Chappie WARNING:
ManxMan, explicit (graphic) scenes, and prostitution (i do not promote this of course)
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Ethan bit his lip as he glanced at the clock and back to his reflection on the full-length mirror. In just a few minutes, someone will be arriving and he was not yet ready.
His light caramel eyes flicked through his lean frame. He had on a white shirt that clung to his chest and for his pants, a low-rise dark faded jeans that hid nothing to the imagination as it practically mold itself on him.
Actually, he was ready an hour ago but it was his jittery nerves that was making him miserable. He was already having doubts that this was actually not a good idea.
This shouldn't make him nervous. Hell, major tests doesn't even scare him and practically everyone does this in a regular basis. It was ridiculous really that he managed to stay a virgin his age.
When the doorbell rang, Ethan jumped before rushing toward the door. Before opening it he automatically raised his hand to his glasses that wasn't there and instead went to rake through his soft blond hair. Drawing a breath he released it in a slow whoosh of air and opened the door.
There, standing in front of him was Adonis himself. Or at least the badass version of him. Everywhere he looked Ethan saw piercings, tats, piercings, and piercings--in that order. The man was practically covered with it.
"Um, can I help you?"
Dark eyes raked him from head to toe and Ethan couldn't hide the blush at the bold perusal. A smile slowly made its way to the man's lips before stepping closer to him. "Ethan Carter?"
Heart beating wildly in his chest, Ethan gulped before nodding his head and then he was being pushed inside. The door was unceremoniously closed and locked then lips descended upon his. He was frozen for a moment before he started kissing back.
Large hands gripped his waist and pulled him closer to a hard muscled body. Ethan gasped at the contact, his own body melting at the contact and a soft moan escaped from him.
Clasping his own hands behind the man's neck, he pulled closer until he was certain nothing could come between them. Ethan's nerves had long ago settled and now he was finding it hard to focus on anything but the man's touches.
Pulling away from the kiss, he stared up to the dark haired man. "W-wait... Can I a-at least know who you are?" He blushed at the man's smirk.
"Damon."
Damon... Ethan tested the feel of the man's name on his tongue then smiled at how beautiful it sounds. "Damon..."
A growl emitted from Damon and Ethan felt his body heat rise another notch. It was damn sexy when Damon does that. The sound was so animalistic that it perfectly fits the man in front of him.
"Bedroom?"
"Second door to the right." He no more finished saying it that Damon was leading him to it. When they finally made it inside, Ethan barely closed the door before he was being pushed to the wall. Soft lips made its way from his neck to his lips, and Ethan whimpered at every swipe of Damon's tongue on his skin. "Hmmm... D-Damon..."
Damon flicked his tongue on Ethan's lip, asking for entrance when the guy willingly opened for him. He groaned in appreciation at the sweet treasure he tasted. Ethan was nothing like he had imagined.
Before coming here, he thought he was servicing an old virgin man, but boy, was he wrong. When the door opened to reveal an attractive pixie of a guy, his blood started boiling with lust. Ethan was more than attractive and he couldn't fathom why no guy had snagged the man in his arms.
