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The hotel Valentino wanted to meet at was a hell of a lot nicer than the ones Vox had been fucking hookers in. Unlike those encounters, which he’d booked himself using a chump employee’s credit card details, this time he’d been the one given a room number. He assumed the fancy hotel was meant as a show of power, a hypothesis that was confirmed when he realized that he was headed toward a suite. Even though this place was 40 minutes outside the city, he felt jumpier than he had since that first night. This was the type of hotel he might stay at himself, where he could envision running into an acquaintance.
As if he wasn’t already jumpy enough, the inside of the elevator was mirrored. Vox kept his head tilted down, a plain navy baseball cap obscuring his features from any cameras above, but it was almost impossible to keep from catching a glimpse of himself in his peripheral vision.
Vox hadn’t gotten to where he was today without being aware of the power of image. It was his brand, that smooth, pious perfection that gained him followers, far more than the actual words he was preaching. He’d skipped his trademark vest and suit for obvious reasons, opting for a simple (but ridiculously expensive) navy blue sweater and perfectly tailored beige slacks. A relatively understated (but even more ridiculously expensive) chrome watch. He wanted to appear powerful but casual, like he was effortlessly well-composed. He’d actually felt like he looked pretty cool, admiring his reflection and shooting himself a pair of finger guns in his mirror at home, but now he felt naked without his proverbial armor.
Kitty had texted a digital room key to one of his burner phones – that way, if Sarah tried to check his location she’d see that he was working late at the studio, just like he told her – so when he reached the right door, all he had to do was press the device against the lock and it whirred, flashing green at him as it opened. Fuck, technology was amazing.
He could hear the faint sound of music playing as he opened the door; it was no surprise that Valentino had arrived first, Vox couldn’t respect him if he hadn’t and given up the upper hand that easily after how carefully this evening had been arranged. Still, it made his stomach flip with unfamiliar nerves, knowing that the owner of that strangely seductive voice was waiting inside for him. He forced himself to step inside and shut the door firmly behind him – the only thing more nerve-wracking than the idea of meeting this pimp was the thought of anyone seeing him loitering in the hallway like, well, a nervous john.
When Vox was doing business, he liked an assertive approach. If you could knock a man onto the back foot early on, it was easy enough to keep him stumbling through the entire encounter. Always advancing, like a shark that has to keep moving forward to stay alive. He preferred to be standing when meeting someone for the first time, the first one to offer his trademark toothy smile and his hand for a shake. But Valentino wasn’t waiting by the door, ready to strike – instead, the room’s only other occupant was sitting directly at the center of an L-shaped sectional that dominated the suite’s living area. He was wearing white pants with an oversized butterfly-shaped belt buckle and a deep purple shirt that showed off so much chest that it might as well not have been buttoned at all. His head was slightly bowed, looking down at his phone, when Vox entered, and there was a long moment that had to be purposefully awkward, before the other man lifted his face and grinned, showing off the glint of a gold tooth in his smile.
“There you are, Mr. Vox. I was starting to worry you’d changed your mind about our little, mmmm, meeting.”
“There was traffic,” Vox said, just like he had practiced in his rearview mirror after being unavoidably delayed by a very important panic attack in a McDonald’s parking lot halfway here.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” Valentino was leaning back against the couch with his arms crooked over the back and legs folded like a woman, with his knees tucked delicately together. Vox wasn’t accustomed to assessing a man’s physical attractiveness, but he knew enough to know that Valentino had the kind of face that would set all the single girls (and most of the married women) atwitter if he showed up to service. Perish the thought. He was younger than Vox had expected, probably not much older than 30, with tan skin and dark curls slicked back from his face apart from a few wild stray locks that dangled over his forehead. His eyes were striking, pale blue and framed by thick, dark lashes, and his mouth was plush and appealing. These were what people called dick-sucking lips, and fuck, he was already thinking about Valentino sucking his dick. The last thing he needed was to go into this too horny to think clearly. To keep his head on straight, in a manner of speaking.
