I got to the cafe right on time, not really wanting to wait around if the guy decided to be late and leaving him the opportunity to be early and not show up at the same time as me. I sat myself down on one of the benches in the reception area and looked around at the decor, eyes skimming magazines and newspapers on the table in front of me before my eyes were drawn to a man walking up to the glass door of the cafe.

He was… built, if I had to explain him in one word. I’m glad I don’t though, because he deserved so much more than just one. He was firm, a soft but confident smile set on his lip and I could see a hint of pink on his dark skin, be it from the cold or maybe from the nerves of meeting me I didn’t know. He wore a beautiful full scarf, a long, flowing jacket that looked soft but manly and he exuded power as he walked. I could tell he was a gentle soul from the way he held the door open for a young couple walking behind him, earning a thank you from them before he stepped in after. He looked around the small area and froze when he saw me, a grin forming on my face as I waved my fingers at him and stood up.

He looked a little gobsmacked, eyes blinking owlishly as I flounced over to him and ran my hand down his cheek, my pointer finger purposely catching a little at the point of his jaw so his head tipped upwards as I pulled my hand away.

“Sultry Storm,” he breathed quietly, almost in awe of my camera persona and I laughed, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear before I put away my character and let my mind slip back into myself.

“August actually. U-Unless you want to call me Storm.” I didn’t really know if he wanted ‘Storm’ or ‘August’. Not many people knew August, but he was familiar with Storm so I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted that. He smiled, extending his hand to me and introducing himself.

“I’m Avery, nice to meet you, August.” I grinned back at him, taking his strong hand in mine and shaking it before we both walked up to the desk and the maitre d led us to our table. He was… nice. Really nice.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you start watching my stream?” I asked, a small blush painting my cheeks as the words left my lips. I didn’t usually interact this directly with fans, the closest I ever got was just responding to comments live.

Avery flustered, coughing lightly as he took a drink of water before he hummed and scratched his head. “I started watching you because I think you’re really attractive. And… you…” I could tell that he bailed on what he wanted to say, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as I cut off a piece of my waffle and shoved it into my mouth, my stomach grumbling happily when I swallowed. I grinned at him and scooted closer, leaning over the table and putting my hand up so I could whisper conspiratorially at him.

“And I?” I paused for a moment, waiting until he leaned forward as well and turned his ear towards me so he could hear. “And I turn you on?” I breathed, giggling and leaning back in my seat as he turned red.

“I’m sorry! I’m just messing with you!” I laughed and took a sip of juice, trying to not make fun of him as he frowned poutily. He looked me dead in the eyes, making me stop giggling at the change of mood and I felt my heart stutter when he said ‘yes’ loud and clear. Well then.

“Oh,” I muttered, tilting my head down as I pushed my fruit along the side of my plate, feeling my cheeks heat up at his blatant answer. I really actually liked him, so I think it’s time to give him the actual prize before I get too attached. I looked back up at him, determination making my brow lower as I reached for his hand but thought better of it and pulled away again.

“There was… another part of the prize that I didn’t want to announce.”

He blushed again, as if he had forgotten who I actually was and my statement had reminded him. He nodded, urging me to go on and I swallowed down my nerves to continue. I looked around, the people laughing and chatting about their Christmas or spreading merriment to enjoy the last few hours of Christmas making me second-guess my decision.

“I don’t think I should say here, it’s not very appropriate considering the area.”

He chuckled and nodded, calling for a waiter so we could box up the remains of our breakfast and head back to the cars. Despite my objections he paid, making me hurriedly leave a tip before he could put any more bills on the table and accidentally knocking my water glass over as I did. He laughed at me and I quickly soaked it up with the heavy linen napkin, slapping him on the arm for laughing so he didn’t draw more attention to us and pulling him away before my face went thermonuclear.

“So, do you wanna tell me now?”

“In the parking lot?” I asked quizzically, probably making a funny face because he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Sure,” I said, scuffing my boots on the slushy ground before I reached into my car and took out the file of paperwork.

“This is a nondisclosure form. It states that you will not tell anyone about who I am and where I live… Not to mention the fact that you will -hopefully- agree to what I’m asking next.”

He nodded, a small ‘okay’ of understanding fluttering from his lips as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up.

“I…”

Might as well just put it out there.

“I haven’t ever been with somebody before. And as sort of a Christmas present to myself I thought I’d… fix that. Do you- do you want to be my first?” That came out sounding a lot more whimsical than I meant it, making me scrunch up my nose as I let out a frustrated sigh. I wiped my nose and rubbed my forehead, rolling my shoulders before I spoke.

“Look, I’m twenty-three and I’m not really one for socializing much. I do what I do because it makes me good money and I honestly can’t remember the last time I did… this.” I gestured between us, the boxes of leftovers in our hands and the ‘getting to know you’ answers that we asked and laughed about still fresh in our minds.

“People don’t want me for August, and I-I guess I was waiting for something but that didn’t happen and now I’m here with you and I really like you. So, I’ll ask again.”

I shuffled closer, nerves settling in my chest as I tipped my head back so I could look him in the eye.

“Will you be my first?”

