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Flashing, blinding lights exploded from the building in a dizzying, effulgent blaze. Music blared loud enough for the pizza boy to feel the bass reverberating deep within his chest, a sensation he frankly found nauseating. People walked to and fro, dressed in stunning, pristine attire, as if their own life savings weren't on the line the moment they entered the casino. Elliot took in a breath and walked in.
Yep. This was the right place.
He wasn't a newcomer- far from it. If the casino hadn't been so talented at overstimulating Elliot in mere seconds, he may have even found a strange comfort in it. Pizzas were delivered here quite frequently; though typically to the hotel rooms stacked just above the casino floor. This delivery was a bit different, though, ordered to be handed straight to a certain gambler in the action of it all.
Chance. It was a name Elliot had, unfortunately, found himself excited to receive any orders from. Did an order from Chance mean he'd have to find them amidst a sea of roulette tables, desperately searching for his stupid smirk in the crowds? Yes. But it also meant seeing Chance, even if for a fleeting moment. That made it all worth it for him.
At some point, pizzas delivered to Chance became less of a formal transaction and more of an... invitation . An order from Chance no longer simply felt like somebody ordering a pizza, but a request for Elliot to pay them a visit. Maybe he was deluding himself, but Elliot always felt like there was something more to it.
" Elli."
"Huh?"
“Five hundred dollars on the line. Red or black?”
Elliot's eyes widened. "Ch-Chance, you're kidding! I'm not gonna choose something worth five hundred fucking d-!"
"Hush," Chance whispered, wrapping an arm around Elliot's shoulders. An embarrassing heat rose to his cheeks as he quieted. "Red or black. You got this, no harm if you miss. Fifty-fifty shot here, dollface."
Adjusting into Chance's arm, Elliot huffed quietly. "If you're really making me choose..." he deliberated for a moment as if this decision required some sort of logic. "Red."
"Attaboy! Five hundred on red!" The gambler pushed forward some chips as he pulled Elliot in closer, leaning towards the roulette wheel. Though covered by their visor, there seemed to be a sparkle in Chance's eyes, staring intently at the roulette wheel.
There was a palpable tension in the air, the sensation of breathlessness overtaking Elliot. His chest felt... tight. Not in a painful, anxious way, but in eager anticipation. The pair watched as the house member dropped the ball and spun the wheel.
The small white ball swirled around, each rotation seeming to pull the men in closer in silent anticipation. Around and around, it orbited the wheel, gently clinking as it rolled. The table slowed, the ball settling into a number hole.
Number 12. Red. The pair exploded, cheering loudly, jumping in towards each other in a sort of half-hug, arms wrapped around one another leisurely as they hollered.
The rush of it all was euphoric, Elliot's head spinning wonderfully in glee. But he wasn't the one who had just gotten five hundred dollars.
Though he knew Chance was cheering at the excitement of a gamble paying off in his favour, Elliot's interest lie elsewhere. The feeling of Chance pulling him in closely, cheering over something Elliot had done, stupidly trusting him with so much money. His head rushed not with dopamine from the hit of a successful gamble, but from Chance himself. This was embarrassing.
Blinking, Elliot shook his head as if to reset his thoughts like an Etch-A-Sketch. Go in, deliver the pizza, and maybe get a few moments to savour with Chance. "Get a grip," he mumbled to himself, shuffling into the damp casino.
Just have to find Chance. That was it. He had already clocked out of his shift at his job, considering he knew his deliveries with Chance always took a little extra (and the pizza place did close in about 15 minutes), so he just took the loss and punched his ticket a bit early. After this delivery- and subsequent time with Chance- he was done for the night.
Upon entering the casino, he was hit with that smell of tobacco and alcohol. Elliot wrinkled his nose up. Chance was the only one who could make those putrid scents just... work . When they lingered in the air over crowds of strangers, something about it was foul.
Eyes scanning over masses of people, Elliot sighed quietly. What was Chance wearing today? Striking red and white with a dazzling ruby fedora, his classic jet-black suit and tie... Elliot wasn't completely sure what to search for in the oceans of patrons. He walked, nervously, towards some of the game tables.
"Heyyy, pizza boy," a slurred voice cooed behind him. The voice was unfamiliar. Elliot's stomach turned.
He turned around, nervously, to face the man. The man was slightly slumped over, visibly intoxicated, crossing his arms and eyeing Elliot up and down with a grin. The drunken patron absolutely reeked of beer- a rancid, nauseating smell to Elliot.