He had to at least make a volley, try to regain some power in this dynamic, and he made a show of checking his watch. It served the secondary bonus of forcing him to tear his eyes away from Valentino’s mouth. “Yeah, well, like you said. Time’s a-wasting. Are we doing this out here, or…?”
He’d hoped to set Valentino on the defensive, but instead, the motherfucker just smiled even wider than before, gaze turning heavy-lidded and sultry in an instant. “You’re that eager, jefe? Should have known you were just playing hard to get with all the back and forth trying to arrange things tonight…after that call, I knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until you got a taste.”
Vox had told himself that it was the allure of a sensual voice on the phone that had driven him to react the way he did last time. A smooth tone, an appealing accent – it hardly mattered if it was a man or woman speaking on the other end, did it? In all likelihood, as soon as he actually saw the man himself, heard the words coming directly from his mouth, it would lose all appeal for him. He would be able to write these confusing past few weeks off as a freak incident and go back to his perfunctory fucking of whores and the occasional administrative assistant.
Instead, it felt like his entire spine was turning to jelly. Even his knees felt wobbly, like some kind of cartoon character. He managed to hold himself in place, folding his arms across his chest in his best impression of a man not in the middle of erotic crisis. “I don’t see the point in waiting. Not when we both know what’s happening here.”
Valentino took a hit from a slender red metallic e-cigarette of some kind that he produced seemingly from thin air and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of vapor. It smelled artificially sweet, like cherry-flavored candy. He unfolded his legs and stood, and…wow, he was tall. Vox cut a perfectly respectable figure, but even he had to look up at Valentino at full height. He was also broader than Vox had realized at first glance; other than the slightly mincing way he held himself, there really wasn’t much feminine about him.
“Whatever you say, papi. The customer is always right, sí?” The shapes his mouth made when he popped the Ps had Vox regretting the choice of light-colored pants. There was no way they were doing anything to camouflage his erection. Valentino was looming over him, and Vox had never felt physically small like this before. For a second, he thought that the other man was going to lean down and kiss him, like he was the romantic hero and Vox was, what? A leading lady? Some shy ingenue soaking her panties, waiting for true love to pop her cherry?
Instead, Valentino smirked and took a half-step back, gesturing toward the bedroom door. “After you, Reverend.”
Vox’s first instinct was to resist the direction, make another stab at turning the tables, but he caught himself in time. He was the customer, so in reality, he would always be the one with the power. He had to keep himself from letting Valentino push too many buttons and trick him into revealing more than he planned.
So he strode with confidence into the bedroom. When he actually saw the king sized bed, covers already turned down and inviting, he reached instinctively to adjust his tie and found nothing there but his own bare skin and the lush softness of his sweater. In a second, Valentino was behind him, close enough that Vox could feel his belt buckle on his lower back. Two big hands curled possessively around Vox’s hips, and Vox’s entire body jumped – so much for projecting a calm exterior, fuck.
Valentino chuckled, just like he had on the phone, except this time Vox could physically feel the vibrations. “Don’t be nervous. You’re in good hands, I promise.”
“Hey now, just wait a–” Before Vox could finish, Valentino neatly used his hands on his hips, to step around Vox, walking further into the bedroom. There was a swagger to the way he walked that spoke to an innate confidence that Vox craved.
He turned neatly on his heels, facing Vox again, and trailed his fingers down the exposed center of his chest, down to toy with the buttons. When their eyes met, he smirked, and nodded towards the bed. “Take your pants off and get comfy, papi. I’ll take care of the rest.”
In retrospect, Vox would recognize this moment as the point of no return for everything that came after. It didn’t feel momentous at the time, stepping out of his loafers so he could strip out of his slacks and sweater. He hesitated for a moment before leaving his white undershirt and navy blue boxer shorts on; he sat on the bed, and realized once he swung his legs up that he’d forgotten to take off his dark socks. It felt like it would be more awkward to try to remove them now, so he forced himself to settle back, crossing his ankles casually like this was all part of his plan.
