Press

28 July 1968

Paul and his group had a lengthy photoshoot, taking the whole day. You'd definitely say it was more zany than their earlier ones.

You kept a distance from the group, not getting in the way much. You did flinch, however, when Paul nearly fell to his death. That would've sucked.

They went from a flowery garden, to an urban area, then to the docks, before arriving at Paul's own house.

You adored the pretty pink suit he chose to wear. You noticed, however, how he seemed to get more undressed as the shoot went on. First it was the gold vest to go, then the intricate dress shirt, then the coat and shoes even. At the docks, Paul stripped down to only his pink trousers, playing around with chains, wrapping them around his chest.

By the time the photoshoot had concluded, the sun was going down. Thankfully, Paul didn't walk through the city barefoot. He put the jacket back on, but went without his intricate dress shirt.

It wasn't the first time you railed him...or he railed you... in his "meditation" dome. It was a fun place to get railed, especially at night, the moonlight streaming in from the glass ceiling. You likely wouldn't be bothered in there either.

Paul was on his knees and elbows, comfortable on the carpets as your weight bore down on him, your breath hot on his neck. His pretty mouth was open and gasping for air as he was fucked.

You nipped and kissed the side of his neck, mouthing his earlobe as you whispered things into his ear.

"Couldn't keep your suit on, eh?" You teased. "Show off your pretty body, hmm?"

You knew Paul was a bit self conscious as of late. Even with consistent reassurance, whether it be from you or the press, combined with his own big head, it was still possible for self-doubt to develop. Perhaps all that pressure and focus on his looks might be worse for him.

He'd put on a slight amount of fat, a very slight amount though. It made his stomach a touch softer, a bit more padding on his shapely thighs. You adored it, but you could sense his frustration. Things weren't going too great with his group either. There wasn't anything major, but a bit of conflict when it came to music.

Additionally, Paul missed the touring, whilst the others were very much done with it. Paul did love to perform, but couldn't do it if his bandmates weren't on board.

You raised his hips firmly, going deeper. You weren't as strong as Paul, but you were getting better at handling his body. It had a lot to do with using gravity and momentum to your advantage. Paul had the guilty pleasure of being physically manipulated whilst being fucked. It gave him a thrill. If only you were strong enough to pick him up and toss him places.

You wrapped your arms tight around his soft body, your forearms touching both the thick material of his pink coat, but also the heated smooth skin of his stomach.

"Nearly died too today." You muttered to him. "Who'll fuck you then?"

Paul stretched his arms out in front of him, pretty wrists flexing. He groaned. You kissed the back of his neck, soft hair ticking your nose. It had cooled down since earlier today. You didn't care much for the summer heat.

Paul didn't style his hair the way he used to, rather let it lie on his head. You liked it both ways. Now it seemed relaxed, much silkier without the product. The dark brown color was intoxicating as well.

His pretty sounds filled the meditation dome, echoing off the ceiling. He arched his back. You weren't fucking him slowly or particularly harshly, a healthy pace that'd build up his release.

You flipped him over. Paul looked up at you dizzily, mouth opened, drawing sweet little breaths. His arms were relaxed on either side of him. You ran your hands up his bare chest and stomach. You began to stroke his arousal finally. He sucked in a breath, rolling his hips.

"You're an exhibitionist, aren't you Paul?" You whispered salaciously to him. "Can't say I hadn't noticed through the years. Maybe you oughta pose for a playboy shoot. I'm sure many would be happy to see that."

Your hungry expression grew.

"I sure would." You mused.

You moved his shaft in your hand in rhythm with the thrusts, Paul moaning with each one.

You fucked him until he was cumming onto his bare chest, illuminated by the moonlight.