FITTING ROOM by clueless_psycho

Crawford waited until the shop attendant finished hanging the pants he was going to try on inside the fitting room and stepped out before he entered, shut the door of the small room and properly locked it. He shrugged his jacket off, hung it next to the pants, then sat down on the wooden bench attached along one of the wall and loosened his tie.

He was in the process of taking off his cufflinks when the door was knocked.

He smiled satisfactorily.

He unlocked the door, pulled it a bit to let Aya in. He relocked the door as quickly as he unlocked it.

“Nobody sees you?” he asked as he reached for the button of Aya’s jeans to pop them open. Aya kicked his loafers away.

“No,” Aya shrugged his jacket off after removing a small tube of gel from the pocket. He slipped the tube in Crawford’s shirtpocket “You’re lucky because this place is packed.”

“It’s their annual sale.” Crawford unzipped the redhead’s jeans while Aya worked on his shirt’s buttons. “You should try shopping here. Their collection is awesome.”

“Too expensive.” Aya scowled as he undid Crawford’s belt. “Even with seventy percent reduction.”

Soon they were naked from the waist down, Aya kept his tee and Crawford his shirt. Taking the tube out of the pocket, Crawford squeezed half of the content out to slick his fingers and coat his cock with. He tossed the tube to the floor to land among the discarded pants and socks and grabbed Aya’s hips.

“Now try not to scream,” he murmured with his lips hovering very close over Aya’s lips.

“Ch.”

Crawford started by kissing Aya against the wall, rubbing their genitals together. After one minute of maddening tongue battle that left them with panting with lust and pleasure, Crawford lifted Aya with his hands on Aya’s perky ass. Aya quickly hooked both legs on Crawford’s waist, his arms around Crawford’s neck to hold on.

Aya almost yelped when Crawford rubbed up the crack of his ass with his slick hardness. He snapped his teeth on his lower lips just in time before the sound escaped his lips.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“I am.” Crawford gave him a teasing smirk. “Now stay quiet. I’m one of this shop’s most honored costumers and I want to stay that way.”

“You chose this kink.”

“You decided to play along.”

“Bas… aaahhh!” An involuntary moan slipped out from the back of Aya’s throat as Crawford pressed into him. He tossed his head back and ungracefully hit the wall behind him, but managed to swallow his pain.

“We should do this more often,” whispered Crawford quietly as he started to move inside Aya. Aya shoved his hips down to take more of Crawford’s erection. “It’s a good place for you to exercise your self control.”

“Fuck your self control,” Aya snapped.

“No, it’s more fun fucking you.” Again, Crawford gave the redhead a teasing smirk. “Shall I make it more fun for you?” He bent down to take one of Aya’s nipples between his lips.

Aya had to bite his lower lips so hard now to keep him from moaning like a whore for the pleasure was almost unbearable. He hated being so sensitive in his sensual areas. He hated Crawford’s self control, even his breath stayed even, he was not panting like Aya now. Only the sound of his raced heartbeat and his sweat that told Aya that the oracle was as excited as he was. And his scent, thick with the smell of sex that made Aya took his time inhaling the heady scent between pants.

It felt like forever, yet it was not long enough and by the way Crawford increased his pace, Aya knew that they should end it soon before the shop attendants or their manager got curious and busted them inside the fitting room. He lifted his chin, opening his neck, sending invitation for Crawford to ravish the pale column which Crawford took without hesitation, sucking the sensitive part above his carotid artery in eagerness.

The pleasure took Aya’s mind away. He wanted… he wanted to scream to tell the world how good it felt to have Crawford inside him. He wanted…

He choked his cry when he ejaculated the moment Crawford rubbed his thumb against the little slit of his cockhead. His muscles tightened around Crawford, sending him over the edge with him.

Crawford released Aya’s neck and pressed his lips on the temple, wet with sweat. Aya still clung on him as he got over the aftershock of his orgasm. When he felt Aya had calmed enough, Crawford slid out carefully.

Crawford cleaned Aya with his tongue, and they got dressed as quickly as they threw the clothes away. Crawford kissed Aya to give him the taste of his own essence, and got a tongue massage all over the ceiling of his mouth in return.

Aya walked out first. Crawford waited several minutes before exited, carrying the pants he was supposed to try with him.

“Are they to your satisfaction?” asked the shop attendant when Crawford handed the pants to him.

“Yes.” Crawford nodded firmly.

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