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Request from, HaitusKaiyote. This was actually quite a challenging piece, but I enjoyed it. I hope you do too.
Grell thought that you were everything he wanted in a man…except the small little fact, you weren’t a man! You didn’t feel like revealing that to him anyways, you didn’t mind that Grell thought you were boy. You enjoyed his affections. You were attracted to him. To that beautiful red hair, the way he gripped you from the neck and hugged you tight. The sexual tension was becoming hard for you to handle, and you wondered if you were really that convincing in your portrayal of a boy, that he didn’t notice! I mean your (color) short hair, which framed around your face, did make you look mysterious, and your small breasts made you hide well under that (color) vest and those slacks.
You feel Grell pinch your ass and it quickly wakes you up from your thoughts,
“Ohhhhhh, (Your name)!!!!!!!” He moaned sexually, as he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you hard against his lean body. You feel his soft bulge on your ass. “We are reaping in the most romantic city! Everything is possible here! I think this is a sign don’t you think?”
You love how honest he is with his feelings. It didn’t matter to him if everyone in Paris seemed to stare at the way he nuzzled behind you like a loving cat. You turn and give him a bright smile and he melts into jelly in your hands.
“Take me, YN! I am all yours!”
You take that proposal seriously and you smirk at him. You chartreuse eyes narrow at him and you put your hand into his and begin to run, guiding him to an unknown place. It was already night, with classical music surrounding you along with the droning of idle chatter at nearby cafés. You aren’t sure how long and where to exactly, but you run and he followed. Loving how you always took control.
You just wanted it to be a quiet place, a place where no one was witness to what was going to happen between you and Grell, because you desired him now, and you were tired of waiting for the perfect moment. Like cats in an alley, you find a place between two bars, the moon is the only witness and the music emerging from both bars is deafening enough, that no one else would hear you. You don’t even allow Grell to ask you what in the world you are doing when you make him face the wall, and you whisper into his ear,
“All mine?” He shivers against you, as you pull that long red hair away from his neck as he nods and you press hard behind him and begin caressing the milky skin with your lips. He purrs and whimpers in complete delight as your hand snakes under his shirt and vest, to feel the warmth of his skin.
Your fingers quickly find his nipple and you tug at one and then the other with your thumb and forefinger.
“I want you, Grell” you tell him, “I’ve wanted you since I first met you.”
You lick his ear, until your teeth begin nibbling on his earlobe gently, playfully. Grell can’t believe his ears. He wants you just as much. Grell feels he is going to explode in ecstasy. His cock is rubbing painfully against the zipper of his pants and as if you were reading his mind, you cup over his slacks and he throws his head back against you in a breathless moan, and you shift slightly to lick the side of his face, and then capture his lips.
He gladly accepts, as his tongue plays with yours as much as it can in the positon you have him. You unbutton his pants first, slowly, skillfully and he helps you with a despair that tells you that he does not want to be patient. His slacks pool at his booted feet and you are delighted to find out he is not wearing any underwear, giving you access to his exposed, thick, and pale (circumcised, uncircumcised) cock.
“Take me.” he moans into your mouth as you suckle on his bottom lip.
The moon shines against him, illuminating his aroused face, making him even more beautiful to you. Sliding your hand from his neck, down his covered chest to that erect hardness, your thumb begins rubbing the precum coming out of that slit at the tip of his cock. He screws his eyes shut as he moves his hips against your palm. Your other hand hold his hips in place, steadying him, forcing him still and you bring your fingers that were rubbing his cock, into his mouth.
“Wet them for me” you order, as you feel the wetness pooling in your boxers, fighting the urge of dropping him to the floor and riding his cock.
Grell does as he is ordered grabbing you by the wrist, the long wet muscle wetting your fingers. He looks at you with those eyes, that resemble yours, filled with craving and you slide your fingers deeper into his mouth. He was so handsome. You wet your lips at the sight of his sculpted lips sucking your fingers.
Satisfied, your wet fingers encircle Grell’s solid, velvety cock and you begin pumping him. His hands grip the bricked wall as his hips begin moving into your closed, tight palm. You slide your hand from the sensitive head, to the base of his cock grazing his sac. That is almost enough for him to explode. You love the way you give him pleasure.
He shudders, and moans with each stroke. He doesn’t think he can take it. He must be dreaming.
You continue kissing his neck, his ear as you help him find his pleasure. You stroke him at the rhythm of his hips. You are pressed hard behind him, feeling every vibration of his body, hearing even the shaky low moans he lets out. His agitated whimpers are music to your ears as he moves his hips faster and forcefully into your palm and you continue your firm strokes, not satisfied until he screams out and begins to cum. He throws his head back and you cover your mouth over his rapidly, savoring his desire, his breathless grunts into your mouth, as you feel him rupture all over your hand, warm and sticky. His chartreuse eyes become brighter, larger as he looks up to the moon in complete release, his chest heaving rapidly.
Once the aftershock of his orgasm is over, he turns clumsily with his pants pooled at his feet and places his lips over yours. His kiss is passionate and fiery as his red hair. You lose your fingers in his silky tresses as he deepens the kiss, wanting more of you. Then both of you open your eyes at the same time, the moment he cups you between your legs, only to find there is nothing to cup but an inviting, soft mound.
He separates from you for an instant, holding you tight from the shoulders. There is shock painted on his face and he lets out a shriek, “YOU’RE A GIRL!!????”