Saint's eyes scanned the crowd as he danced to the beat of the music, shaking his panty-clad bum like a pro. However, he wasn't completely focused in the music. He wanted to catch sight of Perth before the end of his shift but it's been nearly seven hours since his talk with Perth.
It was nearing one in the morning, meaning that Saint had fifteen minutes before he was scheduled to leave and Perth wasn't here yet.
After Saint's dance was over and he had wads of cash in the lace panties, he skittered off towards the dressing room, relying on someone to pick up the money that was left behind on the stage.
Saint grabbed his phone off his vanity, clicking the home button to where the screen lit up. He had three texts messages, all from Perth.
Perth jumping in his chest, Saint opened the first one from 6:33 pm.
I'd rather get you alone, pretty. I'll get you after work. I know that you prefer walking, but I can't wait any longer. xP
Then another, at 10:04 pm.
Hey, babe, what time do you get off? xP
Then the last one at exactly midnight.
I know you aren't reading my messages, so you must be busy. Text me back when you can, baby doll. xP
Saint scratched his wrist nervously, feeling his heart flutter for an unknown reason. He replied, trying not to sound desperate.
Which he totally wasn't, by the way.
Sorry, can't have my phone while working. Your club isn't as strict as mine with rules. Or maybe it's because you're the reason they're a decent club anyways? I'll be out in ten. You're welcome to stay at mine tonight. (; -Son
Saint bobbed on his toes as he waited, seeing Perth read the message almost immediately and the little typing bubble had appeared. The phone vibrated with Perth's reply.
Decent? I'm pretty sure Alive is ten times The Dollhouse, babe, but nice try. I'm on my way. Be ready and look pretty. xP
Saint didn't respond, he just started
stripping and putting on a pair of white panties, black button-up shorts, and a cute white tee. Saint reapplied a light lipstick, preferring it over the sticky gloss, and shoved his phone onto his baby blue bag.
Saint jumped when a Daisy flower crown was place on his head. He whipped around to see Earth, eyes lit with excitement.
"Who're you going to see, Son?" Earth asked, giggling at Saint's blush.
"No one" Saint blurted far too quickly, turning back towards his vanity mirror and adjusting the crown. It was cute. Saint took two bobby pins and clipped the crown into his feathery hair.
"Don't lie, Saint. I can see it in your eyes. You are my best friend," Earth said, sounding slightly hurt.
"Earth, I'm honestly just going home. I'll catch you later, babe." With a peck to Earth's cheek, Saint was gone.
Saint darted through the crowd of strippers and rich men, stepping into the chilly air and seeing Perth's familiar car parked to the side. Saint rushed to the passenger seat and climbed in, immediately leaning over and attaching his lips to Perth's, who jumped in shock, but kissed back until Saint pulled away.
"Please get to my apartment," Saint begged and Perth didn't even argue.
Saint pushed Perth back onto the bed, a seemingly odd turn of events. Saint was quick to straddle the younger man, needy for him.
Saint was grasping Perth's shirt, trying to get it off and Perth chuckled probably because Saint was so desperate for him, for this.
But Saint didn't care what he looked like, he wanted Perth. Saint ground against Perth's crotch, causing the taller to let out a moan, removing his and Saint's shirts.
"Can you keep the crown?" Perth grunted, thumbing the petals in between his fingers.
"Wanna ride you in it," Saint whined, pulling Perth's hands down to his hips so that Perth could finish undressing him.
Perth let out a shaky sigh in response, pulling off Perth's shorts and panties at the same time, pulling them over Saint's TOMs and dropping it all to the floor.
Perth wiggled out of his own jeans, having already removed his shoes at the door. Saint pulled Perth out of his boxers, leaving the both bare, and straddled Perth again, leaning over to grab the lube that he last used with Copter, making Saint blush as guilt paraded through his body. He froze.
Perth sensed Saint's hesitancy and took it for nervousness for the oncoming activity.
"Baby doll? I can just do this like normal, okay? I can just fuck we've already done, you don't have to ride-"
"No, I wanna," Saint whispered, tearing up because he went against Perth's rules. "I'm just... I want to."
Perth nodded firmly and watched in shock as Saint lubed up his own fingers and wriggled them down to his bum, inserting two immediately because they were smaller than Perth's by far.
Perth and Saint gasped as the same time. Saint continued to pump his fingers in and out of his bum, using his free hand to hold himself up against Perth's chest.
Perth gripped Saint's hips, amazed at the small lad's ability to fuck himself with his fingers so easily.
"Ready," Saint said, quick to soak Perth's dick in lune, pressing a quick kiss to Perth's pink tip.
"You gonna ride Daddy?" Perth hissed, turning into his dominate self easily. Saint nodded quickly, lining himself up with Perth's cock, finally forgetting everything and living in now, smirking.
"You'll be Daddy's princess?" Perth continued.
"No. I'll be Daddy's queen."
Saint sunk onto Perth's erection, not even wincing because he wanted to be a good boy for his daddy.
"Saint," Perth hissed when he bottomed out into Saint's tight heat. Saint managed a grin, leaning down to peck Perth's lips.
Saint lifted himself back up and dropped down, whining high in the back of his throat. Perth gasped again, moaning because Saint began to work himself up and down, riding Daddy like he said he would.
"So pretty," Perth cooed, tracing his thumb over Saint's bottom lip.
Saint blushed at the compliment, nipping Perth's finger in affection as he rode him.
Perth watches as Saint bounces, all pretty with his makeup and his flower crown and the blissful look in his eyes.
"Oh, Daddy," Saint moaned when Perth tipped his prostate, shocking them both. Perth grasped Saint's hips again and began pounding into him because Saint's thighs were shaking.
Perth nailed Saint's prostate each time, grunting at the effort he was putting into it. Saint was letting out beautiful sounds. Moans, gasps, and whines left Saint's pretty mouth.
Finally Saint came, untouched and shaking, streaking cum across his tummy. Perth pounded into Saint, chasing his orgasm and finding it deep inside Saint.
After a few minutes of calming down, Perth pulled out of Saint's leaking and aching hole.
"Can we wash up?" Saint requested, sitting on Perth's stomach and smearing cum across the younger's tattooed chest.
"Sure, baby," Perth replies, unclipping Saint's pretty crown so rang it wouldn't get wet.
(And so they can use it again.)
After washing them both in the shower, Perth tucked a sleepy Saint in.
"Stay?" Saint requested.
Perth blinked before shaking his head.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"It's late. And besides, I'm not your boyfriend. We don't have sex and cuddle," Perth muttered.
Saint blinked away tears, watching as
Perth dressed himself.
"I'll see you around, Saint."
And Perth was gone.
