DOING SOMETHING UNHOLY

[tensions]

THE BODY SHOP ( justin, intersex!monty ) A reality where deviancy is the privilege of the wealthy and the powerful. Monty has a little secret and is trying desperately to be good but the man who owns them is has some other ideas.

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[blessed_is_he]

He watches Monty's body with open, naked fascination, his own cock practically throbbing in his slacks at the sight of their cock and their cunt tensing and jerking with the force of their orgasm. His fingers are practically soaked with the physical evidence of Monty's pleasure.

"My, my," he coos, gently drawing Monty's attention, finally drawing his hand away from them, watching the way their cock slowly slips out from inside of them, their body still dripping onto the covers of the bed. He glances up to Monty's hands, still held above their hand, obedient to Justin's earlier command. "You're being so good for me, aren't you, Monty? You really want this, don't you?"

For a brief, infinitesimal moment, Justin considers the circumstances, the potential of the situation between them, and then he inhales, a quiet, steadying breath.

And reaches for his shirt again, draped at the foot the bed.

"You may put your hands back down now, Monty," he says, offhanded, shrugging the shirt back on, apparently heedless of the stickiness on his hand.

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“…Oh.” They startle and scramble to move, pulling their hands down instantly and sitting up, legs closing, ignoring the uncomfortable wetness, growing cold, between them.

Shyly, they watch Justin dress as if they were no longer in the room, as if they haven’t just been made to experience a pleasure so bizarre and intense that they wet themselves with their own spend. Their own nakedness now feels overwhelming and embarrassing in contrast. Their arms come around their body, holding themselves. A minor comfort.

“I…I wanted to see you too, sir?” they say, a small reminder but it’s hardly a demand. Their words are flimsy and uncertain, paper dolls standing close to a fire.

[blessed_is_he]

He pauses for a moment, his fingers frozen in midair, but then a change seems to sweep over his expression and it visibly warms as he steps forward, bending his knee as he settles half his weight onto the bed again, wrapping an arm around Monty's shoulders. "I'm too used to career Companions," he murmurs, half to himself, and gently but firmly tugs Monty closer, their slight weight no issue at all for Justin to handle, picking them up, heedless of the mess, and settling them onto his lap so he can better wrap his arms around them, his own body warm through the thin material of his shirt. Monty would definitely be able to feel the girth and hardness of his erection through his slacks, physical evidence of Justin's own want and desire.

"Is that a must have for this meeting, Monty?" He asks, voice low and intimate in their ear. "I already know what my decision will be. But I want to hold off until I can truly, fully have you, and I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself, today."