With an artful flick of his wrist, Valentino opened one button and then the next, his shirt falling open one one side to reveal a dark nipple with a gold barbell through it. He ran his hand lazily down his front, parting his shirt and forcing Vox’s eyes to follow over the firm muscles of his abs down to that oversized gold buckle…and the obvious bulge beneath it. There clearly wasn’t much room in those low-cut pants, and the sharp outlines of Valentino’s hipbones felt like two flashing arrows pointing down.
Valentino had big hands, thick fingers with neatly trimmed and buffed nails. Vox had only felt them on him for a second, but he knew they were strong. He watched, rapt, as Valentino unbuckled his belt and thumbed the button on his pants open. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and Vox felt like his entire head filled with static as he watched the other man pull out his cock.
He was big, that much was coming through the deafening white noise buzz in Vox’s brain, not unlike the guys in porn Vox occasionally indulged in. He’d liked it then, watching a fat cock sinking into a wet cunt, seeing the stupid faces the girls made as it pushed inside, but it was very different seeing it right here in the room where there were no sluts or bitches to fuck, he was the only one here and fuck he couldn’t do this, he–
“Look at that,” Valentino purred, bringing Vox out of his panicked spiral. He stroked his cock lazily, tugging back the foreskin to reveal the slick head, flushed dark with need. “Look how hard I am, baby, just thinking about how good you’re going to fuck me.”
…right. The strangeness of the situation was making it hard for him to find his bearings, but he had to remember that Valentino was here for his pleasure. There was no reason to be intimidated or…distracted by the pimp’s admittedly impressive physique. Vox took a deep breath in through his nose, forcing himself to smirk as he exhaled.
“If you’re so eager, why are you keeping me waiting?”
Valentino grinned wide, showing off that gold tooth again. “Mm, I’m not just a pump and dump kind of bitch. It’s all about the experience, amor.” He gave his cock a few more lazy strokes before winking at Vox. “But if you want proof that I’m eager…”
He pushed his pants down and kicked them aside with a grace that Vox definitely envied, then turned away. His ass was plump and perky like any swimsuit model, and when he bent forward, arching his back, Vox could see the wink of something sparkling between his cheeks.
There was suddenly a lot of saliva in his mouth, and Vox had to swallow hard partway through asking, “You’ve had that in this whole time?”
Valentino hummed an agreement, twisting a little to look over his shoulder at Vox with those icy eyes. “I had a feeling you’d be impatient to get a taste.” He reached back to cup one of his cheeks and jiggle the supple flesh. “You do still want it, don’t you?”
“Yes.” A little bit of a growl snuck into Vox’s voice, some of the energy he brought to his most fiery sermons, though this was so far from holy.
With a last shimmy, Valentino turned back to him and crawled onto the bed between Vox’s legs. Vox was regretting leaving his underwear on, but Valentino just stretched out on his belly on the mattress and, never breaking eye contact, bent to exhale hot, damp air over the bulge of Vox’s erection through the fabric. Vox groaned and shuddered – even this barely-there contact seemed intense in this moment, and Valentino seemed to take that as permission to carry on. He closed his mouth over Vox’s cock through his boxers, laving his tongue over the shape of him until the fabric was wet and clinging to him and Vox was squirming, aching to be touched for real.
He felt so needy, and that made his stomach twist with anxious acid. He reached down into Valentino’s curly hair and yanked. “You’re still teasing. You know what I’m here for, bitch.”
Valentino pulled away from his cock and shifted, getting up on his hands and knees to climb further up the bed and on top of Vox. If he’d thought Valentino seemed surprisingly large standing next to him, it was even more intense with the other man looming over him on all fours. There was steel in those sultry eyes, and Vox was suddenly painfully aware that the power of his position and his money only existed as long as they were both in agreement on their validity. The much more visceral reality was that Valentino was bigger than him, stronger than him, and almost certainly more accustomed to physical confrontation. That knowledge was equally frightening and arousing, which was new and terrible.
But Valentino just smirked and plucked at the neckline of his undershirt. “You’re the one who keeps slowing things down, papi. Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?”
