There were some days that just broke a person’s very will to deal with anyone else for the sheer number of dumb things that had occured. And today was one of those days for Puck. Everything stupid that could have happened had. Every dumb situation that could arrise, yeah it had arisen. And every dumb reaction people could have? You guessed it, they’d had it. He’d been dealing with one stupid flaming pile of shit situation after another and he was just do fucking done with it all. He aws so, so, so done. In fact he was honestly beyond done! He was washing his hands of all those situations and all those people who brought him into situations that didn’t need his attention. He was the freaking Ace! He didn’t need to be dealing with every little problem that arose!
He’d finally excited his office with a growl at his underlings that if any of them contact him for the next five hours then they could have an appointment with Deacon. Yes, that was a very real threat given what the man did for the Hearts and it was one that he fully well meant. Unless it was a true and utter emergency he did not want to be bothered and he was going to make that blindingly clear to anyone who so much as looked at him! Which was why he was also scowling like he wanted to disembowl the next person who opened their mouth to talk to him as he headed out.
There was one person and one place he knew he could go that would help soothe the nerves that were beyond frayed at this point. And he refused to consider why it was Fenris that had come to mind and why his feet had already started in that direction before he’d really considered where he wanted to go. Or why his heart leapt a bit at the thought and a smile was trying to tug its way onto his lips despite the fowl mood. It was just the sex, just the very good and very intense sex. Nothing more than that.
A notion that he kept telling himself even as he ran fingers through his blonde locks to tug them into some semblance of order, glancing in a window as he passed to check his reflection. No he was not making sure he looked presentable to go see a man who he was just visiting for a good time and some stress relief. Nor was he mildly regretting that all he’d worn for clothing that day was a pair of ragged jeans and a black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. At least the well worn black leather jacket looked pretty nice. But his boots were dusty and the rest of him looked less like the Ace of Hearts and more like the bouncer for one of the Heart’s run strip clubs… or maybe one of the rougher dancers or boys for pleasure. Well nothing to do about it now, especially as he’d actually reached Fenris’s place.
The Doghouse Strip Club was a place that Puck rather liked, and no not just because Fenris owned it and was to be found there. He just liked the vibe of the place, and felt more at home here than he did at Hearts HQ honestly. But he was not really what one thought when they thought of the head of a major branch of the Jabberwockies. He looked too young and acted too much like a himbo to come off as anything other than a bit of a jock out for a good time who was friendly enough and always smiling. But that was sort of the purpose of it all, to make people not consider him a threat.
At this point he was a familiar enough face around here that his arrival wasn’t questioned. He just lifted a hand at the bouncers as he passed them and headed inside. He paused long enough to let his eyes adjuts and seek out either a familiar form or a place to sit. It seemed the place to sit was what caught his attention first and he settled his ass down at the bar. He crossed his arms and rested them on the counter, leaning forward enough to lift his ass slightly from the seat of the barstool as he grinned at the bartender. ”Whiskey, neat, please and thank you.” Alcohol was for sure necessary but also he was sure Fenris would be there at some point and either find him or he could go find him once he’d gotten some whiskey in his system. And entirely because he’d had a rought day and not because he was maybe needing some liquid courage.
His Ace always had a knack for showing up at the worst (or maybe even best) of times- the times where Fenris was serving a client or taking his frustration out on a patron who failed to pay their tabs or harassed his employees. It seemed all he did lately was for his little business and Puck was that small reminder that there were things bigger and better than keeping the strip club's lukewarm popularity afloat.
For anyone, when Alacra poked her blonde head in to tell him of Puck's arrival, he would have dismissed her, told her to wait on him while he finished. But this was Puck Frisk- the big boss of the Hearts, the man that demanded to be seen to under all circumstances, who did not like to wait or be told he was second. His fist curled around the cat o' nine tails in his hand, marred with the sweat of the piggish business man bent over nude before him, wrists and ankles tied tightly with rope. Fenris often felt like a king, an untouchable emperor, in his club- but it was people like Puck who anchored him back down to reality.
The brute of a man leaned over, the cowl of tattoos flickering and shadowed in candle light. His voice was a husky, deep purr in the man's ears, "There's business I have to attend to. Be a good little swine and hold nice and still for me until I'm back." He delivered a robust slap to the man's ass, adding to the angry red splotches on the flabbiness of it. He settled the cat o' nine tails down beside the man's balding head, ignoring his whimpers and questions, and walked out to greet his Ace.
