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“Come downstairs <3.” Greyson looked at his phone, the text from Nicolaj.
He hopped up and started walking. Nicolaj has been teasing him like fucking crazy for the last few months now, maybe now he’ll want to do something more. Greyson knows there should be no one here for now, they just left for lunch, they have some time alone.
Greyson’s thoughts of Nicolaj run rampant as he makes his way downstairs and tries to find Nicolaj: “The bastard didn’t tell me what fucking room he’s in.” Greyson thinks, partially annoyed.
Greyson finally finds the right room and sees Nicolaj bent over in his chair, his upper body wrapped around the back, his knees on the seat, ass sticking out and feet dangling off. Greyson’s eyes dance across the frame of the Danish man in front of him, eyeing down his curves.
Nicolaj looks up and sees Greyson’s reflection in the computer screen: “Took you long enough.” Nicolaj teases.
Greyson walks forward: “What do you want?” Greyson sighs softly.
Nicolaj stretches his arms out: “Wellllllllll, I think you deserve the chance to try and convince me to finally stop being such a tease, I can tell you want to fuck me, it’s why you keep letting me get away with this. Why should I start fucking you?” Nicolaj asks. He doesn’t even look at Greyson, he wants him to work for this.
Greyson almost whines at Nicolaj’s words, but he controls himself: “What do you mean “convince?”” Greyson asks, walking closer to Nicolaj.
Nicolaj wraps his arms back around the chair, his chin resting on top: “Maybe you could talk me through what you’ll do to me and if I like it, you may get a reward.” Nicolaj coos, swaying his hips slightly.
Greyson smirks: “He wants me to tease him…” Greyson thinks.
Greyson runs his hand down Nicolaj’s back, pulling up just as he reaches his ass: “I think I can be the tease between us two for once, I’ve learnt from the best.”
Nicolaj smirks, he knows Greyson can’t see his face directly: “So where would you start?” Nicolaj suggests, his voice smooth and calm, just how Greyson likes it.
Greyson thinks for a moment, his cock twitching at his lewd thoughts: “I’d first get taste of the dirty mouth of yours; I’d make you feel lightheaded until your breath smells exactly like mine.” Greyson starts with an audible pop of his lips.
Nicolaj coos: “Mmmmmm… I love a big, strong, muscular man that can just take charge…”
Greyson picks at the soft fabric of Nicolaj’s black joggers: “Then I’d rip those sweats off your legs and start feeling those thin legs of yours” Greyson softly grunts as he slides his fingers across Nicolaj’s waistband.
Nicolaj’s body shudders upon touch: “What would you feel?”
Greyson drags Nicolaj’s sweats down slowly, stopping at his knees: “I’d feel all over your thighs, squeezing and massaging you until you beg me for more. Then I’d run my fingers all over your tight little ass, I’d force every last bit of air out of your lungs as you feel my hands explore your delicate, snow white skin…”
Nicolaj’s breathing becomes heavy as he feels Greyson’s presence wash over his body: “W-what would we do t-then?” Nicolaj stammers, he sees Greyson palming his cock through his shorts in the reflection of the computer.
“If you asked nicely, I’d let you suck my cock.” Greyson pants, his heartrate accelerating too.
“I-I’ve never sucked your cock before, how would I react?” Nicolaj stammers, his face flushing redder by the second.
Greyson smirks, his cock pitching an immense tent: “Your jaw would go slack when you see this cock tower in front of you. You’d be speechless at my length and you’d think crazily trying to think of how you’re going to fit it all in that tiny mouth of yours.”
Nicolaj leans up in the chair, his back slanting downwards now just so he can bury his face in the soft computer chair: “D-do you think I’d be able to f-fit you?” Nicolaj quivers.
Greyson smoothly runs his hands up and down Nicolaj’s back under his dark shirt: “A slut like you would have no problem. I’d make sure you gave me the sloppiest, wettest, nastiest blow job you’d ever given in your life to me.” Greyson’s harsh tone gives Nicolaj some immense goosebumps: “Once you pull off, your saliva will drip all down your small body and you’d gasp for air, trying to compose yourself since you’d be dying to take me in your throat again.”
Nicolaj’s toes are wiggling trying to hold his pose in the chair:” T-then what?”
Greyson drops his shorts to his feet, his sky-blue boxers miraculously holding back his cock from breaking free: “I’d rip those tight briefs you have on off your delicate little body and I’d grip your ass even harder than before. My hands would leave enough marks and prints on your skin that no one would need to guess who your ass belongs too.” He huffs while massaging his steadily erect cock through his soft boxers.
“W-would I-I be able to f-feel you?” Nicolaj gulps.
“You could run your hands all over my pecks, my abs, my sides, wherever you can reach Nicolaj. My body is yours to touch as long as you give up control of your body. You’d know that you’d wait for my command to move at all.” Greyson sucks his spit in as he grips the elastic of Nicolaj’s briefs and pulls them down to his knees as well, exposing his soft, pale skin. His cock drops now free, throbbing as Greyson’s words course their way through his body.
Nicolaj shivers with his ass fully exposed now: “W-what happens n-next?”
