[Adult] An Introductory Recital

[Xiao Walker Yu]

“Lovely,” Xiao hummed, looking up at the blond through his lashes. He wondered what the reaction would be, if Xiao were to take the other man’s thumb into his mouth. He felt emboldened, testing the waters with a sly swipe of his tongue against the digit on his lips. To his pleasure, any ambiguity surrounding the situation was swiftly put to bed by the hands on his jacket and the lips on his own. He let out a small, breathy laugh into Gust’s mouth, opening his own to let any other noises spill between them.

Whether he had any prior experience with men, Xiao could not tell, but he was more than inclined to think that he had. Confidence was addictive, and Xiao found it incredibly attractive. That, along with a number of other things, including but not limited to the way his mind was clouding over with nothing but the physical. Skin on skin sensations, lips, passion and nothing more, easing the constant buzz in the back of his mind.

“Handsy,” Xiao murmured as they parted, hips pressing into the blond’s as hands on his bum pulled him forward. He grinned, a surprised noise jumping from the base of his throat. He nudged his knee forward, right hand on his companion's hips as his left found a spot against the door that supported them both. Hopefully, its lock was of good enough quality that they would not be tumbling into the hallway anytime soon. Xiao caught the sound of voices coming from the other side of the door, growing louder then quieter as they disappeared farther down the hall. A reminder that this was far from private, in spite of the physical barrier separating the two from the larger group.

Still, Xiao was not in the mood to pull himself off of the blond anytime soon. After spending enough time with Gust, shirtless, there were bound to be thoughts to arise, especially considering his physical interests were reciprocated. His leg fell and he rolled his hips, a smirk painted on his lips. “Mister Kinkade,” He mumbled, cocking a brow, “I pray that my lips are not the only part of me you wish to know better.” And then he laughed again, a small chuckle working its way out of his mouth, “but if that is the case, at least allow me to make better use of them.”

[Augustus Kinkade]

"I haven't had any complaints," Gust lobbed back as he watched Walker ease away enough to look him in the eye. Their hips were as flush as possible with clothes still involved, and Gust hadn't accounted for the abrupt kick of his libido at the way the other man rode his thigh. His own cock sprung gleefully to life behind the barrier of his trousers and pants.

"I can't believe I thought you were shy when we first met," he said, and scuffed out a soft, disbelieving chuckle. He supposed he could congratulate himself for having read the situation so clearly even then, even before he was quite certain what he felt about any of it. In truth, Gust wasn't certain what he felt about it now, other than he was fully invested in obliging what was on offer. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he pushed his own hips forward to meet Walker's own.

"That's not the case, but I'd like to get to know them better regardless," he said, voice low and a little rough as he reached to pop the top button on his trousers.

[Xiao Walker Yu]

”You won’t be hearing any from me, either.” Complaints, that was. Other more pleasant noises were still up for debate. Of course, there was a limit, as there was with everything, Xiao was not looking to make the entire night aware of their private affairs, but a little leniency could be afforded, surely. He furrowed his brows, rather unaccustomed to hearing about what previous impressions he had a tendency to leave, but it was not for nothing. At least he was reassured that the effect he had on the other man was what he had intended. shy was quite an interesting quality, not Xiao’s first possibility, but it had made sense in the moment. Better inexperienced and shy than foreign and ignorant.

And, he supposed now that he was flushed against his boxing instructor’s frame, it had been the right move to make. He clicked his tongue, overall, Xiao’s impression of the blond hadn’t changed much, perhaps his musings of the man’s sexuality had fluctuated, but that was hardly productive to voice in this moment, not when he could kiss the other man to make a point instead. Xiao managed to catch one of his own groans between his teeth, it wasn’t ideal to bring oneself to completion like that, bodies pushing against each other until the line in his stomach grew taut and snapped, but if there was no alternative, Xiao decided, he would find himself quite content.

Tonight though, he did not need to settle for something that simple, and with an easy permission and all the self control he could muster, Xiao found himself on his knees. He tilted his head back, eyes drawing from Gust’s own down his torso to his clothed dick, his own growing hard in his trousers. His right hand moved to continue what was started, pulling the blond’s lengths from its confines as his other hand edged down to his own crotch, though Xiao let out a hiss at the suddenness of his own movement. The jostling of his arm was entirely self-inflicted, but that only had him scolding himself inwardly anyways. Xiao licked his lips, “Lucky me.”

Xiao used his hand to guide the cock into his mouth, eyes trained upwards as they shone with mischievous intent. He should probably be ashamed to admit that this was not the first dick on his tongue, that it would probably not be his last, but for all the experience it gave him, Xiao would never really feel all that bad about it, even if he ought to.

[Augustus Kinkade]

Walker's injury continued to make itself known with any reckless jostling, and Gust's mouth had opened to protest — As often as he had imagined this very moment, with this very man, his conscience couldn't allow it to progress if the other man was in danger of not only pain but the aggravation of what ought to be healing. That was, Gust's mouth had opened, but a soft groan choked any words in his throat as Walker drew his shaft past his perfect lips.

Instinct had dropped his head back against the door with a low thump, but he could not resist the urge to watch, to card his fingers through dark hair as his prick disappeared into Walker's pert mouth on each smooth bob of his head. That Walker knew what he was on about could not be in question: If this was not the best head Gust has received in the whole of his life, this was owing only to his having been seen to a time or two by long time professionals.

"You're fucking beautiful," he murmured, gaze fixed on Walker's talented lips where they were snug around his cock.

[Xiao Walker Yu]

If it wasn’t terribly rude to speak with your mouth full, Xiao suspected he would be doing just that, dozens of different things to say flitting into his mind, all to elicit different reactions from the blond. He wondered how the man would respond. Ah, but that was still too much thinking for what Xiao wanted, so he let his attention settle on the weight against his tongue and the way his own hand worked at his crotch, drool pooling in his mouth.