There was no secret to who Fenris Siskakos was, and what he did for a living. It was a source of identity, of pride for him, as he made his way in his dom gear across the second story platform that overlooked the main floor of the club. Already, Fenris' dark eyes were drawn to Puck, a curled blonde head seated at the very edge of the bar. Despite the crudeness of the surroundings, Puck was undeniably angelical in his beauty and visible to even Fenris' sentry, twenty feet above.
Fenris walked purposefully across the club's main floor. It was bathed in dim shadow, illuminated by the incandescent blue and purple light that strobed from the main stages. Girls danced in heels, towering over the clientele eagerly engulfing them in their eyes, and one, a chestnut-skinned beauty named Saffron, threw him a wink. He gave her a brisk nod, but ignored her otherwise. There was someone else he was here for.
"Well, normally I'd get a warning before the pleasure of seeing you," Fenris said, announcing his presence to Puck as he slid into the bar stool beside him. He still wore his dom attire, with leather straps forming an "x" over the bulk of his massive, tatted chest, tight leather pants and those trademark sleek, black gloves. The man's ass stuck out delectably, almost tempting Fen to rest his large hands on them and squeeze, but he refrained from doing so in a space as public as this.
Fenris could read something was off by the other's face. "Bad day?"
While Puck’s attention seemed to be on the man behind the bar who was pouring his drink he was still focused on the room as well. There was something to be said about not taking his attention off his surroundings, after all he was a person that some would very much like to see taken down a few pegs if not taken out completely. Many said he was too young to run the Hearts but, well, they often saw the error of his ways when he made it clear he wasn’t above proving exactly why he was in charge and why he deserved to be in charge. It had been a fun lesson to give the first few times but after a while it became another irritation at times, though sometimes it was a good way to blow off steam. Tonight he didn’t want to deal with someone thinking they could stick a shank in his kidney and be done with it. So he was keeping more of his attention on the room than it would seem, though it hardly seemed necessary.
Generally everyone here was far too busy paying attention to the dancing girls to give two shits about the Ace of Hearts sitting at the counter. Well that was all to the better, he could get away with more if he wasn’t being focused on. He grinned as his whiskey was set in front of him and shoved payment across the counter plus a hefty tip. Yeah he probably could have gotten the drink for free given who he was but he made it a point of paying for the shit he took because it was just right to do. Besides, the bartenders were always nicer about serving him if they knew a hefty tip was in it for them!
He’d just lifted the glass to his lips when he saw someone slide into the seat next to him out of the corner of his eyes. He didn’t pause in what he was doing, lifting the glass and taking a slow appreciative sip as he watched Fenris and let the question that had been posed to him hang in the air. His eyes shifted slowly down the other man’s form, taking in the tattoos that decorated skin covering hard muscles. Then the leather straps forming an ‘x’ over his chest and down to those sweet leather pants. His gaze was riveted there for a moment, just a touch of flushed heat colorig his pale skin across his cheeks.
Finally he lifted his eyes back to Fenris’s, his own bright now with anticipation. Or at least partly with anticipation. The irritation that had developed into rage at some point earlier was still there, though it was starting to cool again in the face of a chance to direct that energy into something far more enjoyable than what had been dominating his attention until that moment. ”My apologies. I’m afraid I left in a bit of a rush and didn’t have time to send over a warning that I’d be showing up. Makes me glad to see you have time in your busy schedule to talk to me.”
The smirk that played across his lips plainly said that he took it as a given that Fenris would make time for him no matter when he showed up. In fact it seemed he expected the man to drop everything when he showed up. Perhaps a bit presumptuous of him but he had his faults and, well, Fenris was certainly one of them… okay maybe many of them currently. He couldn’t help himself where the man was concerned, already needling at him because he could here in public where Fenris would have to curtail his responses given their relative positions within the Heart’s.
”Well… I ended up threatening anyone who disturbs me for the next five hours that they’d have an appointment with Deacon. So I think that tells you how fucking bad it’s been.” He grumbled the words and down the rest of his whiskey, putting the glass down perhaps a touch harder than he should have. ”So… got some time for me or is my day about to get a whole lot fucking worse?” He eyed Fenris sidelong as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. Fuck he really hoped Fenris wouldn’t say no.
Fenris watched, perhaps a little to closely, as the blonde brought his whiskey up to his lips and drank. There was something about Puck that was so.. enchanting. His movements were confident, sure, and even though there was clear rage in his green eyes, there was a poise about it that contradicted the masculine, ignorant exterior of the Ace, the one that many so commonly and erroneously underestimated.
