You know I love to watch
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blue_eyed_1987Title: You know I love to watch
Rating: NC-17
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summerpornathon challenge 3: 'AU'. I wrote stripper!Gwaine, with Arthur as his client. This is a slightly expanded version. Title from 'Oh La La' by Goldfrapp.
Gwaine looked through the ajar door at his latest client. Good looking, in that perfect way. Obviously uncomfortable, but he'd paid good money – really good money – for this private show and so Gwaine didn't think he was a closet case. Probably just his first time.
Gwaine enjoyed the first-timers, made his job even more fun.
A heavy bass filled the small room, set low enough to feel rather than hear. It thrummed through his veins, heavy and Gwaine felt his cock respond on autopilot. He lazily palmed it through his jeans, making sure it looked good for the guy.
Gwaine felt odd not wearing a ridiculous outfit – instead in tight, ripped jeans and a shirt left open. The pants were still leather, Gwaine wasn't prepared to give up the feeling of the slick un-giving material against his cock for no one.
He stepped into the room proper, smirking as the client looked up at him from his spot on the plush sofa.
“Hey,”
“Hello.” The guy stared, looking him up and down. He swallowed– Gwaine follows his Adam's apple with his eyes – and gestured towards the middle of the room. “Go on, then”
“What, no foreplay?” Gwaine got a good look at him. He looked like he got here straight from work – no tie but the shirt and trousers were expensive, well fitting, and there was a jacket resting on the sofa next to him.
“I think the amount of money I paid counts as more than enough foreplay.” The guy muttered.
Gwaine shrugged and moved to stand in front of the guy, body moving unconsciously with the music. His hips sway back and forth as he walked closer to the guy, all but thrusting into his face.
He did an exaggerated swivel and winked down at his client. The guy cracks a smile and some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Gwaine trailed his fingertips up his chest, running along the opening of the shirt. He pulled it off and let it slide down his arms, catching it on his wrists, letting it hang here for a beat before dropping it to pool at his feet.
“You're nothing like I expected.” The words break into Gwaine's concentration, and he paused.
“What were you expecting?”
“Someone more...stereotypical, I guess. Younger. More serious”
“If you wanted a twink, you should've got Merlin, if you wanted a hulk, then Perc.” Gwaine shrugged. “None of us are that serious, though.”
“No, no, it's fine. I think I prefer it this way. Just surprising.” The guy leant forward as he said so, hands just brushing over Gwaine's hip. “Sorry, I'm not supposed to, am I?” The guy looked up at him, blue eyes blown wide and a flush high on his cheeks, and Gwaine swallowed hard.
“It's fine, private dance and all.” Gwaine gasped as the hand moved along the low waistband of his jeans, tickling the sensitive skin under the swell of his bell. “Shall I continue?”
“Please.”
Gwaine ran his hands down his chest, flickering over a nipple as he passed. The guy made a noise in the back of his throat, and a discreet glance told Gwaine he was doing his job.
He stepped back slightly as he undid the jeans and slowly pulled the zip down. The jeans were slowly pulled down and he stepped out of them.
The guy had his hand resting on his thigh, his thumb was almost touching his obvious erection, but not quite.
“You're allowed to touch yourself.” He whispered. The guy jerked and ground his hand down on his cock, hissing through his teeth. “C'mon,” Gwaine growled, “let me see you.” The man nodded and opened his trousers, pulling out his erection, thick and hard, precome pooling at the tip.
Gwaine continued to undulate to the music, getting in the guy's personal space once more. The guy's hand stroked up the outside of Gwaine's thighs and moved to bracket his erection.
Gwaine palmed himself through the leather, hand brushing his client's, he shuddered and hummed at how obscene it felt. He'd never get bored of that feeling, especially coupled with the sight of a panting, wanking guy in front of him. He loved how powerful this job made him feel, making men (and the occasional women) lose all their inhibitions.
They guy licked his lips and brushed his fingertips over the leather. Gwaine groaned as pleasure sparked down his spine.
The client looked up at him and swallowed hard. He moved one hand to his own straining erection. Gwaine watched the guy jerk and shudder under his own hand, fisting himself hard. He thumbed his slit, smearing pre-cum over the head of his cock. One hand trailed down his cock, circling the base before dropping down to cup his balls, which tightened against his body.
The guy grunted and come splashed over his hand. Gwaine wanted to drop to his knees and lick his clean. He shuddered at the thought – how the guy's eyes would widen and he'd thread trembling fingers through Gwaine's hair as he did it.