"Uh... hello," Elliot mustered, doing what he could to stay polite. "Just here to deliver a pizza to somebody. I'll be on my way shortly," he replied simply.
"Hey, ah ah, don't walk away from me now!" The man stumbled closer to Elliot. Elliot stepped back, securing the distance between them. He was relieved to be holding the pizza box, giving him some more space. "C'monnn. I've been at this casino all fuckin' night, but you're my shot to really get lucky! You sure are a cute one, hm?"
Elliot looked around, as if searching for Chance in one last effort. They were nowhere to be seen.
"I, uh... really need to deliver this! I'm, uh, flattered, but I should-"
"Oh c'mon, honey, you don't gotta play hard-to-get! How 'bout I take you back to my place, yeah? I'd love to... get to know you some more-" he squinted, scanning Elliot's shirt for his name tag. A sickening smile spread across his face when he spotted it. "Elliot... what a beautiful name."
His chest felt tight. Normally, these situations weren't so scary for Elliot. Sure, they were never pleasant, but nobody had ever been so... insistent . The man's drunken stupor held a certain terrifying weight to it. Elliot wanted to get away, go anywhere but near this man, but it was like he was glued in place. Like a deer in headlights, all Elliot could do was stumble fearfully over his words, doing everything he could for the man to get the hint. None of it seemed to work.
The man stumbled in closer, like a predator closing in on its prey. Elliot stood, frozen and wide-eyed, his body beginning to shake slightly. He did everything he could to fight away tears threatening to well in his eyes.
"That's better," the man purred. "I think I like you better when you don't talk, Elliot ." His own name felt like a vile taunt when muttered by this man. "Now, how about you and I-"
"Heya, sweetheart!" A deep, familiar voice yelled out from behind Elliot. Relief flourished in Elliot's heavy chest, like a breath of fresh air after drowning amidst a tempest of waves.
A sudden hand wrapped around Elliot's waist, pulling him into the large, unmistakable body of Chance. Warm notes of whiskey flooded Elliot's nostrils, a scent that always seemed to linger on them. Elliot moved himself further into the grasp, eager to deter the man in front of him. Chance's grip on Elliot's waist tightened.
The drunken man chuckled, a mix of disbelief and disapproval lacing it. "You know this guy, Elliot, baby?"
Wordlessly, Elliot opened his mouth as if to respond, but nothing seemed to come out. His gaze desperately shifted up to Chance.
"Course he knows me. He's mine . What'd'you need?" Though his voice was calm, there was a soft, undeniable growl to his words.
… What did he say?
The man's nose wrinkled. "You can't be serious! C'mon, Chancey, let me have this! Just let me have my fun with him!"
Chance seemed to tense. He stiffened, using his free arm to pull back the side of his clean suit jacket, revealing a shining flintlock in a holster against his hip. He stared at the man for a moment. "Get out of my casino."
Expression shifting from bitter to shocked, the man's eyes flashed between the pistol and, albeit obscured, Chance's piercing gaze. Then, he sighed heavily, turning towards the exit and beginning to stumble away, his movements disoriented and sloppy.
"Ah, it's not even fuckin' worth it. Always such a stick up your ass. This casino fuckin' sucks anyway!"
When the man was a safe distance away, Elliot turned to look at Chance, pizza still in his arms. Where was he supposed to start? Thank you? Here's the pizza you ordered? Dozens of thoughts flooded Elliot's brain, unsure of where to even begin.
Luckily, he didn't have to. Wordlessly, Chance began to strut quickly in a direction as if he were on a mission, Elliot still held firmly at the waist.
Trying to keep up, Elliot followed, his pace an embarrassing in-between of walking and jogging. "Where are we going?" he muttered.
"To my office."
"Um, ok-!" Elliot responded quickly.
Before long, Chance stopped in front of a large, ornate wooden door. Of course this would be the door to his office; why wouldn't the most extravagant man in the world have an office to match? He opened it, firmly guiding Elliot in before closing it behind them.
The office was quite large for what it was. A large desk of mahogany sat in the centre of the room; a beautiful, leather office chair just behind it. Matching mahogany bookshelves lined the wall behind it, all tied together with two red, fabric-lined seats facing the desk and an elaborate patterned rug.