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Oh. My. Gosh.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

Sultry Storm- wait no, August was a virgin??? And he asked me to be his first!?!

Someone hold me up, I think I’m dreaming.

Honestly, I couldn’t even believe that I had won the whole ‘you get to meet me and we’ll have a date’ thing but this too?? Holy cow and all other holy animals, thank you!

He was so much more beautiful in real life, his features were softer and he was shorter than what he looked like on camera. His eyes were innocent and sparkly but still held the seductiveness that I knew they had resting under the surface. I… like him.

Before I definitely was in lust with him but now actually talking with him I like like him. That could potentially be bad, but I’m going to stay optimistic here.

“I would be honored, I really would.” He blushed so prettily for me, his boots shifting underneath him as his fingers curled tighter around the box he was carrying. I thought I heard a faint ‘good’ pass between the air and I chuckled at his shyness. “So, your place or mine?” I asked, taking a step forward and tilting my head to the side, trying to catch his gaze.

“Mine,” he whispered, smiling adorably up at me before he told me to ‘follow him’ and hopped into his car, making me quickly run to mine and turn it on, throwing the box of my leftovers into the passenger side so I could follow him back to his place. I can’t say I wasn’t nervous, but also I could feel excitement bubbling up from inside me. I won’t say that I haven’t dreamed of getting my hands on his gorgeous body, but I also feel so privileged to introduce him to partnered lovemaking.

I’m not sure what he’s expecting, but I’m sure he’ll tell me if he didn’t like it. I smirked to myself, pulling up beside him and parking when he stopped and vowing to myself that I was going to give him the best first time I could.

We both shared a smile as we made our way up to his flat, him unlocking the door and stepping inside before he gestured around the small main area and turned back to me. “So, what do you think?” He asked, tossing his coat onto the couch and disappearing into what I assumed was the kitchen, hollering back at me to take my shoes off before he emerged again with a pen and two bottles of water. I did as asked and walked over to the couch, looking around a bit and trying to calm my heart when I caught the familiar scene of a chair surrounded by monitors that I knew well. That must be where he shoots.

“So, please read over these before signing and dating the bottom, thank you.”

I did, reading carefully over the forms and gulping down the slight tinge of sadness I felt when I read the line ‘I agree that there will be no obligated correspondence between both parties after twenty-four hours’. It made me sad to think that this was a one-time thing and that after that I wouldn’t ever see him again.

I pushed it aside, it didn’t matter because we were actually just strangers and signed at the bottom with a flourish, checking over my spelling quickly before handing it back to him. He looked at my signature and signed beside it, dating it and gathering all the papers together.

“Avery Markus, eh?” He question, placing the papers back into the folders. “Uh-huh,” I said, watching him walk back into the kitchen with the file before he came back and sat on the couch. He looked nervous again, cheeks staining a lovely pink color as he scooted a little farther towards me.

“I’m scared.” He admitted in a small voice, looking up at me with the biggest and most adorable pout I had ever seen and I couldn’t help myself but to lean down and place a soft kiss on those pouty lips, licking at them softly and whispering a ‘don’t worry, I’ll be gentle’. He whimpered and nodded, crashing his lips back on mine as he crawled onto my lap undulated on top of me.

He was stunning, lips slightly swollen and his eyes half-lidded. He reached back and pulled a drawer from the coffee table open, a couple of plugs, lube, and toys being thrown together from what I could see and he grabbed the lube, giving it to me and blushing as he kissed me again.

“Please do be gentle,” he said, leaning down to wiggle out of his pants before he went to take the lube from me but I pulled it away from his hands, leaning down to suck at his neck and muttering ‘I’ll do it’ against his already flushed skin. He moaned as my slick fingers brushed against his hole, pushing back against me and his hole fluttered as I pushed one in. He knew what to do, his hole opening beautifully for me as I stretched him and I used my other hand to push his shirt over his head, kissing my way down his chest so I could take one of his hard nipples into my mouth and suck on the tender flesh.

“Does this feel good?” I asked, thrusting my clothed erection against his naked one as he panted above me.

“Yes!” He cried out, tongue leaning in to duel with mine as he worked my shirt buttons open, sliding it down my arms and whipping it away quickly so I could put my fingers back into his hole. I was up to three now, rubbing at his spot and moaning quietly when he took my pants and boxers off, having to lean up with him still in my lap so I could kick them completely off. Now we were both naked, him sliding against me lewdly as he mewled and begged.

He didn’t seem like a virgin, but I loved the way he moved. His skin flushed with the color of pleasure as his slender hands wrapped around my shaft; making me thrust up into them and moan when he thumbed at the tip.

“You feel so good,” I said, thrusting particularly roughly into his hole and making him clench around me, whining and keening. I pulled my fingers away, his hole trying to suck me back in and I groaned when I left his tight heat. I positioned him underneath me, face pushed into the couch cushion as he lifted his butt in the air and spread his legs, beautifully presented for me. My arousal spiked obscenely from the sigh, his smooth hole hairless and twitching for me as he gave me the go-ahead to go in. I had tried to put on a condom but he had grabbed it and tossed it, saying that he was obviously clean and was willing to take my word for it.