[NSFW] Sinful Sunday - Day 4 - 10

Day 4 - EXHIBITIONISM. “Say ‘hi’ to the camera for me.” 📸 

Day 5 - MOUTH FINGERING. “Open your mouth, sweetheart. I’m going to prepare you to take all of me.” 

Day 6 - EROTIC SHAVING. Andreas has a hard time telling Elliot “no.” 🪒 

Day 7 - SHIBARI. Haruto can be such a knotty boy, sometimes. 

Day 8 - BODY WRITING. “You wrote something embarrassing, didn’t you?” 

Day 9 - MONSTER FUCKING. When demons get horny they just summon a lover. 

Day 10 - FUCK MACHINE. Amon’s mechanical boyfriend never quits. 

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Laid Bare

By CATHEXIS

“How are you feeling?” Elliot asked.

“Fine,” Andreas murmured. He watched as the razor stripped away a swath of foam leaving bare skin in its wake. Something flexed deep in his gut and he swallowed. “Exposed.”

“Oh?” Elliot said, and Andreas could hear the grin in his voice. “Am I making this…hard for you?”

Andreas huffed. “You mean are you making me hard for you?” He pressed his erection more firmly against his thigh, both to soothe and keep it well out of the way. “Always.”

Elliot laughed under his breath. “And you say you’re not an exhibitionist.”

Andreas said nothing, hiding his hot face against Elliot’s neck. Leaning against the cool tile of the shower, he endured the toe-curling, shivery sensation of the razor gliding over the thin, delicate skin of his testicles and groin. Elliot handled it deftly, but Andreas couldn’t help the flutter in his belly each time the blade was put to his skin. Andreas held his breath without meaning to, and the muscles of his thighs tensed minutely with each pass of the razor, his body bracing for pain in a tender place. In more than one way, Elliot held him vulnerable and on the edge.

“Move your dick so I can get the other side.”

Before Andreas could respond, he felt Elliot’s fingers on his erection, repositioning it to his liking. Andreas’ breath shuddered out of him as Elliot held his cock down with a firm palm and carefully scraped hair from the unshaved side of his groin. He closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping as still as he could manage with his cock throbbing helplessly under Elliot’s hand. All the while, Elliot calmly wielded the razor to bare Andreas’ privates to the world.

Or so it felt. Given Andreas’ insistent erection throughout the process in spite of his trepidation, maybe Elliot’s quip about exhibitionism wasn’t entirely off the mark.

Elliot turned the water back on and the warmth was a gift to Andreas’ shivering body. Elliot quickly finished with the razor and sprayed the rest of the soap and hair away. Andreas looked down at himself, now bare and hairless as the day he was born. He glanced up to see that Elliot was looking too, his expression smug. Andreas’ cock twitched. Elliot smirked.

“Your turn,” he said.

“What?”

Elliot pressed the clean razor into Andreas’ hand, and then sat back against the shower stall and opened his legs. Andreas hesitated only for a moment before lathering Elliot up and carefully, carefully removing the scant trimmed pubic hair he regularly maintained. Elliot’s body was relaxed and his expression amused as Andreas gingerly handled him. His penis stayed soft throughout the proceedings. Andreas stayed hard.

Elliot rinsed himself off with the hand shower and then stepped out to retrieve a towel for himself. Andreas watched Elliot dry off, unable to keep his eyes off his hairless genitals. Elliot’s cock looked both familiar and foreign now, and maybe a little larger without the accompanying thatch of dark hair around it. Given his own squirming feelings of exposure, Andreas found that there was something about the ease with which Elliot had exposed himself that aroused him. Elliot caught him looking and grinned, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He approached Andreas slowly, leaning in seemingly for a kiss, but he stopped short and instead ran a hand over Andreas’ hairless skin, cradling his balls gently before encircling the smooth root of his heavy cock and sliding his hand up once, testing the heft of his erection. “Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he said, and released Andreas to saunter out of the bathroom.

Andreas didn’t need telling twice.