"Your office is ver-"
"Did he touch you at all?" Chance quickly cut the compliment short, placing his large hands on Elliot's shoulders.
"Ah-! Uh, no, he was just talking to me..." Elliot replied, looking away from the man.
Visibly, Chance sighed, his shoulders sinking as his posture decompressed. "Good. That's good."
A silence fell between them for a few seconds before Elliot chimed in once again.
"I've, uh... got your pizza!" He looked back up at Chance, finally meeting his gaze.
He had an expression Elliot had never seen him wear before. His signature smirk was gone, replaced with something more... intense? Elliot wasn't entirely sure what to make of it, simply smiling gently in return.
Then, Chance stepped forward. And Elliot didn't dare move away.
The gambler breathed for a moment, as if savouring something fleeting. Then, he raised his hands up to Elliot's face, cupping him softly. There was something so tender about the way he touched him, as though he could break at any moment. Warmth welled up in Elliot's chest, his pulse quickening.
The moment was slow, careful , Chance gently leaning in towards Elliot as the pizza boy reciprocated this. Their faces neared one another in deliberate movements, lips inching so close together that the air between them was warm and thick...
Chance was the one to break their trance, straightening his posture and taking a step back. He straightened his tie, face notably red, but lined with hints of disappointment, as though his own restraint hurt him. "Uh, the pizza... you can put it on my desk."
Elliot stood still for a beat. In one moment, Chance was just inches away from finally kissing him, and in an instant, it was gone. Just a pizza boy who had his hopes set a little too high. He hoped his expression didn't convey his let-down. "Ah, alright..."
He turned, pacing slowly to the desk, afraid of losing whatever they had left in this office. Placing the pizza down, Elliot sighed, turning around to face Chance once again.
Chance's gaze lingered over Elliot, as if scanning him. He wasn't just looking at him, he was completely staring , as if nothing else in the office meant a thing, like Elliot was some... prized possession. Intensity still radiated from Chance, some indiscernible emotion seeming to linger heavily over them. Elliot never was good at reading a pokerface.
Elliot smiled softly. Something seemed to rush through Chance as he did this.
"Fuck it," he mumbled quietly. Chance moved towards Elliot, his strides long and quick, before standing closely in front of him, practically pinning Elliot's hips to the desk behind him.
"Tell me you want this."
Elliot's breath hitched. He nodded furiously, heat rushing to his face.
"Say it, doll."
"I-I want you! Please, Chance, I-!"
Chance made quick work of closing the gap between them. One hand was placed on the cool lacquer of the desk beneath them, steadying himself, while the other made its way to Elliot's thigh, grabbing and pulling it up to Chance's hip. Elliot wrapped his arms around Chance's waist to steady himself.
Their lips collided in a moment of deep passion, unspoken yearning between them embodying itself in an intense kiss. It was the kind of kiss spent ages in the making, a hidden desire for one another finally surfacing and exploding in a supernova of emotion. It was the kind of kiss neither wanted to end, for it meant that aching love had finally been realised.
It wasn't long before Chance's tongue forced its way into Elliot's mouth, a progression that was more than welcomed by the pizza boy. The smaller man moaned into the kiss, moving a hand up to grasp Chance's face, lined with a prickly stubble.
Gently, Chance nibbled at Elliot's lip, a sensation that drove him absolutely wild. Elliot's hand snaked its way to the back of Chance's head, pulling him into the kiss for more. The pizza boy whined quietly, a soft plea for more.
The larger man broke off the kiss. "What'd'ya want from me, prettyboy?"
Elliot panted quietly, staring up at Chance as a bead of saliva from the kiss dripped from his lip. "You... you know what I want."
Chance huffed. His hands moved to Elliot's waist, grabbing onto him tightly and lifting him in an instant, placing him to be seated on the desk. Now, they were eye level with one another. Chance smirked softly.
"I know what you want, huh?" He brought a hand up to Elliot's crotch, rubbing gently over the fabric of his pants. "Is it somethin' to do with this, baby?"
Holy shit . The touch was nothing more than gentle teasing, but the sensation drove Elliot wild. Heat rushed to his groin, a warm, fuzzy sensation overtaking him as Chance's fingers traced gently over him. He made a strained noise, a quiet whine escaping his throat.
Chance breathed, like this noise from Elliot was reverberating through their own body. They pressed down slightly harder, increasing the pressure against Elliot's heat. The pizza boy whined again, louder this time.
