NSFW 18+, read at your own descretion. 

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Upstairs Jamie dragged him into a seemingly random room. There was only a small light coming from the lamp on the bedside table, but Evan could still see that special glimmer in Jamie’s eyes. Boldly, he placed his lips against his, his tongue pushing forward to explore.

“Damn it, Jamie,” He tried to say between hungry kisses, “We’re at a party, we can’t do it here!”

The boy dressed as Sailor Mars pulled away just for a moment and placed a finger over Evan’s lips.

“Nobody will disturb us here, unless you want to?” He snickered, “Alex’s parties are known for people having sex in the bedrooms. As long as we close the door, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Slowly he pushed the finger that lingered on Evan’s lips inside, eliciting a soft moan from him. Without thinking his lover started sucking it, coating it in spit.

“Uhg, you horny devil,” Evan said as he finally let go, looking up with his eyes half-closed.

Jamie placed several more kisses on his lips. “I can’t help it when everybody is staring at your ass. It makes me want to mark you, want to make sure they can see you’re mine.”

His words made him shudder from excitement and he felt himself getting hard already, straining against the thin jersey fabric.

Suddenly he found himself being pushed against the wall, his back got nowhere to go. Strong hands gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head.

“You’re horrible, you know?” Evan retorted with a smug smile, being fully aware of the backlash he would get. He wanted that.

“Oh, I can get worse.”

And to prove it, a hand left his wrists and traveled down, first caressing his neck, then grazing his clothed nipples teasingly. He admired his slim waist next before settling on Evan’s round ass.

“I’m really glad we decide to go comando under our costumes, makes it more fun.” A small laugh left the guy’s lips before placing soft kisses on his neck.

Evan felt the stretchy fabric being pulled to the side, exposing half of his ass, Jamie’s hand massaged it diligently. He loved the combination of his firm grip and feather-light kisses, but soon he found himself wanting more. His hips seemed to live a life of their own, grinding his clothed hard-on against the slightly taller boy. Thankfully he picked up the cue quite fast.

“Hm, you want more?” He teased, sliding his hand over the guy’s slender hip to the front.

“Yes, please!”

Jamie let his hand linger close but not close enough. “No no, what did I tell you? Address me properly.”

It had taken Evan a few months to get used to Jamie’s dominant demeanor in the bedroom, but he ended up loving it. Not having to think, letting him control him, it was so different from his daily life. Now Evan just simply craved it.

“Please touch my cock, M-master,” a slight stutter slipped in and a blush bloomed on his face from hearing himself say something so audacious.

Jamie licked his lips like a demon about to devour his prey.

“Such a good boy.”

Still pinned to the wall, Evan felt fingers hooking under the fabric, pulling it aside to give more room to his throbbing erection. There was a brush of satin against his now sensitive skin and it cooled just a bit of his heat.

Nimble fingers found all his favourite spots that pushed forth several delectable moans, until they settled down in a firm grip. Fire started to build in his groin, and he enjoyed the sensation of being jacked off. Soon he was close, but knowing Jamie he wouldn’t let him cum just yet. Just before the point of no return, he let go. Evan wore a hungry expression, not yet satisfied.

“Hm, did you like that?” Jamie whispered sweetly in his ear, with just a hint of his teasing self, “I know you want more, you always do.”

The boy, still in his cosplay, panted and nodded. Jamie knew him too well.

“Then get on the bed with your ass in the air and your skirt lifted. I’ll show you what Mars can do to Uranus.”

He must have been dying to use that pun for a while now, Evan thought. Jamie’s grip loosened and let his boyfriend onto the bed. The white sheets were soft, like flanel, and on the bedside table was a small basket and towel. Jamie wasn’t lying when he said the parties were known for sex, they even fucking prepared for it. He peeked into the basket and saw a small selection of condoms, lube and even some toys.

“Damn it Jamie, is this some kind of love hotel?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Jamie replied matter of factly, finishing tying his hair and gently pushed Evan into position. “Now show me that sweet ass of yours.”