For that reason, Fenris always found himself patient around Puck, because he could stare at the man in silence for hours, gaze tracing the intricate details of the tattoos that ran from his temples to his ankles. At the mention of Fenris' busy schedule, he chuckled and shook his head.
"You know as well as I do that if I refused you, you'd come find and beat my ass anyway," the hulkier man said, the collar of artwork dancing as his shoulders moved with his laughs. Another thing he positively enjoyed about his Ace- the man would not stop until he got what he wanted. He listened, and a smirk teased the side of his lips, as he also sat facing the bar, knees beneath the countertop, finding amusement in the way Puck did not quite give him the pleasure of full eye contact. Deducing that he would not be going back to that swine, he waved over the tender with a flick of his finger and was dutifully produced his favored- bourbon, with a semi-dried lemon wedged in the rim. Two luxuries not usually given to the public, saved for VIP guests and tender moments such as these.
"If you don't mind another man's sweat on me," Fenris replied honestly, as he threw back the bourbon and drowned it in one fell swoop, promptly denying it the relish it suggested with its price tag. "I've just left a client, and didn't have time to shower. Knew you'd miss me if I waited on you too long." The leather-clad man winked at Puck, as he pushed the empty whiskey glass aside.
He paused, then smirked. "'Course, there's always cologne.."
Puck always felt off kiltr around Fenris in the strangest but best damned way he’d ever found. Normally he knew all the right words to say and all the right things to do in order to keep that lovely facade of a very dumb jock in place. It worked wonders when he was trying to get things done because no one assumed he would know what to do. But when you pulled the strings of an entire gang you had to have your tricks and that was probably one of his biggest. Yet Fenris always saw through it, saw the real him. And that was both terrifying and thrilling. He could not understand how the man could do that, how he could just look at him and know but he found himself drawn to that very fact.
Of course it helped that Fenris was drop dead freaking gorgeous! He wanted to drool half the time when he looked at Fenris and frankly he was pretty sure he had a few times, which was kind of embarrassing but, whatever. He would happily stare at that man and daydream, in fact he had a few times before and since actually talking to him. But having him? Oh that was so much better.
That chuckle sent a little thrill down his spine but it was the words that got an answering chuckle from him and a grin that slowly widened across his face. ”Glad we’re on the same page here about how that would go down.” The movement of those shoulders drew Puck’s gaze down and his tongue flicked out, running across his lips before he could stop it. He swallowed and forced himself to look back at Fenris's face because he really shouldn’t just stare too long. He might do something a little less than appropraite if he didn’t make himself look away… like lean over and lick that tattooed throat or bite it. It was just far too tempting.
His gaze focused on the drink instead, that was safer to look at… for now. Except Fenris spoke and his gaze couldn’t help but return to that man, though he tensed slightly. Oh he knew he wasn’t Fenris’s only, it was dumb to even consider that since he wasn’t exactly a paragon of monogamy himself. But the way Fenris spoke made him want to sneer because he could guess what kind of man this was and it was all business.
He shifted, pressing up against the bar so he stood. He leaned over Fenris as he reached out and gripped the man’s chin, taunting amusement and dare in his gaze as he met Fenris’s eyes. He used that grip on Fenris’s chin to turn his mouth and bring his own down to kiss him, tasting that bourbon on his tongue with a low chuckle. He nipped at Fenris’s lower lip before moving his mouth to the man’s ear.
”All the more reason to play, replace his sweat with mine and then I won’t be so upset.” He chuckled and leaned back, letting go of Fenris then but he didn’t sit back down. He stayed standing and within the man’s personal space as he raised an eyebrow. There was a sort of eager light in his eyes that was bordering on a bit manic, like he needed this more than he was willing to say out loud but tried to convey with his actions alone. Pressing the advantage of being in public where Fenris couldn’t be seen to be disrespecting his Ace.
Puck would be surprised at Fenris' daunting to disrespect his Ace.
He was grabbed by Puck, pulled into a vigorous kiss (though it seemed every kiss between them had this fire, this intensity that drowned out everything around him). When Fenris could smell Puck's breath again, feel the heat of his exhales on his lips, he realized the kiss had not lasted long enough. Fenris grinned, a twisted thing that showed his approval, and suggested his intentions with the Ace in private.