It was so much, but it was barely even anything. This was humiliating, melting over the gentlest touch from Chance's single hand rubbing against his clothed warmth. He was whining so loudly, his hips beginning to buck, and all Chance was doing was teasing him with a finger or two. He felt so desperate, wanting more and more from Chance the longer this continued.
"So needy so soon," Chance mumbled, withdrawing his touch from Elliot.
Elliot sat up, a light frown on his face. He went to open his mouth to complain, but Chance was quick to shut him up, pushing him back to lay flat against the desk.
"W-What're y-?"
"Hush. I'm takin' care of you, alright? All you gotta do is lay there and look pretty."
Heat rushed through Elliot. All he could do was mumble a quiet, "M'kay..."
Hands appeared at Elliot's hips, tracing the line of his pants before settling on the button in the centre. Chance gently unbuttoned this, his movements slow and methodical, unzipping as well.
"This alright, Elli?"
That nickname always made Elliot's heart flutter an embarrassing amount. "Uh huh," he replied breathlessly. "Please."
Chance took in a breath before working his fingers under the waistband of Elliot's pants, tugging quickly and pulling them away from Elliot's body. He worked the pants down Elliot's legs, eventually fully pulling them down, tossing them to the side.
Chance's gaze fixed on Elliot once again, an unmistakable need flooding through them. Elliot's pants were gone, leaving just his grey boxers in their place. An obvious wet spot had formed right above Elliot's warmth, slick covering them messily. Chance's breath hitched.
They brought their hand forward, softly tracing a thumb up and down the line of wetness for a moment. Elliot moaned sharply, back arching towards the touch. Chance chuckled softly, pulling his hand away.
"Help me get these boxers off of ya," Chance said.
Elliot did this, placing his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers. Shuffling his hips, he wriggled the boxers to lie loosely around his thighs, allowing Chance to remove them the rest of the way.
A thin line of slick stuck to his boxers, connecting to his heat until being pulled away. Chance, much like he did with Elliot's pants, tossed the boxers to the side and focused on what he was really there for.
Elliot's pussy was fully on display for them now, glistening under the dim office lighting. His puffy lips were dripping with wetness, a messy bunch of lightly trimmed pubes adorning it all. Poking out was his large clit, clearly hardened from the previous stimulation. Slick shined over it all, dripping softly from him.
The pizza boy made a quiet noise of embarrassment. There was something humiliating about this; his entire crotch fully out and displayed for a fully-clothed Chance. The cool air made him feel even more bare.
"Sit up," Chance said quietly, finally breaking his gaze from the sight between Elliot's thighs.
Elliot did this, pushing himself up to a seated position. Chance grabbed Elliot's waist gently, pulling him to the edge of the desk to where his pussy was now just off the desk slightly. A quiet noise of anticipation emitted from Elliot.
"You're so beautiful," Chance whispered, dropping to his knees in front of Elliot. "God, you're so perfect. You're everythin' I could ever ask for."
He wasn't able to respond before Chance wrapped his hands around Elliot's thighs, pulling his legs up over his shoulders. They inched closer to Elliot's heat, breathing hitching.
Teasing, Chance blew a soft, cool puff of air onto Elliot's swollen clit. This sensation against his heat sent a pleasant chill through Elliot, a wave of anticipation rolling over him as he let out a pathetic whine. A soft chuckle came from the gambler in response.
"You ready?" Chance looked up at Elliot for approval.
Elliot nodded, placing his hand gently on the side of Chance's head, just under his fedora. His nervousness was undeniable, but the rush of lust was all he could care about now, his heart beating so quickly it was practically audible.
Silently, the gambler leaned in, planting soft kisses along Elliot's inner thighs. "You're so pretty," he mumbled softly, "so, so pretty for me, Elli." Kisses continuously trailed further in between the pizza boy's thighs, closer to his pussy, then seemed to dissolve as Chance pulled away and began to kiss from a distance again. Elliot whined in frustration.
"Such sweet noises," the gambler purred. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Elliot's protruding clit. The smaller man moaned sharply at the gentle contact, his grasp on Chance's head tightening. "And so sensitive too," they teased.
"Chance," Elliot whined quietly.
They peered up from between Elliot's legs, that smirk plastered across their face. "Mhm?"
"Quit... quit teasing me..." he whined. "Please."