They kissed and groped at each other in a stumbling dance towards the bed, and then Elliot put his hands on Andreas’ shoulders and pushed him a step back. He dropped his towel, his own rapidly swelling erection bobbing up between his legs. “Lay on the bed,” Elliot said. “On your back. Head on the pillow.”

The impatient hunger on Elliot’s face had Andreas scooting back eagerly to get comfortable against the pillows. Elliot retrieved a bottle of baby oil from the dresser and Andreas’ breath quickened as he watched him trail a generous amount onto Andreas’ testicles and erect penis. Elliot set the bottle down and climbed onto the bed.

“I’ve been wanting to do this with you for awhile,” Elliot said.

He fitted himself against Andreas’ body--pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest, and practically nose to nose. Andreas let his thighs fall open a little more. The oiled slide of their cocks rubbing together felt exquisite, his newly bared skin somehow more awake to every sensation. Slick heat slid long and seemingly endless against his aroused prick, the head of Elliot’s cock catching at him as they moved in tandem. He clamped firm hands around Elliot’s buttocks, holding their hips tight together.

“Fuck, it feels--”

“I know, right?” Elliot grinned before catching Andreas’ mouth in a biting kiss. He lifted his hips to meet Elliot as best he could, but in this position found his leverage to be insufficient. Losing himself to the heat of Elliot’s tongue gently fucking his mouth, Andreas contented himself with kneading Elliot’s ass as Elliot moved hot against him.

Languid moments passed before he found he wanted Elliot to move faster, but Elliot seemed content to linger on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible, his attention fixed on the way their cocks rubbed together, slippery and swollen. Andreas could feel himself leaking now in steady pulses, his body ready to either melt or combust. Everything was so hot and wet, slick and sticky, and Elliot’s eyes were on him, on his cock and his utter nakedness, looking hungry, and Andreas’ gut went tight with the urge to thrust up, meeting Elliot’s movement with his own.

“Yes,” Elliot said in a rush. “Let me see.” He grabbed Andreas’ hair and pulled his head back so they were face to face again, working his hips in tight little circles on Andreas’ cock, pushing him towards orgasm. “I want to see you lose it.”

The greedy desire in Elliot’s blue eyes undid him. He was in too deep now; he’d long since exposed his heart to the mercies of Elliot’s sharp-edged defenses. It was intimacy with Elliot that Andreas craved beyond anything, and it raised something hopeful and fragile in his breast that this intimate moment between them had been entirely Elliot’s idea. Andreas whimpered and came, eyes fluttering as he offered up all his private vulnerability to Elliot’s hot gaze, ejaculating into the slick mess between their bodies.

Elliot still had a grip on Andreas’ hair tilting his head back against the pillows, and the moment between them stretched. He was studying Andreas’ face with something like wonder, and Andreas lifted a shaky hand to press Elliot’s cock against his slick belly, giving him a tight, wet space to thrust into. Elliot shivered and his eyes clouded over, the rhythm of his hips rapid and faltering as he gasped and came. Andreas watched him for long moments as he came down, memorizing the serene bliss in his face, the softness of his parted lips.

“Yes…” Andreas whispered. “Beautiful.”

Elliot froze then and his expression shuttered, eyes breaking away from Andreas’ gaze. He shifted and laid his face on Andreas’ chest and let out a trembling breath. Then another.

“You okay?” Andreas asked. He brought a hand up to cup the back of Elliot’s neck.

“What am I going to do about you?” Elliot said softly, almost to himself.

“Keep me around, I hope,” Andreas said with a lightness he did not feel, intent on easing Elliot’s sudden distress. He wrapped his arms and his legs around Elliot’s body, enfolding him as best he could, and pressed his lips to Elliot’s dark curls. “I should be the one feeling exposed right now, not you. I haven’t been this hairless since before puberty.”

Elliot let out a shaky laugh. “We’re going to need another shower now.”

“Yeah, but let’s just stay like this for a while,” Andreas said. He hugged Elliot close. “I’m not going anywhere.”