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You’d come to the bar for a quick beer after work, but when you sat, you noticed way more women around than usual.
“Hey Sunny,” you asked your favorite bartender as he brought you your usual draft. “What’s with all the ladies?”
Sun smirked as he smoothly poured out the next round of cran vodkas to go out to a sea of spaghetti straps and rhinestoned jeans. “You should stay for the show,” Sun waggled his brow, “find out for yourself. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
You rose an eyebrow but sipped your beer patiently. You’d planned on going home early but if Sun said you should stay, you’d stay. You scanned the room for Moon, but all the card tables were closed for the night. Strange…
You’d shown up just in time. When the lights dimmed for whatever the night’s entertainment would be, the bar was packed with people. But you could see the stout illuminated platform in the corner of the room perfectly from your seat at the bar.
“Welcome to Ladies Night,” a familiar smooth voice played over the speakers. “For tonight's entertainment, by popular demand, please put your hands together…” the crowd gave a shrill roar as Moon walked onto the small stage, regular vest laying open and button-up untucked, casual. “For me~”
Moon gave the crowd a cocky smirk before he met your eyes where you sat at the bar. You were torn between uncontrollable laughter and raging arousal at the uncharacteristic display, frozen with your drink mercifully shielding half your face as your jaw hung open.
Moon could see your wide eyes. For a moment he paused but then smirked wider, moving rhythmically to the music that now blasted. His large hand fluttered on the edges of his dark blue vest, before gripping it to move the fabric in time to the pulsing beat. All the while keeping eye contact with you.
Sun leaned close and whispered in your ear, over the din, “enjoy the show, Starlight, consider it a preview.”
You were no longer torn, heat rising. You shifted in your barstool and Sun gave a low chuckle before withdrawing to tend to the next wave of drink orders, leaving you to watch Moon’s performance.
He moved so smoothly, as confident as he was when dealing a hand of cards, and just as captivating. Moon had a fantastic sense of how to move the different portions of his body, his narrow waist, long lithe legs… the curve of his well-contoured ass. You moaned internally as Moon turned away from the crowd, breaking eye contact with you to give a better view as the vest fell from his shoulders, arms out slightly behind him, framing the attention-grabbing feature before letting the article fall to the floor.
At an opportune moment of the song ( take it slow) Moon grasped his upper thighs with a soft smack, slowly but firmly trailing his fingers up as his hips continued to sway in time (take it easy on me).
He turned back after a moment of teasing and grinding, eyes capturing yours immediately as he halted the coordinated spin. But still commanding the attention of the adoring crowd in between you. Moon had such stage presence, moving with purpose and ease in the small space afforded him on the intimate stage.
Nimble fingers unbuttoned the off-white shirt, starting from the bottom and revealing more of Moon’s mid-drift with each flick of the wrist, still making each movement in perfect sync with the sparse yet lulling beat.
Soon the shirt joined its mate on the floor. The crowd was in a frenzy as Moon’s hands pressed down his bare chest to his belt, pulling the black leather down and away from his pelvis as much as possible. His poised, amused expression made the maneuver impossible to look away from. You found your eyes desperately flitting from Moon’s face back down to where the belt strained with what little give it had, just over the area you knew and had worshiped so well in the past. You gulped, sweating as you wondered what Moon wore under the dark fabric of those well-pressed pants. Felt a thrill of jealousy that he might not be wearing anything at all, exposing himself to a room full of strangers. And of course, you and Sun at the bar.
You wretched your eyes away for just a moment to catch a glimpse of Sun leaning against the bar nearby, the orders having paused due to the hypnotic display. Despite the size of the mob, everyone stood silent, completely entranced by Moon. Sun's eyes snapped from side to side as if he couldn’t decide which was more appealing, watching Moon or watching you watch Moon. His posture was relaxed but his hands grasped the stainless steel below him with enough force to leave a slight dent. He caught your quick examination and shared a wink before you both turned your attention back to Moon’s dance.
He seemed to have been waiting for you to do so, throwing Sun a smug look before returning his gaze to you as he unbuckled his belt. With one fluid movement, he pulled the strap through the belt loops with a satisfying snap that made you clench your legs together. Then Moon moved his attention to the clasp of his pants, taking a teasingly slow turn as he finally released the tension of the waistband, angling the front of his body away as he pushed the fabric down past his hipbones. As he inched the clothing down, Moon certainly seemed to be without underwear. Your jaw clenched as a rush of warmth sent fluttering tightness to your core.
Moon let his pants drop to the ground before smoothly stepping to the side, sliding across the floor in just his hat, shoes and socks, held in place by black, silky garters that cinched on his upper calf. He gave a cheeky look over his shoulder before giving another spin to face the crowd and the responding noise from the audience became louder than the music for a moment.