Without waiting for further permission, Fenris grabbed the back of Puck's neck and kissed him again. The desire, the need, brought their bodies together, as Fenris pressed feverishly into the kiss, hard and unyielding, like he were not only exploring but conquering every part of Puck's mouth. He purposefully ensured the kiss lasted longer, not allowing the Ace to pull away until Fenris leaned back, lips wet and plump with excitement. There was a dangerous glint in his eye, as Fenris grabbed the Ace by the wrist, hauled him off of the bar stool and dragged him across the main club floor, where they were disguised by the darkness and the beating, incandescent lights.
He pushed them both into the nearest room. There, a stripper was giving a private show, her naked body silhouetted and shining against the cherry red backlighting of the room and the gawking faces of her audience. Fenris dropped Puck's wrist and growled, "Everybody- out." The husky depths of his voice made it so he did not have to elevate his voice much for all to hear. The men (and one woman observing with her thin arms wrapped around her companions') grumbled their displeasure, but the stripper immediately dropped down from her elevated surface and scrambled out.
"Hey buddy, what gives?" The glare Fenris gave was enough to coax the audience out of their seats and begrudgingly out the door, where they would no doubt give the staff a hard time for their disturbance. Fenris was not thinking of the consequences though. He was thinking of Puck, in which he turned around and pushed the Ace against the nearest wall. One massive arm was planted beside Puck's head, as he pressed his hulkish body against Puck's slenderer one and forced his lips against him once more. Any reservations had melted in the sanctuary of privacy, and there was the threat of bruising in Fenris' strength.
Oh how Puck loved teasing Fenris, there was just something about getting a rise out of the man that made him nearly shudder in delight! Even just thinking about it was enough to get him excited and distracted from his shitty day. But actually doing it? It was always better, always. And that was still holding true in this kiss. While it was not a chaste kiss it had been a quick one, given more as a taunt than anything else. Well, a taunt and a true desire to feel those lips pressed against his. He couldn’t deny that Fenris was so damned tempting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it was anything other than a very intense physical attraction.
Even that brief brush of lips and teeth was laced with more intensity than he had in full on making out sessions with others. He could shove his tongue down some people’s throats and they hardly seemed to react or give anything to it. But a brush of Fenris’s lips was laced with heated desire that caught and burned against his skin.
His eyes caught on that grin and a little shiver ran down his spine, perking him right up as his eyes brightened. Oh that kiss promised things he was damned eager to recieve, enough that he gave a soft groan and closed his eyes for a moment to breathe. Not that he was given that moment because he felt one of those large strong hands on the back of his neck and he was tugged into another kiss. One that flared that desire along his skin and made him practically melt into Fenris with a little moan of pleasure. The intensity of it made him cling to Fenris, grabbing at those broad shoulders as he surrendered his mouth to that skillful invasion. When the kiss was done his lips felt bruised and were left with a slight tingle that only made him want more. He was already breathless, having felt the tension in Fenris’s hold that kept him in place.
He didn’t even think to resist when he was taken by the wrist and dragged from his seat to cross the club. If anything he was perhaps inclined to go faster but he followed along after Fenris, leaning back just enough to get a nice view of that ass to admire it. Because hot damn was it ever worth looking at! Especially in those pants. It had him biting his bottom lip as he followed along after it. And he was damned thankful when he was dragged into the closest possible room because he was not inclined to be patient right now.
His attention was only drawn away from Fenris long enough for him to see the room was occupied and then have a flash of amusement as Fenris kicked them all out. Well if that wasn’t a nice little ego boosting move he didn’t know what was! He just smirked at Fenris, not even watching to see if the people did actually leave. Though really, was there any doubt that they would? Fenris was a damned commanding man when he wanted to be! And it was his place so their entertainment was quick to leave.
He’d opened his mouth to take a comment when he was shoved against a wall by a damned fine body and groaned instead. Then his mouth was captured in yet another kiss that had ihm groaning in pleasure. He could feel all that coiled muscular strength against him and he nearly purred! He did press himself against it, keen to feel more. Even that grip that threatened to bruise only had him panting in delight.
He broke from the kiss enough to gasp a breath and laughing comment. ”Did you pick this room because you wanted a show?” His teasing tone was light and there was mirth in his eyes. ”I’m afraid I’m not really dressed to make it fun.”
His lip curled at Puck's suggestion; not without merriment, but there was a distinct sort of twisted pleasure. At his suggestion, Fenris stepped back, giving a moment's thought not to ponder an answer but to admonish himself for not thinking of the idea first.
"Darling.." Fenris hummed, as he lifted a hand, brought a finger up to hollow beneath Puck's ear, where the first hint of jawline were sharply outlined. In the red glow of the room, Fenris was enveloped in two colors- blistering scarlet and pure black. He ran that finger down Puck's jaw, like he were admiring the sharp, distinct angle of it. "You should know as well as anyone that the dress is the least exciting part of stripping."
