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Bez is nervous. Of course he is, it's his first night on his new job and he has no idea what he's about to get himself into. Granted, he hasn't picked the most conventional of jobs; but when times are tough in Monaco, where else would one turn but the streets.
Currently, he's waiting in the lobby of some fancy hotel far outside of his tax bracket (luckily he won't be paying for the room), twiddling his thumbs and trying to slow his breathing.
The agency he'd joined had given him a time and place and told him he'd be meeting up with a more experienced worker and a client, in order for him to “learn the ropes”, as they'd put it. He looks down at his casual attire (bell bottom jeans a few sizes too big and a tight white t-shirt) and then out at the rest of the hotel and wonders if everyone can guess what he's here for.
The ironic thing is he doesn't even morally agree with prostitution. Of course he would never dream of blaming the prostitutes themselves, but the exploitation and commodification of (usually) women's bodies is firmly against his moral and ethical beliefs.
And yet, here he sits. He can't help but feel a little guilty for feeding into this whole fucked up industry, but he truly didn't know what else to do. Besides, though he's not yet 23, he's far from a blushing virgin, so he figures this will be easy money.
As he worries away with his lip caught between his teeth, the sound of footsteps approaching him pulls him out of his anxious haze.
“Marco Bezzecchi?” The person says as Bez looks up to find a man, only slightly older than him by the looks of things, with perfectly groomed brunette hair and a charmingly feminine facial structure stretching a hand out to him. He accepts it with a grateful smile and is pulled to his feet.
“Marc Marquez?” He asks cautiously, only vaguely sure that was indeed the name the agency had given him for the other worker he'd be meeting.
“Yes, that's me. How are you feeling about tonight?” The man, Marc, asks conversationally, as if they were about to enter a business meeting, not have sex with a stranger.
“Um… nervous?” He answers truthfully, trying to play it off as a joke but he catches the unmistakable concern in Marc's expression. The older man starts walking and gestures for Bez to follow him as he speaks.
“Everyone is when they start this. It goes away eventually though. Are you a virgin?”
Bez is briefly caught off guard by the forward question but quickly remembers what his job is now and shakes his head.
“Good,” Marc sighs, “then this should be simple for you. The client we’re meeting with is a regular of mine. He's good. He'll go easy on you if that's what you want. And he pays well, so…”
Bez nods and they fall into a comfortable silence during the elevator ride to the floor their client is waiting for them on.
Once they reach the door, Marc stops him and speaks in a hushed tone.
“Our client is called Valentino. Rich business type. He's fine. The safe word is ‘Ducati’.”
“I thought we didn't get safe words?”
“We don't usually, but Valentino likes feeling assured everyone is comfortable. He knows you'll be here and that this is your first night on the job, so he really won't mind if things don't go to plan, hopefully.” Marc reassures.
“Huh, he sounds… nice.” Bez muses, more to himself than anything.
In lieu of a reply, Marc knocks on the door.
Bez is not entirely sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. When the door opens, he is faced with easily the most handsome man he's ever seen in his life. Curly, greying hair and a wolfish smile sit atop the tall, broad frame of the man at the door.
“Hey Marc.” He smirks, leaning tantalisingly against the doorframe.
“Vale.” Marc replies. Bez takes notice of the way Marc's entire demeanour changes now they're with Valentino. Kind hearted concern and a general air of apathy is now replaced with a seductive kind of challenge so visceral Bez is struggling to tell whether it's real or all part of the act.
“And who do we have here?” Valentino asks seductively as he turns to face him, catching Bez slightly off guard.
“Oh, um, I'm Marco.” He mutters, turning red.
“Well Marco, I must say you are quite gorgeous. I think we're all going to have a lot of fun together. Come on in.” Valentino shoots him a downright predatory grin and walks into the room. Bez goes redder than he thought was possible and looks at Marc, the concern back in his eyes.
“You okay?” Bez nods. “Told you he was nice.” And with that he walks into the hotel room. Bez stands outside for a couple of seconds and then follows, closing the door behind him.
“So, how do you want us?” Marc asks Valentino while Bez scans the room, taking note of the extravagant decor and the large, silk-sheeted bed in the centre of the room, alongside the decadent chaise longue opposite. There's even a table and unbelievably comfortable looking chairs in the corner.