“Fuck,” the guy croaked, “fuck.”
Rating: NC-17
Written for the
summerpornathon challenge 3: 'AU'. I wrote stripper!Gwaine, with Arthur as his client. This is a slightly expanded version. Title from 'Oh La La' by Goldfrapp.Gwaine looked through the ajar door at his latest client. Good looking, in that perfect way. Obviously uncomfortable, but he'd paid good money – really good money – for this private show and so Gwaine didn't think he was a closet case. Probably just his first time.
Gwaine enjoyed the first-timers, made his job even more fun.
A heavy bass filled the small room, set low enough to feel rather than hear. It thrummed through his veins, heavy and Gwaine felt his cock respond on autopilot. He lazily palmed it through his jeans, making sure it looked good for the guy.
Gwaine felt odd not wearing a ridiculous outfit – instead in tight, ripped jeans and a shirt left open. The pants were still leather, Gwaine wasn't prepared to give up the feeling of the slick un-giving material against his cock for no one.
He stepped into the room proper, smirking as the client looked up at him from his spot on the plush sofa.
“Hey,”
“Hello.” The guy stared, looking him up and down. He swallowed– Gwaine follows his Adam's apple with his eyes – and gestured towards the middle of the room. “Go on, then”
“What, no foreplay?” Gwaine got a good look at him. He looked like he got here straight from work – no tie but the shirt and trousers were expensive, well fitting, and there was a jacket resting on the sofa next to him.
“I think the amount of money I paid counts as more than enough foreplay.” The guy muttered.
Gwaine shrugged and moved to stand in front of the guy, body moving unconsciously with the music. His hips sway back and forth as he walked closer to the guy, all but thrusting into his face.
He did an exaggerated swivel and winked down at his client. The guy cracks a smile and some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Gwaine trailed his fingertips up his chest, running along the opening of the shirt. He pulled it off and let it slide down his arms, catching it on his wrists, letting it hang here for a beat before dropping it to pool at his feet.
“You're nothing like I expected.” The words break into Gwaine's concentration, and he paused.
“What were you expecting?”
“Someone more...stereotypical, I guess. Younger. More serious”
“If you wanted a twink, you should've got Merlin, if you wanted a hulk, then Perc.” Gwaine shrugged. “None of us are that serious, though.”
“No, no, it's fine. I think I prefer it this way. Just surprising.” The guy leant forward as he said so, hands just brushing over Gwaine's hip. “Sorry, I'm not supposed to, am I?” The guy looked up at him, blue eyes blown wide and a flush high on his cheeks, and Gwaine swallowed hard.
“It's fine, private dance and all.” Gwaine gasped as the hand moved along the low waistband of his jeans, tickling the sensitive skin under the swell of his bell. “Shall I continue?”
“Please.”
Gwaine ran his hands down his chest, flickering over a nipple as he passed. The guy made a noise in the back of his throat, and a discreet glance told Gwaine he was doing his job.
He stepped back slightly as he undid the jeans and slowly pulled the zip down. The jeans were slowly pulled down and he stepped out of them.
The guy had his hand resting on his thigh, his thumb was almost touching his obvious erection, but not quite.
“You're allowed to touch yourself.” He whispered. The guy jerked and ground his hand down on his cock, hissing through his teeth. “C'mon,” Gwaine growled, “let me see you.” The man nodded and opened his trousers, pulling out his erection, thick and hard, precome pooling at the tip.
Gwaine continued to undulate to the music, getting in the guy's personal space once more. The guy's hand stroked up the outside of Gwaine's thighs and moved to bracket his erection.
Gwaine palmed himself through the leather, hand brushing his client's, he shuddered and hummed at how obscene it felt. He'd never get bored of that feeling, especially coupled with the sight of a panting, wanking guy in front of him. He loved how powerful this job made him feel, making men (and the occasional women) lose all their inhibitions.
They guy licked his lips and brushed his fingertips over the leather. Gwaine groaned as pleasure sparked down his spine.
The client looked up at him and swallowed hard. He moved one hand to his own straining erection. Gwaine watched the guy jerk and shudder under his own hand, fisting himself hard. He thumbed his slit, smearing pre-cum over the head of his cock. One hand trailed down his cock, circling the base before dropping down to cup his balls, which tightened against his body.
The guy grunted and come splashed over his hand. Gwaine wanted to drop to his knees and lick his clean. He shuddered at the thought – how the guy's eyes would widen and he'd thread trembling fingers through Gwaine's hair as he did it.
“Fuck,” the guy croaked, “fuck.”