In their previous love-making sessions, it had been non-stop intensity, passion driven uncurbed, wild and violent. It was interesting to Fenris what would happen if he showed some restraint, put off the inevitable climax, if only for a moment. So he stepped back, giving Puck a purposeful glance, and walked over to settle himself into the booth seats, which formed a semi-circular ring around the surface the previous stripper had danced upon. On closer inspection, it was a salvaged night-stand, bristling with splinters and chips in the wood.
Fenris did not take his eyes off Puck's as he brought his feet up on the table and lounged back against the booth. The grin on his face was cocksure, and he cupped his hands behind his head so that he may lean back on the support his interclapsed fingers created.
"Well? I know our Ace isn't just talk," his voice was daunting, teasing, provocative, as he moved one hand from behind his head momentarily to hook his finger and make a gesture at Puck, which conveyed "come here". "Give me a show I won't forget."
Honestly Puck regretted opening his mouth and speaking at all the moment that Fenris moved back and away from him. He did not want that thank you very much! He had rather enjoyed having that muscular body pressed all up against his own and he had wanted to keep it there! He nearly growled at the loss of it, reaching his hands out as if to drag Fenris back to his body. But he didn’t quite actually do so, leaving his hands hovering above those hips as if he were about to touch but couldn’t bring himself to actually do so.
Being called Darling made him shiver and he slowly let his hands drop back down to his sides, tilting his head ever so slightly for that light touch. It was such a simple touch! Just a finger brushing the hollow under his ear. And yet it raised goosebumps along his skin and made him swallow, holding his breath for a moment afterwards. It was such a vulnerable spot on a human, the throat. It would be so easy for Fenris to slide that hand around his throat and squeeze. Maybe it was that slight edge of danger that made him groan, eyes falling half closed as he watched him.
Fenris looked like sin incarnate in front of him right then. He looked like the devil here to drag his soul to hell and, frankly, if the devil looked like Fenris then Puck was going to happily follow him right into hell.
”True.” The whole point was the show, the tantalizing display of skin while not quite giving it all away right away. Every inch meant to draw the attention to yet another delicious inch of skin as it was displayed for the viewers enjoyment. A show entirely meant to display a human body in the most alluring way possible. That is if it was done right of course. There were some who… well they could use some lessons on how to do their job. But that was another matter and not one to be thought about right now.
However, this pulling back and seeming pause on the more physical side of what they normally did was a deviation from their norm. One that had Puck’s pulse racing even as he wanted to snarl in defiance and drag Fenris close again. He couldn’t help but want to go right into the more physical side of things, to lose himself in that body in front of him. Yet there was something very appealing about the idea of being denied that in this moment, of amping up the tension before they gave in.
He did still grind his teeth though when Fenris moved away from him, again wanting to drag him back and demand they go back to making out. Yet he didn’t stop him, he just kept leaning against the wall and watching Fenris through narrowed eyes. He took a breath and shivered, watching those muscles shifting under tattooed skin made him groan softly to himself. He stayed leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes narrwed as Fenris settled himself ever so comfortably before speaking.
He wasn’t really expecting that and his eyes momentarily widened before narrowing again. No, he was not just talk. He would follow through on the things he said and already it had him pushing away from the wall and starting forward. ”Well if that’s what you want then that’s what you’ll get sir.” He teased, licking his lips.
How to make it something Fenris wouldn’t forget was the question. He set his hands on the night-stand turned stage and pushed down against it, lifting his body up with a lot of muscle strength and a slight push off from his feet, like one might do when getting out of a pool without using the stairs. From there his body slunk onto the improvised stage on all fours, his eyes never leaving Fenris as he smirked. If there was one thing Puck knew it was how to move his body.
From all fours he slowly shifted back, rolling his body up and pressing his hips forward as he leaned his upper body back. From there it was easy to drop his arms back and let the leather jacket slide from his shoulders and down his arms, dropping to the floor behind him as he tensed stomach muscles to display them better.
The word ignited something in Fenris - a shiver, that ran down his spine, through his muscular legs, splayed out, the black leather stretched over his hips and leaving little to imagination. He planted a massive hand on his thigh, as he watched Puck slide smoothly up the stage, with an alluring ease and familiarity.
Puck would be the death of him.