Your eyes hungrily looked to the newly exposed area at Moon’s waist only to feel your jaw drop yet again. Instead of the familiar, writhing muscle you had expected, a perfect miniature replica of Moon’s nightcap, cradling and concealing the appendage, rested between the slopes of Moon’s waist.
The reveal drew another frenzy of emotion from the onlookers and Moon basked in the reaction to his campy trick, continuing to pulse and shift his body. You felt your mouth water as memories of what lay under that hat flashed through your mind. As much as you enjoyed the display. Oh god, how you’d enjoyed the display. You started to anticipate what you’d do when his dance ended.
You still greedily devoured every roll of Moon’s hips until the music faded and he smoothly collected his discarded clothes, using the momentary bend as a bow to the audience before exiting the stage through a red curtain behind him on the wall. You knew the door behind simply lead to a supply closet, the stage wasn’t a usual installation in the small bar area.
The roar didn’t fade until well after Moon’s disappearance but Sun’s business immediately picked up, soon he barely had time to whisk your now empty glass away before leaning into your ear.
“Maybe you should check on our dear Moon,” he had to speak louder than made you comfortable in the racket. “We weren’t expecting you tonight and I suspect he may be a little… sensitive, right now.” Sun practically purred, sending shivers down your spine and a smile on your face.
“Well then, I’ll just have to make sure he knows how much I liked the show,” you gave Sun a heated look, eyes dark as you pushed the bill to pay for your beer toward him with one hand, the other reaching out to briefly stroke one of his rays. You leaned in close, forcing a stage whisper, “I’ll give you your tip later…”
Sun straightened as you pulled away and hopped off the bar stool, shaking his head in an effort to clear it as the empty space you left behind quickly filled with more patrons.
No one noticed you as you made your way toward the curtain across the room. The secret you’d found to moving through spaces like this, just act like you had a purpose, in a hurry about it too, and no one questioned you. You practically skipped onto the stage, taking long strides and concealing yourself behind the curtain and through the door before anyone could follow you with their eyes. Except for Sunny, who watched you walk away as best he could from the bar imagining what you’d do together once his shift ended, so many hours from now...
The excited inhale and exhale of your breath filled the dark closet, loud even over the muffled sounds of the people just outside.
You opened your mouth to make some snarky, flirtatious glib about enjoying the show, but before you could, Moon’s body moved through the darkness and pressed into you, lips pushing against yours as his tongue snaked into your receptive mouth. Both of you let out a low groan at the contact and you contorted yourself to feel as much of Moon’s exposed skin as you could, arms moving up to his faceplate as he continued to fill your mouth with his tongue. You felt a trail of saliva already forming at the corner of your mouth due to the clumsy, forceful actions.
Moon’s hands moved under the hem of your short black dress, grabbing your waist to press it more flush against his own. You nearly giggled when you felt the hard pompom of the replica cap press against you but the reaction turned into a gasp as Moon’s bulge continued to push the sensation, grinding hard into the mound of your pelvis. You could feel the writhing and twitching tentacle, only the small pompom, a thin layer of fabric, and the lace of your own skimpy panties separating the mass from your already dripping cunt. The flexible maneuverability of Moon’s appendage allowed him to shift the hat slightly, making sure the extra hardness of the pompom pushed against your clit. He knew your body so well he didn’t even need to feel you directly to find it with ease.
You panted and bucked your hips at the sensation, but craved so much more. You whimpered into Moon's mouth and he understood, chuckling for a moment before withdrawing from your sloppy kiss, saliva trailing between you as he bent his knees, keeping eye contact with you before ducking underneath the fabric of your dress.
You pressed a palm into your mouth to stop from crying out too loud, using your other arm to brace yourself on the wall behind you. Moon pushed your panties aside as he fully settled under you, lifting a leg to rest your thigh on his shoulder. You felt one long, lingering swipe along your slit and strained to push your hips down into the inviting slick sensation but Moon used one hand to grasp your behind, kneading you and holding you in place. Your hands shot down pulling your dress up and you stuffed the fabric into your own mouth so you could grip the edge of Moon’s faceplate with both hands. Moon looked up at you with an appreciative smirk, eyes taking in your now mostly exposed body. You weren’t wearing a bra today and your nipples stood painfully hard in the chill of the storeroom closet.
You gave him a look of desperation as your hips failed to shift yet again. After seeing that dance, you needed him badly, walls clenching around nothing. You felt half-out-of-your-mind with want.
