Professional Peefer

nsfwreborn:

The first time you meet him he’s staring at you from the honor table as you walk in; which isn’t weird, men love to look at you. Dealing with you tends to cause mixed reactions, but looking? they have their fill of that, until they’re fit to burst with the kind of weakness that makes it so easy to line your pockets.

This is why you hang pretty off the arm of your benefactor, why you wrap painted lips around his cock on command. He’s a powerful man that knows even more powerful men. The kind of guardian angel that can introduce you to him; king of the underworld, Vongola blood, strong hands and cunning eyes.

Ricardo keeps his gaze on you through the meal, the dancing, the booze. There’s no weakness in it, he doesn’t fall for the demure little act; if anything he coaxes out the wit and crass humor in you. He whispers dirty jokes so subtle that he drags a mocking edge to your laughter from behind the mask, and he watches you with the languid excitement of cats.

Your benefactor leaves with him that night, the mist guardian following his boss, and you’re left to your quarters alone. You unwrap yourself of stolen luxuries, a sigh much louder than you expected rushes out of you when you finally free the soft animal flesh underneath. You try to let the wetness of your underwear surprise you but it really doesn’t; not after you’ve spent the night admiring Ricardo’s sharp jawline, wondering what sounds he’d make if you trailed biting kisses along it, down his neck.

He’s different; you groan with satisfaction at the thought, letting your hand find it’s way between your legs. He’s a man who seems to see the scorpion hiding under lace and he can’t wait to catch the stinger. You can’t help but look forward to getting familiar with his poison too.