Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Nine (XXX)

I wake up, Mark shifting beside me. I look behind me, to see him pressed into me. He whimpers in his sleep, pressing against me harder. I look over at the clock, 1pm.

I feel something pressed against my lower back, I guess I did leave him hanging last night.

I roll over to face him, looking down to see a tent in his boxers. I gently push him onto his back, a small idea in mind. He continues the desperate whimpers and whines, bucking upwards gently. I wonder what he's dreaming about..

I smirk, reaching down to his boxers, I tug him out of his pants. He winces, I crawl down his body. I begin to pump his shaft, applying kitten licks to his head. I look up to see his face fall slack, a moan leaving him. He shivers as I take him all the way down.

I begin to bob my head, sucking gently. I smirk at the moans, begging that he wouldn't wake up before I had my fun.

I feel a strong hand on the back of my head, and a gruff voice saying, "Now that I'm awake, you better not stop."

I pull up, and grin at him innocently. I lick up the side of his cock, tracing the vein. His head lolls back, moaning at the sensation. I hum against him, sending shocks through him.

"Sean." He growls, pushing my head towards his cock. "Suck."

"As you wish." I murmur before swallowing him down. His head hits the back of my throat, I gag around him, as he thrusts into my mouth.

"God Sean.. Stay just like that.." Mark begins to thrust the best he can in this position. I hum around him, sending shocks through him. He groans, pressing my head down.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" He stutters, I nod quickly. Not even seconds later, his warm cum shooting down my throat.

I swallow, groaning.

"Why the fuck." Mark mutters, pulling me up by my arm,

"You looked like you needed it." I smirked, kissing his cheek. "You had some serious morning wood."

Mark rolls his eyes, "Go get dressed. We gotta get ready for today."

I smile, and kiss him. He jerks away,

"You just had my dick in your mouth." Mark laughs, pushing me away.
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We walk into the club, Marks hand in mine. We walk into the dressing room, and I grab my clothes for the day.

I put my contacts in, blinking a few times before pulling on my pants. I pull on the leather jacket and the boots. I put in the fake teeth, gagging at the sensation of plastic on my teeth.

Mark comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Want me to help with your nails?"

"Yeah. Sure." I say, I see a man walk in, Tony close behind him.

"Sean. Come here." Tony says. I look over at Mark before unwrapping his arms from my waist.

I approach Tony, my eyebrows furrowed.

"This is Odin. He's new. I want you to train him." Tony says. I shake Odin's
hand.

"I'm Sean. This is Mark." I smile. Odin smiles back.

"What brings you here?" I ask. "I don't usually look like this. I promise."

"I moved. I used to live up north. Now I'm in LA. I know the basics and then some."

"That's fine. I can teach you everything you need to know." I smile. "Tony? Is he going out tonight?"

"If he can." Tony says. "He's about your size. Let him use your clothes. You have some spare black stuff right?"