My Ant and Dec One shots

💙A Patient Man [M]

Wattpad writers are a different breed.

Can I write 2000 words for my assignment? The answer is No.

However, Can I write 10,000 words worth of smut and cuddles? The answer is Only 10,000?! Pfft that's nothin' bitsh step aside.

Okay here we go, because ya'll know I love a good Declan as a prostitute AU fic. Can't help myself seriously.

Warning: Smut from the offset...

"Usual tonight, sir?"

"Sure."

Declan Donnelly nodded, shooting a curious look to his dark haired customer as always, held his tongue and didn't pry. After removing his shirt, he waited for the taller man to sit, then began undoing his trousers. With a quick glance, Dec made sure he had his customers full, unwavering, attention before slipping out of his trousers. Knowing how much this particular client hated mess, Declan took his time folding up each item of clothing, laying it carefully on the side.

Declan would never admit this out loud, but this was the one regular appointment he actually found himself looking forward to. In his line of work, it was very rare he could be hired by people he actually found attractive.

This client was very attractive, something about how he'd just sit there, watching him, that lustful look in his eyes, slightly jaded but always kind.

This man's only flaw was the requests he made. It wasn't anything perverse or kinky— although sometimes Dec would wish it were. His request was always the same, and a pretty standard one at that, one Declan would usually be relieved to hear. Only this man, from this man's lips it left him wanting more. So much more.

His clients head lulled to the side, eyes fixed on the boxer clad, angelic, body stood before him.

"Are you sure..." Dec took in a breath for confidence and tried to say the words as sexily as he could, "... sure that you don't want to try something new tonight sir?"

The dark haired man's head turned away, his jaw clenched along with his fists resting on the arms of his chair.

"I would never tell anyone." Dec tried to reassure the man. Knowing that whatever life he held outside of these walls was put in constant jeopardy by these evening meets.

"No— just do what you usually do... what you do to yourself."

"I—" Declan stopped himself, he knew that he wasn't supposed to push customers out of their comfort zones unless they explicitly asked to be. Asking for anything more than his money at the end was selfish.

The customer knows best he reminded himself as he sat onto the bed. The prostituite got himself comfortable and ready before pushing his hand confidently into his boxers, releasing a shaky, relieved sigh.

Having those lustful blue eyes on him every Friday night as they followed this same routine, always had Dec hard and wanting. He wished the man who aroused him so much would do something about it, but since that was out of the question, he put on a show, not just for the man sat there, but also for himself.

"Fuck." Dec breathed, leaning back, his boxers now mid thigh, hand working up and down. His chest rose and fell with heavy, uncontrolled pants as he worked his hardness over and over, his whole body arching into the motion.

"C-can I touch somewhere else?" Dec whimpered, his hands moving so fast but no closer to the high his body so desperately craved.

"Do as you would if you were alone." Came the simple response.