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A fire lit up in my throat, spreading to my chest, and wrapping around my ribs tightly. My body heaved as I coughed. I set the bong down on the coffee table and reached for my cup, half full of some mixed drink, the name slipping my mind.
“Jesus Christ that kicked me,” I spoke through coughs. “I’m about to get fucked, aren’t I?” I laughed, setting my cup down on the table. A head of blonde hair caught my eye from the corner of the room. My eyes trailed down his body, noticing a rather familiar costume adorning his slim figure. He wore a skimpy bodysuit and bunny ears.
“Hey, Blondie!” I called out. Golden eyes locked onto me. “Nice costume. Very original,” I laughed, gesturing to my own bodysuit. He smirked, moving toward the couch I was seated on. He sat down next to me, his arm resting on the back of the couch.
“D’ya lose a bet or something?” I asked, feeling a haze of sorts wash over my limbs.
“I did, actually. If I had a say in my costume I would’ve gone as pyramid head,” he clicked his tongue and leaned forward to grab the bong.
“Somehow I think that would’ve ended up being even more slutty.” I mumbled as I opened my phone. “Would you be down to take a picture, since we’re matching and all,” I asked, holding up my phone. He nodded as he blew a large puff of smoke from his lips. “Rumi,” I called out, grabbing my friend's attention. I tossed her my phone and gestured to the blonde as I stood up. The man followed me to a spot in front of scattered decorations. I stood at his side, leaning into him and arching my back. I stayed still, chest pressed against him as I waited to hear a soft click.
“Got it,” Rumi said, handing my phone back to me. I scrolled through the pictures, smiling as I found the perfect shot.
“Hey, send that to me.” He said, speaking close to my ear.
“Here.” I handed him my phone. His thumbs quickly worked away, typing in his number. He handed the phone back to me. I looked over the screen at the text he’d entered. The contact name read “Keigo” with an emoticon heart.
“And sent. Thanks, Keigo.” I smiled, waving at him as I walked back into the main house.
My skin was slick with sweat. My body warmed from the alcohol running through my blood. I swayed, my arms swirling around my body as I danced to the music booming through the room. The low bass lines drove my hips in circles, my feet stepped from side to side to keep my body balanced. The breathy vocals came in, the harsh guitar dimming as the verse commenced. I threw my head back, eyes closed as I basked in the sensation of vertigo that the weed had summoned. My fingers tingled slightly. A buzz from my hand drew my attention away from the music. The bright screen made my eyes squint, my face scrunched as I read the notification on my Lock Screen.
“Wardrobe malfunction. Figured you could help. I’m in the upstairs bathroom.” Then my eyes flicked to the sender. It was Keigo. I felt my cheeks heat up, even more than they already were. Tucking my phone away into the top of my bodysuit, I stepped away from the swarm of swaying bodies and approached the staircase. Knowing this house too well, I quickly turned down the hallway and approached the bathroom at the end of the corridor. The door was shut, light shining through the crack at the bottom of the door. I knocked on the door. The doorknob twisted. Aureate eyes peered out at me from behind the door. Keigo signed, opening the door to let me in. He pushed the door closed as I stepped inside. The pounding music grew muffled from behind the door.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do.” His cheeks were a bright shade of crimson.
“You’re fine. What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning back against the sink. My eyes were drawn to his hands, placed over his crotch. “Shit.”
“I said I was sorry!” He blurted out, “Look, I can’t walk around like this.”
“Hang on, I know Rumi has some shit in here,” I crouched down in front of the sink and pulled the cupboard open. I was met with a mess of cosmetics and hair products. “Can you like…tuck or something?” I asked, trying to not look behind me. The squeak of spandex filled my ears as he fiddled with the bodysuit.
“God this is uncomfortable,” he whined. Digging through the mess of products, I found a pack of double-sided fashion tape.
“Got it!” I exclaimed, turning around to face Keigo. His hands were stuffed inside his bodysuit, adjusting his cock. A fluttering feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach as I watched him quickly remove his hands. I squeezed my thighs together as I broke open the packaging for the tape.
“Hey, I can get it from here. It’s okay,” he spoke, reaching out to grab the tape from my hands. I pulled my hands back, staring up at him through my lashes.
“I…uh,” I started, wetness pooling between my legs. “Can I…”
“Oh yeah, thank you. You really don’t have to-”
“No, I mean…can I suck you off?” I cut him off, dropping the tape.
“Oh uh…” He stood still, eyes flicking madly. His hands stretched over his head fingers fiddling with the zipper to his body suit. I gently hit his elbow as my other hand pushed the thin fabric covering his cock to the side. The head of his cock was flushed a dusty rose. A thin thread of precum drooped from the tip. I leaned in, running my tongue over the bottom of his shaft. I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock and brought my lips around the circumference. I took more of his cock into my mouth, tongue flattening against the bottom of his shaft.
“Oh shit-“ he grunted, hands grasping at my hair. I lowered myself further onto his length. The familiar tight, strained feeling arose in my throat as short stubble began to prick the tip of my nose. I pulled back and started a steady rhythm, moving back and forth. His golden eyes stared down at me as I worked. Plump lips parted with soft breathy noises escaping them. Every shudder that crossed his sticky skin sent a pulse to my core. I slipped my fingers into my bodysuit and dragged my fingers up my core. Once my fingers were slicked up, I began circling them around my clit.
