The Hooker (BoyxMan)

All I could take notice of was the way his body moved under the harsh neon lighting, my eyes stinging due to the unflattering lime glow that shrouded his body and made him seem that little bit more appealing. His surely fake violet hued eyes glanced at me and then swept away before dragging themselves back. He bit his pouty lower lip, the one that I would give anything to cover in white, and then his tongue swiped out, leaving them shiny and irresistible as his body dropped to the floor, before he turned while couched and slinked back up, showing off those globes of fat to me. I knew it then. I would pay anything to have him on my lap, begging for more. And Alexandros DuMort always gets what he wants.