Nocturne

Dinner after a successful work is supposed to be safe.
William's hand under the tablecloth has other plans.
What starts as a whispered dare- fingers on denim, a smirk no one else sees, ends hours later in Est's wrecked voice screaming William's name into the dark, body shaking around cock and silicone, tears on his cheeks and cum dripping down his thighs.
Because on stage Est belongs to the world.
In bed, he only, ever, belongs to William.
And William intends to remind him of that until the sun comes up