"Hm? Teasin' you? I can't help it, doll. I just wanna take my sweet time with you," they started, planting another kiss on his lover's clit, smirking contently as Elliot whimpered. "It's too easy to get you so bothered," they cooed, placing another kiss as Elliot made another noise. "I love watchin' you get all excited."
Giving into Elliot's meek request, Chance kissed once again, but this time followed up with a slight lick. The tip of their tongue grazed against Elliot's hardened clit gently, barely making any friction.
The lack of pressure didn't stop Elliot from reacting, though. He moaned, desperately pulling Chance's head closer in, trying to get even the slightest of more pressure. This was to no avail, Chance steadying himself with ease.
"So fuckin' needy."
Chance leaned in closely, rubbing his tongue up from Elliot's leaking hole to his clit in one smooth lick. A wave of ecstasy shot through Elliot, every nerve in his heat ablaze. Again, he licked, then again, then again. The gambler persisted, using his large hands to grab onto Elliot's thighs, holding them open as the pizza boy squirmed desperately.
"You taste so good," Chance said in between licks. "I'm the only one that gets to taste you like this. Got it?"
Excitement rushed through Elliot's body. The idea was so tantalising, so right . Chance being the only one allowed to do these things to him was an intoxicating idea; not only that, but Chance ordering him to remain exclusive to them. Elliot nodded quickly, muttering a soft, "M-Mhm, I promise-!"
As if to reward this, Chance began to lick again, focusing more on Elliot's clit. His tongue circled around it, flicking it gently. Strained moans and whimpers filled the air.
Gently, Chance wrapped his lips around it, sucking softly while continuing to tease softly with his tongue.
Loud moans and whines erupted from Elliot, even more than before. "Chance, ah-! Fuck I-I can't hold it in I'm gonna-!"
There were no words from Chance, only a gentle hum in response, sending a pleasant vibration through Elliot's sensitive parts. This was all Elliot needed, the final bit of stimulation to send him over the edge.
Suddenly, everything was a blur. Pure euphoria exploded in Elliot. He slumped over, wiggling helplessly as Chance held firmly onto his thighs, cementing him in place as they continued to suck. Elliot's body convulsed, waves of orgasmic pleasure crashing through his frame.
The sensations didn't stop. Chance, as he had been, continued to suck, tongue gently prodding relentlessly. Their eyes peered up towards Elliot, a teasing, knowing glance from under their visor. Chance was enjoying this, enjoying making Elliot unfurl in front of them, desperately and ecstatically whining and moaning at the persistent stimulation.
"Chance-!" Elliot whined out loudly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. "It's so much," he said in a strained voice, body squirming against Chance's strong grasp.
The gambler glanced up through his visor once again, watching as Elliot's body desperately jerked from the pleasure. Chance smiled softly- a playful smirk that seemed to taunt Elliot from between his legs.
Then, the gambler released one of Elliot's thighs as the pizza boy helplessly whimpered. With his mouth still pleasing Elliot, Chance's large hand trailed along Elliot's inner thigh, in towards his heat.
The larger man hummed gently before inserting a large finger into Elliot's wet hole, curling and moving it gently to massage that sensitive spot inside of him.
Adding this stimulation caused Elliot to whimper sharply, whining loud, barely-intelligible words of desperation. "F-Feels so good," he moaned, back arching into the sensations as Chance continued fingering and licking.
Tears that had threatened Elliot's eyes had now begun to fall, rolling down his face from the overstimulation. He felt pathetic, weak under the control of Chance; a sensation he undeniably adored.
Another finger soon pressed into Elliot, two fingers now stretching and massaging him. The pizza boy let out a sharp cry, clearly teetering on the edge of climax.
"Chance," he whined, weakly and desperately. "I'm... I'm gonna, hahhh-!"
Before he knew it, he finished again, deep sensations of ecstasy washing through his body. The feeling was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every part of his body. He was a mess, absolutely melting at the touch from Chance. If his brain wasn't filled to the brim with lust and adoration, he might've been embarrassed over it all.
The pizza boy, coming down from his high, slumped over as Chance remained between his legs. The gambler was no longer touching him, simply lingering as if to admire the sight before him; like Elliot was the most beautiful thing in the world unravelled like this.
"Such a perfect thing," Chance mumbled, rubbing Elliot's thighs softly. "I can't get enough of ya. Just want to keep usin' you. You're real pretty when you get so needy..."