He obeyed, his hands and knees sinking lightly into the matress. He lifted the skirt’s fabric, revealing wet spots that had already formed through the white. In the corner of his eye he saw his boyfriend drinking in the sight, then reaching for the lube and towel.

After Jamie had laid out the towel on the bed, he opened the bottle’s cap and squirted some of it’s contents on his fingers. Evan’s heart raced with excitement. He waited for the cold slickness of the lube, the slow stretching of his insides, exploring fingers that found yet again another sesitive spot.

Coated fingers caressed the entrance to his insides, teasing him lovingly. When a finger finally plunged deep inside, Evan let out a gasp, a gasp that soon enough turned into a set of worshipping moans as more fingers filled and stretched him. He could feel the sparks beginning to form, traveling through his body until even his fingertips buzzed. Then the fingers retreated and left him feeling cold and empty from the inside. He needed something else to replace those skilled fingers.

“Do you want me to be soft and sweet or do you want me to fuck you senseless?” Jamie asked, already knowing the answer. Soft and sweet my ass.

“Ah, fuck me hard, Master,” he begged. He wanted to revel in the bliss of being pounded hard and deep.

A chuckle was all that left Jamie’s lips. He heard a condom wrapper being ripped open and he longingly waited to be filled up again. He felt a tug on his bodysuit as it was pushed to the side, the slight tension making his skin tingle. They should try wearing lingerie next time, he thought.

Jamie positioned himself behind him, letting one of his hands support him on the bed and the other guiding him to Evan’s entrance. A slow, careful push and the two were connected again. There was that slight hint of pain that Evan just simply embraced, and an eager moan filled the air. 

“Ready?” The long-haired devil whispered, and then teasingly ran the tip of his tongue along his boyfriend’s ear, making the boy under him shudder.

Without waiting for an answer, he gripped the guy’s hips and made his first powerful thrust, making Evan see pretty stars. He loved his gentle power, filling him up good and rough, but still controled and caring. When Jamie found his reaction satisfying, he continued his thrusts, each one picking up speed more and more, until their bodies created a dirty symphony of slaps and moans.

Evan felt a warm hand wrapping around his already leaking front, stroking him, picking up pace until it matched the pounding in his ass. Jamie was such a demon, he knew Evan wouldn’t be able to hold out for long like this. His moans became uncontrolable, almost sounding like someone else’s.

“Jamie, I’m close!” he exclaimed.

He felt teeth graze that patch of skin sitting between his neck and shoulder, before they sank into his skin. There was something about being bitten that sent him over the edge, embracing the electric feeling of his climax as he came. He felt his ass clenching, knowing that Jamie couldn’t hold it after that either. A grunt escaped those sexy pierced lips, and then he felt his weight collapse on him. At the same moment his legs and arms also decided to give in, making the both of them flop onto the soft flanel, exhausted.

“Hey, you’re heavy!”

Jamie grinned and carefully pulled out, then rolling over and settling next to his lover.

“I’m heavy because I’m full of love,” he shot back, grinning.

“You’re full of candy you mean. You’re lucky you’re blessed with a fast metabolism.”

Jamie snorted and then hugged his soulmate. The boy knew what he meant.

After soft murmurs of their declarations of love, the two cleaned up the small mess they had made and after looking themselves over, they went downstairs. They watched as the crowd was still dancing and chatting, oblivious to what had just happened upstairs. With that secret to share between only the two of them, they left for home.

They came across Alex, who was talking with some guests in the frontyard. When he saw them, he shot them a knowing look and then winked. Evan blushed while Jamie gave him a thumbs up. Embarrassed, the boy dressed as Sailor Uranus tugged at his boyfriend’s arm and dragged him on to the street. In the background he could hear Alex giggling like a little kid and his laughter was surprisingly infectious, as Evan started to laugh too and Jamie followed suit.

“Let’s get home.”

It had been a night to never forget.