“Well why don't we start easy?” Valentino finally answers, pulling Bez's focus back onto him. Slowly, he traverses the room and sinks onto the chaise longue, spreading his legs suggestively. “I want Marco here to suck my cock while you guide him through it.”
Marc nods and grabs Bez's hand before the youngest even has time to fully process what he's been asked- no, commanded, to do.
He ungracefully sinks to his knees between the V of Valentino's legs, Marc to his left with a hand on his back. He looks up through his eyelashes at Valentino, the way he's seen twinks do in porn, and then casts a glance sideways to Marc, who's staring at him with a mildly terrifying intensity.
“Have you done this before?” Valentino asks. The look in his eyes tells Bez that he hopes the answer is no. He's not sure whether to tell the truth - yes, and I'm good at it- or lie to keep the nervous virgin fantasy alive for his client. The scratch of a nail down his back at his hesitancy solves his problem.
“No, never.” He says, looking down at his lap to hopefully give off the impression of bashfulness whilst also hiding the fact that he is a terrible liar.
I'll have to get better at that if this is the career I've chosen. He thinks, grimly.
At his answer, Valentino smiles that same wolfish grin and leans back, hands behind his head leisurely. “Go on then.”
His hands carry a slight tremor as he undoes Valentino's jeans and pulls them down, accidentally brushing the clear bulge as he does so, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the man above him. He stares at the, clearly big, cock in front of his face, going slightly cross eyed at its proximity.
He feels Marc's hand on his back move up to his hair, taking a firm grip on it and shoving Bez's face into Valentino's crotch harshly. Bez grunts a small ‘hmph’ noise but soon settles into it, even though he is slightly suffocated. He opens his mouth against the clothed cock, mouthing against it. He takes a moment to suck through the material, making Valentino let out another low moan, before pulling that down too.
The cock he's faced with is… well… big. Bigger than he'd expected from a rich, handsome man who has to pay for this kind of company.
“Lick it.” Comes a voice from beside him, no louder than a whisper. He turns to look at Marc, who is currently staring at his mouth with a roaring fire behind his eyes, and then turns back to the task at hand.
Hesitantly, he pulls back Valentino's foreskin and administers tiny kitten licks to the exposed head, tonguing the slit and letting Valentino's pleased noises wash over him, going straight to his own, now half hard, cock.
It's not long before he feels more pressure on his head, Marc muttering small affirmations while pushing his head further down Valentino's dick and then back up again, repeating this until he's essentially using Valentino to fuck Bez's face.
“Yeah, just like that. You're doing so good, Marco.” Marc whispers in his ear, nipping the tip of it with his teeth and pulling away to continue gazing at him.
“Christ, just look at him Marc.” Valentino groans, eyes flickering between the red stretch of Bez's lips around his cock and the watering of Bez's eyes as he tries his best to reel in his gag reflex.
“I know. Look at the perfect little mouth on him. He was made to suck cock.” Marc muses, biting his lip.
“Marc if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous.” Valentino chuckles but immediately hisses at the slightest scrape of teeth from Bez.
“Jealous of him? Nah, I'm jealous of you.” Marc smirks, eyes still transfixed on Bez.
“Well too bad, he’s mine for tonight.”
The youngest of the three whines at their praise and back and forth, oddly familiar banter; the way they speak about him as if he's not even there is really doing it for him.
“Fuck bambino, you getting off on sucking my cock?” Valentino teases, bringing his hand to Bez's face and tracing where the younger lips wrap obscenely around his straining cock with his thumb.
Bez does his best to nod with his mouth still full, hands digging into his jean-clad thighs. As surprising as it is, he really is getting off on this. He's never really been a fan of sucking dick in the past, even though he knows he's good at it, and considering how nervous he was to start this new job, he'd expected to enjoy it even less when he was being paid for it. But he can't deny the tent in his jeans or the desperation slamming through his body. He rolls his hips and whimpers at the minimal friction his jeans provide against his raging hard on.
“Do you need more?” Valentino whispers, to which Bez responds with an over-enthusiastic nod. “Hm, well it’s a shame you're not the one paying, isn’t it?”
The sudden change in attitude startles Bez, and Marc from the way the hand in his hair disappears. Valentino replaces Marc's firm grip with his own, tugging hard enough that his dick slips from Bez's lips, a small whimper escaping with it.