He feigned disinterest at first. Three of his fingers rested against the side of his head, as his dark eyes, made darker by the dusky lighting of the room, absorbed Puck. Every polished movement of muscle, every liquid grind of his hips, their sinewy waves enticing, like the shiver of peacock feathers. His lover sat back, meeting his gaze daringly, as his jacket slipped from his shoulders, pooled around his arms, restraining him like rope.
Fenris’ fingers tensed and dug into his own thighs. It was getting harder to pretend to be impassive, as his groin churned with desire and his sizeable cock started to wake, pressing eagerly against the shining leather of his pants. He felt his tongue slide across his lips, involuntarily, as if his favorite meal were presented to him on a gilded platter.
He let Puck know his vulnerability. Shifted in his seat, pressed his knees out even further, letting him know that this is what Puck did to him. The crimson glow of the room depressed against Puck’s stomach, aligning each brawny abdominal, strengthened by hardship and formidability.
Because Puck did not become Ace of Hearts by sitting there on his hands, like a child waiting to be told what to do. A fact that Fenris was envious of, for he never had such a drive - the courage to climb up on a low column stage when asked and bare everything for a man whose eyes glinted with danger.
Fenris allowed the barest smile to ting his pretty mouth, but did not curb his teasing.
”Oh come on. You can do better than that.”
The club owner leaned forward, eyebrows drawn, with a look that demanded and did not ask. ”Let me see you, Puck. All of you.”
The heat of Fenris’s gaze on his skin was like an actual caress, the sensation stealing his breath. It made his skin prickle and rose goosebumps along his arms, leaving him panting and trembling slightly. He wanted more of it, craved more of it. A primal part of him just needed that attention on him, needed it to consume him until he was nothing without it. It wasn’t sane and it wasn’t rational, but then no one had ever really claimed he was either sane or rational. And anyone who had? Well they were pretty quickly corrected in their misconceptions about him. He might be the mastermind who’d put himself on the top of the Heart’s gang and ruthlessly kept himself there but that hardly proved sanity. If anything it further proved his growing insanity, after all who else would want to be top dog of the Hearts at such an age than someone without sanity?
He shivered to see the way that Fenris sat, his gaze flickering over him to take in every little bit of his form. It was as if he needed to memorize it, to sear the sight of it within his mind so he never forgot. And yet seeing those hands? It made him want them on his body, pulling him close and letting himself be pressed against all that beautiful muscle. But at the same time? Oh he was now determined to make Fenris break, to have Fenris be the one who reached out first. He wanted to be the reason that the man’s control broke. But the reality was that he would probably break first, he wasn’t really known for his patients. And what little he did have gone out the window when it came to Fenris, his need driving him crazy. So, in the end, he was likely to be the one to cave and beg Fenris to touch him.
The way that Fenris feigned disinterest had him wanting to break him all the more, driving his need to win this little game of wills. This game that wasn’t even really a stated game, only one inside his head. One brought on by the display that Fenris was making of himself and the show he’d demanded that Puck put on for him. But of course having that attention on him was riveting and he nearly lost the game right then and there, nearly demanding ath Fenris remove teh clothing for him so he could feel the strength of that grip. But he swallowed back the words before he could give in that easily! He had to at least try!
His gaze slid down Fenris’s form once more and a sly little smirk crossed his lips. It appeared that he was not the only one having a hard time not reacting in this situation. It was quite obvious that the man before him liked what he saw and wanted more. That alone was enough to make Puck feel like he had half a chance of making the other break first, to make Fenris so desperate for him that he caved and reached for him first. And he knew exactly how to present himself in the best way, though this lightning was doing him so many favours! It was perfect for showing off all the muscles that formed his body.
His smirk grew into a wicked little grin as he watched Fenris shift. Oh he was totally getting to the man! And he approved of it greatly. There was nothing better than knowing that the person you were craving desperately was craving you just as much.
”Oh we’re only just getting started.” His voice was a silken promise as he shifted, the leather jacket now on the floor as he moved slowly forward, rising to his knees. His hands moved to brush over his thighs and up along them, fingers hooking under his shirt as he started to drag it slowly upwards. ”You’ll get to see it all, just be patient… sir.” Patience was a virtue after all… though who the hell had time for virtues in a place like this? Everything here was about sin, even their very existence was about it if you asked him.
He stayed on his knees as he worked hsi shirt up, body rolling in enticing waves that let him show off the muscles of his torso. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it too, more than happy to get rid of yet another piece of clothing. Only when his shirt was off did he move to stand, his body still following the beat of the music. His hands moved back down over his now naked torso as he dragged them over tattooed skin and hooked his thumbs teasingly into his pants.