Xiao’s eyes creased up as the moments went by, and he visibly preened at the compliment. It was only natural to bask in words like those, wasn’t it? Especially in situations such as these. His tongue worked its way around the length in his mouth, swallowing around it as a dull hum vibrated low in his throat. His cheeks tinted pink with the effort and Xiao worked to keep his gaze up, intent on examining each curve and crevice of the sight that was Augustus Kinkade savouring erotic pleasure, at Xiao’s hand no less.

Inwardly, Xiao almost laughed, it was not the first thing Xiao thought would result from their lessons, this sort of thing never was with anyone he interacted with, but it was far from unwelcome. Xiao bucked up into his hand, letting out a whine that was easily muffled by his companion. Easily, Xiao thought, the farthest thing from unwelcome. His own release built, but now that he could afford it, Xiao wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to let go in his pants if he could help it. They were a nightmare to clean, but Xiao had a perfectly good handkerchief in his jacket’s pocket. Choices, ones he didn’t want to entertain at the moment, so deft fingers moved to fondle Gust’s balls and he took in as much of the other as he could, tongue pressing against the skin of Gust’s dick, looking up at any reactions he could elicit until semantics became a dull concept anywhere else than on the forefront of his mind.

[Augustus Kinkade]

If Gust had wanted to last, watching Walker methodically dismantle him had perhaps not been the wisest choice. Embarrassment was not an issue — If anything, it was a significant compliment to the talents of Walker's hands and mouth — but the same circumstances that intensified the moment were those that made him wish he had longer to indulge. There would be but once to receive head from another man the first time.

Still, Walker was indeed sublimely talented, and Gust groaned in the back of his throat as he pushed his fingers through dark hair. Warning the other man in a more explicit manner would have been polite, but his climax blew through him as abruptly as a backdraft, and all he could do was drop his head back to the door again, mouth wide as he gasped and made some small attempt to not pump wildly into Walker's accommodating mouth as he came.

[Xiao Walker Yu]

Xiao thought he was usually quite adept at gauging whenever his partners were close, reading the way their bodies responded to his touch. It was one of the few things he found he could be confident in, which he probably ought to feel ashamed about, but there was a pretty blond with his cock in Xiao’s month that demanded his utmost attention as he came apart at Xiao’s ministrations, ones that carried on until he could be satisfied that he had pulled out all he could from Gust’s release. His cheeks were rather pink, Xiao noticed idly, he figured that his own were a similar shade, or at least a similar heat. Hands went down to splay across the other man’s thighs as he eased himself off of the blond’s dick with a whimper, taking his time to swallow and suckle on the head before he pulled a handkerchief out of waistcoat’s pocket.

He swiped at the corner of his mouth, rather methodical about the whole thing, save for the fact that he was still hard in his trousers. Though, with the ease with which he was able to pull the blond towards his release, Xiao decided that there was a good chance there was more to Gust than meets the eye. He had assumed, with all of his confidence and bravado, that the man was one with enough experience under his belt. Perhaps, Xiao realised, he was merely a better actor than Xiao had guessed. Or at least, he was not very experienced with a man (or someone who knew how to handle one as well as Xiao knew he did).

His head tipped to the side as he tried to steady his breathing, the taste of the other man still on his tongue and lingering in the back of his mouth. “Have you ever been with a man before?” Xiao breathed out, curiosity very much combatting the fact that the urge to come had not been dampened all that much.

What was all that they said, curiosity killed a cat once, surely Xiao’s demise wouldn’t expend any more effort.

[Augustus Kinkade]

Slouched boneless against the door, softening cock dribbling over the front of his parted trousers, Gust looked down the length of his body to where Walker was yet crouched before him. "Does it matter?" he asked, a lazy, sated smile curving his lips. "C'mere."

Gust hunched forward just enough to get hold of Walker's lapel and tug him upward back onto his feet. Cock still untended, he pulled the other man in and crushed their mouths together, Gust's tongue instantly sliding forward past Walker's lips to find the taste of himself there. With a hum of satisfaction he let his head loll back over the door again and dropped his gaze to the shadows between their bodies and the pale curve of his slackened penis. With a soft sound of acknowledgment in the back of his throat, he tucked himself away, knuckles brushing over the hard curve straining against the front of Walker's own trousers. His eyes flicked up.

"Like some help with that?"

[Xiao Walker Yu]

“I suppose it does not,” Xiao found himself saying, tone amused and voice rough from his mouth’s previous activities. He studied the blond through his lashes, dark gaze tracing the way Gust’s chest rose and fell, the way he leaned against the door and the way he looked after having been brought to release. Any further examinations were determined to be cut short, as Xiao let himself fall forward into his companion, a hand on his shoulder and a hand on the door they leaned against to stabilise his frame as spit-slicked lips met the other man’s. He sighed, open-mouthed into the kiss as Gust’s tongue traced over his own mouth, a sensation Xiao decided would be most aptly described as hot, though he knew that in states and situations similar to this, he was far from a lexicon, especially in English.

Xiao shuddered, hips bucking up slightly in spite of himself at the other’s touch. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, leveling Gust with a coy smile. “If you could find it in yourself to oblige me.” Xiao thought he sounded remarkably more put-together than he was, but that was neither here nor there. He was still, all things considered, incredibly aroused and it was no doubt rather apparent. If he focused on more than the pair of lips and bright eyes in front of him, the low rhythm of a party’s casual ambiance would do well in helping him sober up, but really, where was the fun in that? Besides, his thoughts still continued to pull and buzz in the trenches of his mind, and he couldn’t help but want to do anything to drown them out.