He traces a thumb across Bez's spit wet, swollen lips, and then pushes inside the tight ring of his mouth, Bez instinctively sucking on it and hollowing his cheeks.
“What do you think, Marc? Think I should fuck him?” Valentino says, still unable to take his eyes away from Bez, and he's not the only one.
“Mhm.” Marc hums distractedly.
“Open him up then.” Valentino says bluntly, reaching into his discarded jeans to pull out a packet of lube, throwing it at Marc. “On the bed.”
Marc quickly gets up and sits on the bed, gesturing for Bez to join him.
Bez stalks over to sit next to him, Valentino following behind, and closes his eyes as two pairs of hands maneuver him to lie down. He opens them again to see Valentino grabbing a chair from the corner of the room to drag it next to the bed. As he does, Marc leans down to whisper “You okay?”, prompting a nod from Bez.
Valentino sits on the chair, eyes firmly locked on the pair on the bed and Marc takes that as his cue to start ridding Bez of his clothes. Bez aids him with this task and then lets himself go pliant, legs spread and hands fisted in the sheets. Again he pushes down the annoyingly persistent nerves in his chest and lets his mind go blank. He's not even sure why he's nervous, he's done this before… but he supposes it's different when money is involved. And his dignity.
Yet he can't deny… there's something about the whole situation that's turning him on.
The feeling of cold lube against his hole makes his breath hitch and legs twitch, but he forces himself to relax, leaning into the intrusion and letting small noises fall from his mouth.
“Add another.” Valentino breathes, Bez turns to stare at him and moans aloud at the sight of him palming himself, lip caught between his teeth. The smirk he gets in response is almost enough to elicit another wanton moan.
His head snaps back to Marc with a gasp as he feels another finger enter him.
He's not sure how long he spends mapping out the concentrated features on Marc’s face, but soon enough the man above him removes his hand and nods to Valentino.
He lets himself be manhandled once more, Valentino settling between his spread legs and Marc lying next to him, fingers splaying up and down his chest, occasionally tweaking a nipple or scraping a nail to eke out pathetic little wounded sounds from him.
“Hm, looks like Marc's done a good job with you.” Valentino sneers, running a finger over his wet hole.
“Thanks.” Marc smirks, leaning up to connect his lips with Valentino's, making out with one another sloppily, tongues visible as they groan into it. Bez can’t help but release a whimper at the sight, snaking a hand down to try and relieve some tension from his weeping cock.
“Uh uh,” Valentino breaks the kiss and catches his hand, smile still downright dangerous, “You don’t get to touch yourself today baby boy. You’re gonna come on my cock, okay?”
Bez nods, utterly transfixed by his easy dominance.
“You're quiet, aren't you? Let's see if we can change that.”
Bez holds his breath as he feels Valentino enter him, starting slowly and then punching the breath out of him with one mean thrust. Bez screams and his hand flies up to grip Marc's where it's resting next to his head. His eyes scrunch up tight and he lets out a shaky breath. Despite the (albeit minimal) prep, he feels split in two. He'd registered how big Valentino was when the man's cock was down his throat, but now it's actually inside of him, it's a whole other kind of big.
Unlucky for him, he isn't given much time to process the intrusion before Valentino is pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in again. His eyes fly open, locking with Valentino's, and his mouth gapes, a desperate, high pitched sound escaping him.
“You like that?” Valentino asks, smirking.
He's not really sure how to reply. What he really wants to say is please slow down so I can forget the real reason I'm here and get lost in those icy blue eyes of yours. However when Marc squeezes his hand he knows to choke out a small, “Yes, feels so good.”
He's not technically lying either, as Valentino continues to piston his hips, Bez can't help the stream of moans that seem to flow from his mouth, body moving up the bed and hair bouncing with every hard thrust, the older man somehow managing to locate his prostate almost immediately.
“You sound so pretty, baby. So loud for me.”
As if on cue, he feels a pair of lips belonging to the pretty brunette lying against him attach to his neck, sucking bruises into it and making him grow even louder, sounds now coming out higher pitched and girlier than before. Bez wasn't even fully aware he could sound like that.