He didn’t move to remove them, not yet ready for that. Instead he slid them to the center and undid his belt, dragging it slowly out from around his waist. He doubled it in his hands, holding the buckle and end in one hand while the other hand held the center. He used that hold to snap the belt together, the leather snapping against itself as he winked at Fenris.
Before this time, before the world went to shit, there was a story taught to school children - about faeries and seasons and courts and romance. One of the main characters in said story was a fairy named Puck - a character that embodied jokes and mischief.
Fenris did not have a damn clue about the myth, but the man before him, slender muscle and sly eyed, embodied the character perfectly. With his lips quirked up, the balefulness twinkling in flirtatious eyes, Puck denied his request and left Fenris to exhale, slow and pained, as if the rejection physically hurt him.
He did not let his disappointment show - would not, defiant now that it had become a game - and watched rapturously as Puck’s shirt slipped off his body and his shoulders and abs shone in the dusky light of the room. Every showgirl and guy in Puck’s business was beautiful in their own way - they had to be, lest they fail to make money and were dumped on their ass as quick as if they had been infected - but they did little for Fenris, who was raised around naked bodies and lewd gestures. It was the intimacy, the heavy tension that was rapidly building between the two men, that had Fenris’ awakening erection straining against his leathers. Casually, he planted a hand atop it, the massiveness of his palm almost making the member appear a normal, mortal’s size.
Almost.
The belt snapped sharply, but Fenris remained still, but for his tongue, that ran methodically over his lip, as if he had spied something achingly delicious. He hardly took his eyes off of Puck’s face, watched his lover’s pale features drawn lewdly and soaking Fenris - all of Fenris - in. It was all Fenris could do to keep his hands by him.
”I should use that belt to punish you,” Fenris breathed huskily. ”For making me sit here while you look like that.”
If Puck had know the stories of his name, the origin and mean, he might well have said that was why he acted the way he did. That he was just trying to live up to a name that had been gifted him at birth. But the reality was he had no clue either, probably nearly no one did these days. Those sorts of things had simply been too unimportant to survival to, well, survive this long. The world didn't need that kind of information in it. Not when it took up space that could be used by something else actually useful to survival. So he was as in the dark, pun intended at the moment, as Fenris was.
The reality was that Puck was simply the way he was because of the life he had lived. When you existed in this world on the streets you learned certain things. And even more so when you were sitting at the very top looking down on everyone else under your control. You learned to be sly, to be wicked, to be whatever you needed to be in order to maintain that control. And in Puck's case he'd learned to be sensual too, to use his body not only as a weapon in the traditional sense but also in the sexual sense. He had long ago accepted that it was as useful a skill as being good in a fight, sometimes even more so. And that only bleed further into the fact that mischief was his calling, and his calling card. No need to be the blatantly terrifying leader when whispers of the things that had happened to those that displeased you worked just as well, secrets in the dark were his trade and he was at home here now.
His gaze flickered once more along Fenris's body, as if he were unable to even comprehend that there was a room around them. There was just him and Fenris here, nothing more. While he had meant it to be fleeting and quick his gaze was caught by the way that massive hand rested so easily upon Fenris's own cock. It brought a shiver of delight to him and a flush to his skin, a heated desire that had him licking his lips himself. He knew what the man looked like naked and it was damned impressive, enough that even the thought often had him whimpering with need when he wasn't around Fenris. So in front of him now? His knees practically went weak! But he didn't let it show.
He kept moving to the music, swaying his hips and letting his body go loose to flow to the music. He brought the leather belt up along his abs, smirking as he teasingly displaying himself for Fenris's approval. "But I haven't even finished my first order sir." He purred, though he hook a finger in the buckle and let the rest of the belt drop, dangling it off his finger. He reached out and offered it to Fenris with a cheeky grin and a wink.
He'd bent at the waist with his legs slightly spread, his other hand settled on his own lower back and out of his way. His torso completely parallel to the floor as he offered the belt out to Fenris. It dangled from his pointer finger in the space between them, his gaze finally moving back up to Fenris's face. "But of course you're in charge sir, if you think its necessary I'll take my punishment from your hands alone."
Fenris took the proffered belt, massive hands running across the familiar leather, a handyman reunited with his favorite tool. He looked back at Puck, watched with hungry eyes as the man sank to his hands and knees, offered himself like a dog in heat. Fenris got up and walked unhurriedly towards his lover, allowing him time to brand the image of the Heart’s Ace like that into his mind. Yearning, supple, willing, and only for him.