Elliot, still panting heavily, blinked slowly at the other man, as though he wasn't entirely registering this praise. His brain was so tired, like he had short-circuited during their overwhelming intimacy.
Chance smiled. "You don't gotta say nothin', prettyboy. I just can't help myself with you..."
Leaning into Elliot's inner thigh, Chance latched on with his mouth, biting down softly. Elliot whined, a much weaker, quieter one than he had previously been erupting with. Chance sealed his mouth around the soft skin and sucked.
Elliot whimpered softly, his body wriggling softly. The sensation was strange; it of course stung, but something about Chance marking him made Elliot too excited to care. Just imaging himself with a mark from Chance made his heart race.
The other's mouth unlatched, a large, purple mark lying where he had been, light teeth indentations around it. He grinned.
"There we go!" he exclaimed. "All mine. I gotta mark you up so you know that."
He adjusted, shifting to the other thigh before biting again and sucking. He continued, again and again, leaving little purple marks along Elliot's thighs, Elliot moaning and whining with each mark as Chance cooed praise and adoration.
Elliot stared down at his thighs as Chance smiled up at him. Hickeys covered him, about 5 or 6 of them total spread across his legs. They were beautiful , small marks to tell himself that Chance had been there.
"One last thing, doll," Chance hummed. He adjusted, reaching into the pocket of his suit pants and fishing around for something. Elliot watched intently, cocking his head to the side.
Chance pulled a pen from his pocket. It looked expensive, intricate details and adornments lacing its outer-casing. He clicked it, unveiling the ballpoint tip.
In one swift movement of his hand, Chance dragged the pen along Elliot's lightly-trembling thigh, scripting his own signature. The ink was deep and rich, the pen gliding smoothly across Elliot's skin. When Chance placed the pen back into his pocket, Elliot could only stare in awe, admiring the possessive inscription.
Chance rose to his feet, again eye level with Elliot. He smiled at the pizza boy. "You're all mine. Got it?"
Heat rose to Elliot's face again, nodding softly. Had Chance always had this possessiveness for Elliot? He was almost confused, it was like a new side of Chance had emerged suddenly tonight. The pizza boy loved this, the feeling of belonging to Chance entirely was unbelievably thrilling.
Chance smirked, leaning in towards Elliot's lips for another kiss. Their lips connected once again, dancing, filled with passion built up from unrealised yearning for one another for so long. Every time they connected, it was as though a pent-up desire surfaced, exploding after being stifled for months.
The kiss was broken by Chance, pulling back just enough to speak. "I can't get enough of you, Elli. I don't think I ever will."
They trailed small kisses down, planting small pecks along Elliot's jawline. Then, they continued, leading down to Elliot's neck. The pizza boy breathed sharply, emitting a quiet noise of surprise.
It wasn't long before Chance began to bite down, again leaving hickeys, flush against Elliot's neck. Just like last time, he left multiple, trailing around Elliot's supple neck with soft bites and sucking. Marks from Chance adorned Elliot's neck, lacing around in small splotches.
"All mine," Chance mumbled again, breaking away from Elliot's neck. His voice had a soft growl to it, a certain edge in his tone. "Now everybody else can see that, hm?"
Elliot whined. "I like that," he mumbled quietly. "I don't want anyone else to have me."
Breathing sharply, Chance planted a soft kiss on Elliot's neck. "You don't know what you do to me," he growled gently.
"I guess you'll just have to show me," the pizza boy responded softly.
Chance let out a strained noise through his teeth. "You haven't had enough yet? You've already cum twice for me," he teased as he removed his belt, placing it on the desk next to them. "Such a needy thing. Hold still."
He grabbed the belt, stepping to the backside of his desk behind Elliot. "Give me your hands."
Elliot's breathing stopped for a moment. Was Chance really about to...? God, he felt so used by this man. It made him feel pathetic. It made him feel amazing . As Chance had ordered, Elliot placed his hands behind his back. In no time at all, he felt the cool leather of the belt wrap around his wrists, tightening, now secured in place, holding his hands in that position.
The larger man looped around again, standing in front of Elliot once more. He stood still for a moment, staring at Elliot as if admiring his own hard work. His eyes scanned everything: Elliot's flustered expression, the marks covering his body, his hands tied neatly out of the way, and the slick dripping from his messy warmth. It was all so perfect .