“F-fuck, oh fuck-” He whines, back arching, which only causes Valentino to get even deeper inside of him, getting the perfect angle to hammer against his sweet spot continuously. The lips on his neck trail up to his ear and he feels hot breath fan against him, making him shudder through more incomprehensible moans.
“You’re doing so well. Are you close?” Marc whispers against him. Bez simply nods as best he can and watches as he feels Marc’s hand let go of Bez’s own and reach up, tangling in Valentino’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. It takes everything in Bez not to bust his load at the sheer sight of it, tongues sliding together and spit dripping everywhere.
It doesn’t take long before he’s feeling that familiar heat pooling in his core, his sounds getting louder and more obscene the more he feels it building. Upon hearing the frantic noises coming from his mouth, Valentino breaks his kiss with Marc to coo down at him.
“You gonna cum, cucciolo? Go on, cum on my cock.” He teases, voice rough with exertion. It doesn’t take any more than that for Bez’s eyes to roll into the back of his head, his mouth to fall impossibly open, and for all his noises to momentarily cease as his vision whites out. When he comes to, he vaguely registers very loud whiney moans coming from somewhere and only just has time to register that he’s the one making them before all thoughts abruptly stop when he feels himself being filled up with Valentino’s come, whimpering as the older man shoves his face into Bez’s neck and groans. The younger man brings his arms up and scratches his nails down the other’s back, panting heavily and continuing to let out little noises of overstimulation.
Bez turns his head to look at Marc as he comes down from his intense orgasm to find the man watching him with the same scary intensity as earlier, openly staring at his gaping mouth.
With a huff, Valentino sits up on his haunches, throwing a glance at Marc who responds with a knowing nod before getting up to disappear briefly into the bathroom. Valentino looks down and into Bez’s eyes, something in them Bez hopes he can call fondness.
“You good? That was pretty intense.” He says, a worried crease in his brow. Bez smiles at the obvious display of post-nut clarity and nods, not fully trusting his throat to speak without coming out croaky and embarrassing.
“It wasn’t actually your first time was it?” Valentino asks, causing Bez to panic a little. He doesn’t know if the older man is after honesty or for him to keep up the illusion. Valentino must see the apprehension in his face and is quick to reassure him. “It’s fine if you’re not, don’t worry. I won’t like… not pay you for it or anything.”
“No… it wasn’t my first time. Sorry for lying.” Bez rasps, feeling a little embarrassed at being seen through so easily.
“Ah, I could tell. You’re far too good at that. Though I must say, the whole fumbling virgin act was cute.” He delivers that with a wink and a kiss to Bez’s cheek, causing a light dusting of blush to spread across his face. It’s not long after that that Marc saunters back in with two wet cloths, chucking one at both of them, giggles erupting from all three.
Bez wipes himself down and starts collecting his clothes, getting fully dressed before turning to face the other two, both also fully dressed.
“Thank you.” He mutters, feeling inexplicably bashful for someone who still has a bit of cum inside him.
“Any time, bambino.” Valentino smirks, kissing him one last time before turning to face Marc. “And I’ll see you soon, gorgeous. Shame I didn’t get to fuck you today but this one was just too damn sexy for me to last.” He jokes.
Marc rolls his eyes fondly and puts his arm around Bez’s shoulders. “Can’t say I blame you. I was very jealous of you today, Rossi.”
“Well, you’ll just have to wait till next time then. I wouldn’t mind watching you two go at it.”
“See you next week, Vale.” Marc says, smirking.
And with that, they both exit. The second the door shuts behind them, Bez feels as if he can finally breathe. But at the same time, he misses the feeling of breathlessness.
“So, how was your first night on the job?” Marc enquires, arm still wrapped around him.
“Good. Very good.” He says wistfully. “Wait, wait. What about you? You didn’t even get to come.”
“Ah, we often don’t. Our pleasure isn’t important in this line of work. Not everybody is like Valentino.” He says it as a joke, but the grave undertones are not lost on Bez. He doesn’t reply.
“Welp… this is where we part.” Marc huffs as they reach the exit. “The agency will be in contact with some more work for you. You sure you’ll be fine on your own from now on?” Bez nods. “Good. See you next week.”
“I’ll be counting the days.” He murmurs, a small grin on his face.
He’s unsurprised to realise how true that really is.