”Good boy,” he purred, running thick fingers over the curve of his clothed ass, relishing at the way muscle softened and yielded under his touched. His voice fell into that dark, commanding tone that had always felt so natural for him, so proper, even as his words softened. ”Since you obeyed Master so sweetly, I’ll be gentle.”
Yet his actions after confounded the word gentle.With sudden, uncurled force, he grabbed the hem of Puck’s pants and ripped them down, exposing Puck’s full ass to air. He paused, as the mere sight of Puck’s shaped, beautiful ass sent shockwaves directly to his groin. With bare hands, he cupped a muscled cheek, allowed his thumb to sink into Puck’s crest, stop at his dry hole and tease it.
He raised the belt and brought it down with a sharp crack.
Red bloomed where leather met skin, directly on the soft peak of Puck’s cheek. This is where Fenris demonstrated his “gentleness”, as he bent down and ran his tongue over the wounded area. He licked, kissed, took flesh between teeth and softly bit it. And then he smacked the belt against Puck’s ass again and repeated this process, until the Ace’s cheeks were rosy and wet.
”You look beautiful right now, Puck,” Fenris purred, running a contrastingly gentle finger against the pulsating red blush. ”This how you were meant to look - submitting yourself entirely to me. Not dancing around like some tease.”
Puck was practically trembling with anticipation as he watched Fenris, though he was careful not to let it show on his face. He had long ago learned to keep the jovial mask well in place when needed and even though he often dropped it around Fenris now was not yet the time. So he kept the little smirk, the playful spark in his eyes, and carefree attitude. It wasn’t entirely faked either. He certainly felt playful and carefree around Fenris. And mischievous was just about his default setting. But he used it to hide his eagerness, the need that was bordering on desperation at times as he looked at the other man. No need to give the game away that quickly!
Though as the belt was taken from him he nearly did give away his game, a little strangled whimper escaping despite himself. His eyes widened fractionally and he lowered his gaze ever so slightly. Not out of fear but more out of submission, a sign and show of respect as his teeth sank into his bottom lip for a moment to hold back any further sound he could make. And god! The way that Fenris handled the belt like it was an old friend! It sent a little thrill down him and made him nearly moan again.
He held himself still as Fenris moved closer, though his eyes shifted to track Fenris’s movements as far as he could. Even turning his head to watch as Fenris moved behind him. It was impossible for him not to keep his gaze on the man right now, not when Fenris was circling him like that and holding the belt!
He nearly whimpered at hearing that purred voice, a visible tremble going through him this time as he just barely held but the whimper. Especially combined with that touch! It made him want to give in, to be just what Fenris called him. He wanted to be a good boy. Especially under that commanding tone. It was a chance for him to just let go, to not have to be in control and hold the reins for a moment! And it was such a relief that the high nearly made him dizzy even as it made his cock ache. ”Thank you Master.” His own tone was a little breathier than usual, slightly higher than his normal speaking voice, and spoke at just an audible level.
His body jerked back towards Fenris as his pants were yanked down as he hadn’t quite expected the sudden force. But he shifted toward again, better bracing himself after that as he shifted easily to drop down onto his forearms, putting his ass higher than his shoulders now as he groaned. He wiggled into the touch, almost eagerly as if to entice more from Fenris as he looked back over his shoulder at him. Just the touch of that calloused hand was enough to have him moaning.
His eyes had fluttered closed and his head had dropped forward, only for his eyes to snap wide and a cry to leave his lips a moment later. His entire body stiffened as the sting lingered in his skin. He was shivering as he tried not to jerk away, his breathing caught for a moment before he settled it again. The first touch of damp tongue against heated skin made him whine softly, the noises becoming more frequent as Fenris progressed. Each and every crack of leather meeting skin was followed by a strangled cry until Puck was biting down on the wrist in front of him to muffle the sounds. And each gentle touch afterwards made him whimper.
By the time Fenris stopped he was visibly shaking, the trembling seeming to take him over from head to toe. And his wrist was littered with red bite marks from his own teeth from each time he’d muffled himself.
Slowly he swallowed and gasped in a breath, panting as he twisted to look over his shoulder at Fenris. His face was flushed and his eyes bright, shining slightly as he blinked slowly at Fenris. ”Yes Master.” His voice was nearly a moan in and of itself as he grinned. ”I can’t deny its where I like to be.”
Open Your Mouth And Words Come Out
Posted 10-15-2021, 06:34 PM