“Fuck, you like this?” He moaned, “Lemme fuck your throat then, huh? Keep rubbing your clit if you want me to fuck your face,” his eyes were glued between my legs. My fingers kept circling around my clit, easing the knotted pressure that had been building in my stomach all night. His hands grabbed onto both sides of my head, nails digging into the skin behind my ears. His hips began pushing the head of his cock further into my mouth, thrusting in and out at a rough pace. Warmth flooded down my cheeks as thick, black tears began to run down my face, smearing my eyeliner and mascara. I circled my fingers faster around my clit. I choked out a moan around his cock. His thighs began to tremble, one hand grasping my jaw and holding my mouth open as he pushed even deeper into my throat. My hands pushed at his thighs as I began to gag around his length. He pulled back, groaning as he looked at my face. Strands of saliva hung from my chin. My previously pristine red lipstick now amounted to faint crimson smears over my cheeks. He stepped forward again. I opened my mouth, looking up at him through my damp eyelashes.
“Fuck, no, no it’s your turn,” he spoke as he grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. His hands slid down to my waist, spinning me around so I faced the sink. My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of my disheveled face in the mirror. He gripped my thigh, pulling my leg so it straddled the corner of the sink. I pushed into my heel with the other one. His eyes met mine in the mirror, pupils flicking to the bunny ears pinned to the top of my head.
“You do look cute as a bunny,” he smirked, grabbing onto one of my fabric ears. “But I want to know,” His fingers swiftly parted my lips and dipped inside my mouth. “Do you wanna get bred like a bunny?” He asked, fingertips pushing down on the back of my tongue. Drool began to run down my lips. I meekly nodded, sighing with relief when he withdrew his fingers. His other hand forced the fabric covering my core to the side. Wet fingers went straight to my core, swiping up and down my cunt before brushing against my clit. My hips jerked at the sudden stimulation.
“Keigo!” I whimpered as he quickly began to circle his fingers around my clit. My toes curled, teeth clenched as I attempted to bite back moans. His palm smacked my cunt, drawing a startled moan from my lungs. Then just as suddenly, his fingers were back to drawing tight circles over my clit. My lips parted, eyes straining against my tendons as the pleasure began to pool in my stomach. A myriad of noises streamed from my saliva-coated lips. Pants and moans, incoherent babbles, and long, drawn-out whimpers. My heated cheek pressed against the sink. My fingers spread out, grasping at anything they could grab. A flood of static engulfed my body. Starting in my stomach, and slowly washing over every inch of my sweaty skin. My knee gave out, body tilted as I began to slide off the countertop, however, a firm grasp on my hip stopped me from sliding. My unfocused eyes looked in the mirror, watching as his eyes flicked over my fucked out body.
“You think you can do one more?” He asked, fingers soothing over my tense muscles. I nodded silently, not bothering to lift my head from the sink. His hands quickly went to work, turning my body over so my lower back rested on the sink. He held on firmly to the backs of my thighs, gaze dropping as he lined his cock up with me. He slowly pushed forward, a soft moan slipping from his lips as he pushed more of his length inside me. My vision went blurry, eyes going unfocused as pleasure washed over me. My breath hitched as the tip of his cock tapped lightly on my cervix. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as his cock sunk in and out of me. He started off slowly, letting me adjust to his size. His eyes scrunched shut, lips parted as his breath grew labored.
“I’m not gonna last long,” he huffed, eyes meeting mine.
“Please just fuck me,” I whimpered. His hips stagnated. Suddenly, he gripped onto the front of my bodysuit and began roughly pulling it down. The seams began to pop as he forced the spandex down my chest. A waft of cold air sparked chills over my exposed skin. My nipples began to perk up, drawing his attention. He leaned forward, lips roughly locking onto one of my nipples. My body jolted against the countertop as his hips drew forward. His fast, rough thrusts sent my body careening toward bliss. My toes curled, my voice growing untamed as I unashamedly let my voice out. My fingers gripped his blonde locks, squeezing tightly as his teeth sunk down into my skin. His tongue soothed over the bite marks before moving to my other nipple.
“Keigo, harder!” I cried out. He pulled back from my marred skin, sparking a new fervor into his thrusts. His hips snapped roughly against mine. The sound of wet slapping echoed around the cramped room.
“Oh f-uck,” he moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I gripped hard onto the countertop. My ankles began to flex, tendons being pulled tight as a freezing wave of haze flooded my senses. My breath hitched, catching in my throat. My face contorted, jaw going slack in a silent scream.
As my consciousness slowly reassembled itself, the feeling of clinging, sweaty heat stuck out in my mind. My eyes focused on the cluster of towels curled beside my body. The feeling of rough shag wiping at my spent cunt drew my focus. I watched as Keigo pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
“I ruined your costume, I’m so sorry.” He frowned as his fingers toyed with the tattered fabric. I looked down at the strips of torn spandex that adorned my bare chest.
“Make it up to me?” I asked, sitting up. I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed, lips moving back against mine. “Take me home.”