"So handsome like this," Chance cooed. He began to remove him pants, unbuttoning and loosening them just enough to make way for his erection, stiffened under the fabric of his boxers. Chance, at last, pulled his boxers down as well, lowering them to be barely under his hard member.
Elliot stared in awe. He was beautiful , his member fully stiff and released from the fabric of Chance's clothing. It was quite long, about 7 inches or so, and so much girth . The circumference was obviously massive. He didn't have a doubt in his mind just looking at it that this would stretch him out.
Chance stepped forward to Elliot, lining the tip of his cock up with Elliot's wet hole. The pair breathed excitedly in anticipation.
"Ready?"
Elliot nodded, taking in a sharp breath.
The gambler grabbed Elliot's legs, holding and spreading them apart. Slowly, he prodded his length into Elliot's tight hole, easing himself inside as Elliot moaned sharply. He pressed deeper in until finally reaching his shaft, his entire member inside of his lover.
Walls now stretched around Chance’s girthy member, Elliot moaned, his hips wiggling gently. This position felt so natural, Chance’s cock filling his hole so perfectly. He felt so full, stretched out so much he could barely fit it all inside.
"Tell me when I can move," Chance said, pausing for Elliot to adjust.
The pizza boy quickly responded, "Move already! P-Please-!"
Chance let out a strained chuckle. "So desperate." They obliged, slowly moving in and out of Elliot's tight hole.
Elliot whined at the motion, his walls stretching out to accommodate the massive girth inside of him. "It's so- hahh- big!" he moaned. His body slumped forward towards Chance, arms still tied tightly behind his back.
Chance moved his arms from Elliot's legs to grab his waist, steadying him gently. "Hush," he whispered. "I know, baby, it's so much. You're doing great."
His thrusts were slow, but forceful. With every thrust, it was as though Chance's need built, going harder with every slam into Elliot. The curve was perfect, slamming against that spot within Elliot again and again, his hole feeling perfectly full. This was all he could have ever wanted; getting fucked and marked by Chance like this.
Chance's thrusting was relentless, hitting deeper and deeper within Elliot with every slam into his pussy. The gambler was letting out noises of his own, quietly moaning and panting as he fucked Elliot.
"You're all mine, hah, you got that?" Chance's pace sped up. "Nobody else gets to have you. Nobody . I won't let anyone so much as look at'cha. You belong to me, Elli. Understand?"
Holy shit. Elliot felt weak, flustered, his whole body rushing at Chance's words. The idea of not just being with Chance, but belonging to him sent a jolt through him. Chance keeping him all to themself, being protective over Elliot as though he was something precious; Elliot couldn't get enough.
He nodded. "All yours, ah, f-fuck-! Nobody else can, hah, have me but you!"
Chance groaned. "Attaboy. I'm gonna cum inside you, ok? Can you be good and take that for me?"
Elliot nodded feverishly, the thought of Chance's cum inside of him making his head rush. Chance pumping him full, seed leaking from his hole… Elliot felt intoxicated just imagining it.
"Good boy," Chance groaned, pounding deeper inside. "God, I'm close. I'm gonna fill you up, Elli. Such a, ah, prettyboy!"
Chance planted one final thrust deep into Elliot, hitting as deeply inside as he could. Cum shot out of him, pumping deep inside of Elliot and filling his hole. Chance groaned as he climaxed, holding tightly onto Elliot.
That final thrust and subsequent warmth filling him was all Elliot needed to be pushed to his climax as well. His third, final, and strongest orgasm yet; Elliot's back arched, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Chance pumped his seed deep within his hole. Euphoria washed through Elliot, causing his body to jolt and shake against Chance's embrace.
The pair came down together, both slumping into one another weakly. Chance wrapped his arms around Elliot, holding him in a soft hug as they both breathed heavily. They were both exhausted, energy drained from their bodies from the rigorous activity. Breathing together, they both closed their eyes.
Chance was the one to break the silence. "Was that ok?"
Elliot nodded weakly. "Uh huh. That was perfect."
"I'm glad." Chance kissed Elliot's temple softly. "Should I go ahead and pull out?"
A whine emitted from Elliot. "Not yet. I just wanna stay like this a little longer, please."
"Alright. We'll get you cleaned up after."
Comfortable silence fell between them again, the only noises being their soft panting. Again, Chance broke the silence, this time his voice much softer and sincere.
"I love you, Elli."
The pizza boy flushed, nuzzling into Chance further.
"I love you too, Chance."