Greyson massages Nicolaj’s cheeks for a moment as he thinks: “I’d spread those tiny cheeks you have apart, and I’d finger that tiny, quaking hole of yours. I’d slowly fit another finger in there, stretching you out until I hear you beg for more.” Greyson whispers, his words sounding even more tantalizing than before. He purposefully grips both cheeks and spreads them, the sight of Nicolaj’s smooth, hairless cheeks spread open send his heartrate skyrocketing: “I’d fill you up with my fingers until the only sounds I hear out of your mouth are sloppy broken moans. I’d explore every inch of your insides until I find that sweet, special spot of yours...” Greyson says with a huff, he almost forgot to breathe normally.
Nicolaj’s feet are squirming under all this pressure from Greyson: “W-What s-spot-t…”
Greyson lets Nicolaj’s cheeks go, he grips his cock with his right hand: “That special spot that I know when I hit it would make your moans even louder and hotter than anything else that I made escape from that tiny mouth you have. That special spot that makes all your thoughts stop when someone presses against it.” Greyson pants.
Greyson presses the tip of his covered cock to the top of Nicolaj’s cleft, the tight skin spreading slightly as it makes room for his covered tip: “Wanna know whats’s next?” Greyson whispers, his eyes focused on Nicolaj’s ass.
Nicolaj stammers: “W-what?”
Greyson drags his cock down Nicolaj’s ass slowly: “I’d make you reach down and shove my thick cock into your tight, puckering hole.” Greyson coos, his cock almost to Nicolaj’s hole: “I’d make those stumbling hands of yours grip my dick and you’d have to shove it inside yourself to finally feel it stretching out your insides.” Greyson stops his words just as his tip brushes past Nicolaj’s hole, eliciting a soft whimper from Nicolaj.
“W-would you be s-slow at first?” Nicolaj whimpers, his voice in shambles.
Greyson prods Nicolaj’s hole with his tip, his boxers acting as a barrier to prevent him from going in any further: “At first yes, I would take my time, making sure you felt every inch slowly creep further in your ass, I’d make your tight little heat stretch around my shaft until you start begging me to go harder.” Greyson hums, his cock almost busting through the seams.
Nicolaj shudders again, his fingers now quaking trying to hold on to the back of the chair, his own cock begging for attention: “W-would I-I have control?” Nicolaj quips, almost if he’s asking for permission.
Greyson pulls his cock away from Nicolaj and pulls his boxers down, his cock flopping out: “No, I’d fuck that tight little ass of yours until I get sore.” Greyson grunts. He pushes Nicolaj’s back into the back of the chair, sending his ass down, arching his back downwards. Greyson does his best to wrap his upper body over Nicolaj’s own, his knees locking the Dane in place, his cock flopped on and up his lower back, under his shirt: “I’d make sure every inch of my cock stretches you open, I want my dick to fit snugly deep inside you.” Greyson softly murmurs into Nicolaj’s ear.
Nicolaj is shaking, the extreme weight of Greyson bearing down on his body, his extremely warm cock is pulsing on his lower back: “D-do I c-cum f-first?” Nicolaj whimpers, his face buried into the back of the chair.
Greyson rocks his hips back, lazily sliding his cock back and forth over Nicolaj’s skin as he adjusts himself. He finally frees his cock and repeatedly slaps his hips forward until Nicolaj’s firm cheeks get wrapped around his hot shaft: “You cum when I say you cum. Not before me, that’s for damn sure.” Greyson huffs a puff of hot air into Nicolaj’s ear.
Nicolaj just shudders as he breathes, it’s getting really hard to maintain his composure.
Greyson hops off and quickly lowers the height of the chair, Nicolaj gasping at the surprise movement. Greyson pays him no mind, grabs his hips and pull them back into his pelvis, ripping his shirt up his body, exposing his bare back. His cock flops down across Nicolaj’s lower back, his sack hanging low between his legs alongside his neglected, aching cock. Greyson starts dry-humping Nicolaj, slowly and extremely drawn-out. He glides his cock across Nicolaj’s lower back, right up his spine. Nicolaj can feel Greyson’s sack softly bounce off his cheeks. Nicolaj’s tiny but firm bubble-butt cheeks jiggle every time Greyson swats his hips into him, the feeling along with the hot heavy cock pressed against his skin is downright sinful.
Nicolaj lets Greyson do as he pleases to him, his strong frame standing tall towering behind him, his iron like grip squeezing his thighs harshly, his hot and heavy cock sliding up his spine, his low and sensual grunts he makes every time his ass claps against his muscular body, Nicolaj is willing to go all the way right now, in this room, in this chair, with no care….
A key jingle is heard.
The two stop slightly frightened as they hear the front door being unlocked.
Greyson pulls away, Nicolaj stumbling as he stands up, his face red and cock rock hard: “Fuck…” Nicolaj huffs, his heartrate still rocketing.
Greyson picks up his clothes: “Your room, right now.” Greyson commands.
Nicolaj nods and pushes his sweats and briefs back up his body. He quickly catches a glimpse of Greyson’s erect cock and his heart falters for a moment as he understands that Greyson wasn’t kidding when he said he’d go slack jaw at the sight. His rosy pink tip on top of it all makes him shiver as he stumbles out of the room, following Greyson as fast as he can.
The rest of the C9 team slowly pour into the house as the two quickly run upstairs to cool down and refresh themselves.
END.