Moon saw the desire in your hooded eyes and didn’t make you wait any longer before filling you with his tongue. You were glad to bite into the bunched fabric of your dress as your body shuddered.
Moon used his free hand to run slow, firm circles over your slick clit as he pushed in and out of you, gaining speed as he felt you tighten around him, curling inside of you as he dragged along your inner ridges. Your first orgasm built more quickly than you expected and soon your hands fluttered over the cap on Moon’s head, trying to warn him before your climax overtook you, making each muscle of your body contract and relax in twitching, throbbing waves.
Moon rocked your hips against his faceplate as you came, prolonging the experience as his tongue continued to writhe inside you. Your body finally cycled back to a more relaxed rolling of pleasured reactions and Moon took one final, long taste of you before repositioning himself to your height, taking the fabric from your mouth and kissing you so you could taste the sweet, salty slick.
You groaned as you swallowed as much of the taste as you could, the intoxicating flavor of the two of you combined, of the pleasure he’d just given you. Moon’s arm warped around you before expertly unzipping your dress, brushing the thin straps off your shoulders and letting the now rumpled cloth fall to the floor.
Without breaking your kiss, he pick you up off the floor, straightening as much as he could in the cramped space. You wrapped your legs around his torso and could feel his smile in response.
“You really liked the show that much?” He teased, his voicebox uninhibited by your locked mouths. But you could hear an almost imperceptible undercurrent of nervousness.
You couldn’t bear to stop kissing Moon so you simply nodded as you continued to press against his frame, rotating your hips as much as you could as you clung to his frame.
“hMMhmm” words didn’t seem necessary to convey how much you appreciated Moon’s performance. A shaking, sigh-like sound buzzed from Moon’s chest and he shifted your weight onto one arm, the other taking the small hat from where it still concealed his tentacle. You heard a soft chuckle as he pulled back from your mouth, his own curving into a mischievous smirk before he placed the tiny hat atop your head.
You tried to look indignant but couldn’t suppress the shudder of satisfaction you felt at the look Moon gave you. You essentially wore both a miniature of his most iconic accessory and his jockstrap. Marking you in such a degrading and specific way as undeniably and unmistakably his.
The surprisingly sexy gesture broke Moon’s self-control. With one firm motion, he pulled your hips down onto his squirming member. You scrambled to keep your arms around his torso as you felt yourself stretch around him, felt him pushing and pulsing into before he even moved his own hips. His arms shuddered for a moment as he entered, before continuing to drag you toward him, filling you almost painfully as he bottomed out.
Moon held you there for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the overwhelming sensation before pulling his hips back slowly, you bit your lip and moaned at the dragging sensation, your walls still tight around the writhing tentacle. The sound snapped Moon’s hips forward, roughly filling you before smoothly pumping again, settling into an unforgiving pace. You tried to move your own hips in time with Moon’s movements but couldn’t hope to match his well-aimed thrusts.
You gave up your efforts and instead focused on maintaining your grip on Moon’s body, allowing him to use you, to fuck into you as hard and as deep as he liked. At the shift in attitude Moon’s movements became more frenzied, knocking the miniature hat from its place on your head. Moon noticed and decided to mark you as his in a different way, biting into your shoulder hard enough to break the skin and sucking on the wound. You clutched at his shoulders to maintain your balance. It was too much. You both felt your orgasms quickly approach.
Moon reached a hand between you, torso hunched as he maintained his mouth's attention on your shoulder. He reached between your drenched folds and roughly stroked the bundle of nerves there, forcing your second orgasm in such a short amount of time.
Your strangled moan and the shuddering tightness of your walls around him brought Moon to his own jerking, moaning completion. He pumped deep into you, seed warming and increasing the full feeling until you overflowed, Moon’s cum dripping around his twitching, thrusting tentacle and down the already slick skin of your ass.
Moon held you flush against his hips, a panting noise escaping his voice box as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder, coming down from the high of his orgasm. You nuzzled his hat as you relished the sweet fullness but sighed gratefully as Moon gingerly pulled you off him. He settled cross-legged on the floor and arranged you in his lap so he could wrap his arms around you as your body went limp from satisfaction. You hummed happily, catching a glimpse of the tiny hat out of the corner of your eye.
Moon allowed you to lean back in his arms, stretching out to grab the soft piece of cloth. You put it back on your head and gave a goofy grin before planting a slightly sloppy kiss on Moon’s warm cheek. You giggled in the afterglow and murmured into Moon’s sensor.
“Now that’s what I call an encore…”
He snorted, gently pulling you back, looking at you with reverence before another mischievous look settled onto his features. He kissed you roughly and you felt renewed hardness in the lap below you.
“I’ll show
you
an encore.”