Spoilers! (Mavi)

Chapter 21: Counter-point*

Just behind the stage I'd just watched Avi perform on, there was a thin hallway with multiple doors. I was pulled into a dressing room just before he pressed his lips against mine. He laughed a little before I grabbed his waist and grinded against him. There was a counter lining the wall of the room as well as mirrors everywhere.

"Avi, jump."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and jumped, wrapping his legs around my waist. I supported him with one hand pressed against his back and the other grabbing his ass. Slowly, I walked over and sat him down on the counter before moving my hands up to play in his hair.

"Did I sound good tonight?" We made eye contact before I went to removing Avi's tight pants.

"You were perfect. You really... connected with... the audience," I said between kisses I placed on his stomach and thighs. I tossed his pants and underwear over to the chair in the corner of the room and took him into my mouth.

"It felt... Oh, Mitchie." He sensually scolded me before he leaned back against the mirror and placed his hand on the top of my head. I saw him lick and bite his lower lip before he pushed me away to jump down from the counter. He quickly kissed me before dropping to him knees and taking my pants down with him. Though Avi took me by surprise, I couldn't say I didn't expect it. I pulled one of the lubed condoms Scott got me for my birthday out my pocket and sat it down on the counter. I brought it along as a joke, but...

Avi sucked me into his mouth like he'd done it a thousand times. There was this weird indulgence so it, like he wasn't pleasing me, he was pleasing himself? It was confusing in all the right ways. He was somehow being selfish about giving me head and I couldn't even complain. Was he competing with me? This sudden desire washed over me that made me want to break something. I had never felt that animalistic and powerful. Avi stood up and sat back down on the counter with this sly grin on his face like he'd won some kind of award. He took off his shirt and handed me the condom.

"I win."

"Fuck you." I rolled on the condom carefully and looked up into those peridot eyes. He raised one of his eyebrows.

"Yeah?" Avi smirked before removing a butt plug that I had no idea about.

"When...?"

"I wanted to try something new!"

"Idiot." I got between those large thighs of his and made a well-invited entry. Avi wrapped his arm around my neck and rested his mouth against my shoulder. His other arm draped my waist while I held both of his legs in my hands. As weird as the random butt plug was, it did serve our purposes. I thrust into Avi to the rhythm of the loud music playing from the band that he opened for. He leaned back on his hands and threw his head back, forgetting about the mirror close behind him. I leaned forwards against him and cackled against his chest.

"Shut up." He playfully punched my shoulder. I got myself together and stepped back.

"Come here, Chibi."

"Yes, sir." He hopped down again and pecked my lips. Those perfect lips of his...

I grabbed him and turned him around I leaned him over the counter and entered him again. Avi gasped and grabbed my arm. Something about watching that perfect face of his contort as I pumped into him was just as exciting as seeing him on stage. Maybe he was just still wearing his stage presence.

I was watching Avi's indescribable face twist in the mirror. Every time he sucked his lip into his mouth I felt this strange urge to give him more. He was like this talented little minx that knew just what to do to get more without asking for it. He pulled his hair free and let his wild mane of hair dance across his face. He was just teasing me at this point. Everything about him was perfect. There was this specific face he made when I hit just the right spot and his eyes popped open that was it's own form of ecstasy. I felt his body pressing back against me as I thrust forwards. He was such an unapologetically hungry bottom. He rested on his elbows and grunted loudly. The quickening convulsions of my body made Avi scream out in pleasure, which was new, but I accounted most of it to adrenaline. I stroked him as I felt the tension rise to indescribable levels. Avi straightened his arms and let his head drop forwards. He pressed his hand against the mirror and rested his weight back on his other elbow. The music stopped and I covered Avi's mouth with both my hands. While it didn't do much, he was just quiet enough for me. Even muffled by my hands he sounded amazing, and he felt pretty great too. I followed close behind. Double entendre.