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*POC*
Tonight was Halloween Havoc night two. Right now you were backstage, organizing your hair supplies for a last minute touch up on Carmelo's braids.
Tonight he had a match against Ilja Dragunov and usually with special matches, he got something a little more complicated done to his hair - one of the small quirky details about Carmelo Hayes.
As you were laying out your edge controls, you felt a warm palm on the exposed skin of your hip. Squealing at the contact, you looked back to be met with a warm smile from your good friend - his cocoa eyes trailing up and down your body swiftly.
"You know the drill, sit down pretty boy." You whispered, laying a hand on his muscular shoulder. Chuckling, he took his seat. You blushed at the thought of his hand on your hip, trying your very hardest to go with the flow and finish his hair.
A half uncomfortable silence lingered in the air, the two of you occasionally glancing up and into each other's eyes - to say the tension was thicker tonight than any other night would be the understatement of the century.
The two of you seemed to reel in and focus on things you'd overlooked countless amounts of times before. Things like each other's eyes, the silence being louder than usual, certain parts of your bodies...
You could've sworn you caught Carmelo staring at your body through the mirror. Too nervous to comment on it, you chuckled to yourself. Or at least you thought you did, he'd heard you.
"What you giggling about?" He asked, staring daggers into your eyes through the mirror. You directed your gaze back to his, raising a manicured eyebrow at his reflection.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You teased, skilled fingers still dancing their way through his coily black hair. He chuckled, rubbing the sides of his chin with his fingers.
"Yes." He replied, through both of your mixed giggles. Tilting your head, the look he gave you causing bubbles in your stomach, making you giggle once again.
"Well," you started, "I saw you looking at me." You finally got to the point, swiftly pointing up and down your body with your free hand, holding a braid together with the other.
As you finished up your very last braid, Carmelo chuckled for what felt like the millionth time that night. You reached over him, to grab the mousse and began pressing it into his braids before quickly cleaning your hands off with the pink towel that sat next to his phone on the counter.
Next thing you knew, you were met with his burning gaze. "Look at you. How could I not look?" He whispered, not daring to avert his gaze from yours for even a second. "Is that okay?"
You brought your lower lip between your pearly whites, steamy breath hitching in your chest. He was making you nervous, anyone with half a brain could tell that, but what you didn't know was how or why.
You hum in response as he slickly pulls you onto his lap, thighs on each side of his legs as your chest is practically pressed to his. Carmelo takes your chin between his thumb and index, diverting your gaze toward his. "You look like you want something."
You gasped as you felt his big palm smack against your ass, you did in fact want something but you were too shy to say it. Instead, you coyly hid your face in his broad neck. "I want you.." you whispered, silently hoping he didn't hear you.
Carmelo brought his warm, soft lips closer to your neck - almost instantaneously kissing right on your sweet spot. "I know you do."
Unable to control yourself anymore, you moaned softly into his ear as he rubbed and teased your body with skilled hands. You were prepared to let yourself go right in this very dressing room, the thought of Carmelo getting in trouble only vaguely crossing your mind.
Eventually, he brought his lips to yours, attacking your mouth with a passion you didn't know he had for you. The two of you shared your bodies with one another, slowly peeling off clothes piece by piece until it was just you in your underwear.
Then, the fear set in; Of getting caught, that is.
"Christian...what if we get caught?" You pulled back, his gorgeous lashes batting in confusion. He scoffed in amusement at your sudden outbreak. "It'll be fine, baby." He whispered against your bare shoulder, dragging his lips down it as he suddenly lifted your hips, setting you down in him.
You gasped at the stretching feeling. You'd had your fantasies, but BOY did he outdo anything you'd EVER thought. The feeling becoming overwhelming, you buried your head in his neck and slightly clawed at his hard back. "You're doing so good~" he half moaned into your ear, rubbing soothing circles on your hips as he pumped you up and down on him.
"Faster.." you bit your lip, trying to contain yourself. Carmelo made you absolutely crazy, and you drove him insane. Despite what the two of you were up to at this very moment, neither one of you wanted to admit that to yourselves. Grunting, Carmelo began to pick up his pace, slamming your hips down against his.
He chuckled as you accidentally let out a loud scream. "Right there?" He moaned into your ear, smashing his dick against your spot over and over again. Bodies shaking against each other, you both neared your edges painfully slow. A medley of your moans bounced off the walls in fours, but neither of you cared at this point; all you cared about was reaching that breaking point.
Carmelo reached down, rubbing quick circles on your clit. At the very contact of his skin on yours, you reached your limit; Clawing at his muscular back as you came all over his thighs.
"Fuck, Christian!!" You exclaimed as his moans grew slightly louder, and you felt his warm cum dripping inside of you.
Carmelo rode both your highs out, wrapping his arms around your body as you collapsed against his moist skin.
"You're loud." He teased, bursting out laughing as you sat up and smacked his pec.
"Shut the fuck up, Christian"