He sat back on his haunches, leaving room for Vox to hastily tug his undershirt up and off then awkwardly shove his boxers past the basically non-existent curve of his ass. He hadn’t felt anything approaching shyness stripping down with any woman he’d screwed recently; he kept it pretty tight for a guy his age, the cameras add 10 pounds after all, but compared to the porn-worthy abs and juicy ass in front of him? Maybe he was a little self-conscious.
To his surprise, Valentino purred, running both hands down the front of his chest, one continuing seamlessly down to wrap around his dick, giving it a squeeze. “That’s what I want to see. Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
His whole life, Vox had considered himself eminently rational. He’d never been one to have his head turned by pretty words or pretty girls, a fact he always credited to his highly logical mind. But faced with what was obviously a practiced act from this beautiful man, he was suddenly feeling fuzzy and overwhelmed, head filled with smoke. Valentino’s touch lit him up in a way that he’d never felt before, and he bit his lower lip to hold back an embarrassing sound when Valentino teased his thumb over the head of his cock. Not that it mattered - no sound he could have made would have been any more obvious than the spurt of precome that dribbled out of him at the touch. Humiliating.
Vox promptly forgot about being humiliated when Valentino lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb, nice and slow. A moment later, Valentino had produced a condom from somewhere, rolling it down onto Vox’s cock with practiced ease and giving him a squeeze once it was on.
Before he could say anything, Valentino was rearranging his long limbs, flipping around so he was facing away from Vox, and giving him a hell of a good view of the arch of his back, that perfect ass, and the plug nestled inside.
“I know what you wanna see, daddy.” Valentino reached back to grasp the heart-shaped gem at the base of the plug, groaning as he teased himself, working it in deeper for a moment before he pulled it out with soft, wet sound. Vox didn’t get a good look at the plug itself before Valentino tossed it aside – he was pretty distracted by the two fingers Valentino immediately inserted into himself like nothing. “Ah, fuck, look at that nice, wet hole, so hungry. So empty without you, baby. Tell me, you ever fuck that pretty blonde wife of yours up the ass?”
“...I. What?” Vox felt a bit like he’d been hypnotized, staring at the motion of Valentino fingering himself.
“I didn’t think so,” Valentino said, unmistakably smug, and then he was grabbing Vox’s cock again, lining up and sinking down on it. It all happened so fast, Vox had barely parsed the question before it was entirely obliterated with the rest of his mind. Valentino was tight, velvety and blood-hot around him, and Vox couldn’t remember the last time that sex felt this good. Hell, he wasn’t confident sex had ever been this good before.
He rested his hands on Valentino’s thighs, feeling his taut muscles flex as he moved, so he could stare at the stunning image laid out before him. He’d fucked a few women from behind, but none of them had looked like this, the narrow taper of his waist widening out to broad shoulders.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Vox said. His gaze dragged from Valentino’s shoulders down his spine, all the way down to the plump, perky globes of his ass. He hated to ruin such a pristine view, but he couldn’t resist reaching one hand up to spread Valentino’s cheeks apart to get a better view of his cock splitting him open. It was obscene, how Valentino’s body was clutching around him after taking him inside so easily. “How do you feel so good?”
“Yeah, talk dirty to me, baby.” Valentino’s hips circled, and his voice was still so smooth, like he was totally in control while Vox was losing his mind. “My cunt’s just as sweet as any pussy, and I know what a man likes. How to make it so good you think your balls are going to explode from how bad you’re dying to bust. You’re gonna come hard for me, aren’t you? Show me why you’re the big fucking boss and fill this greedy hole.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Vox knew he ought to be disgusted by the nonstop filth falling from Valentino’s lips. Everything he was saying was degenerate at best if not downright blasphemous; he could imagine the pearls being clutched if anyone in the congregation bore witness to the torrent of unholy homosexual obscenity.
…but it got him so fucking hot. His own experience with dirty talk had never gone beyond the standard “yeah you like that” and “I love you too,” neither of which seemed appropriate here. He could feel his mouth watering like a horny cartoon wolf, ready to drool as he watched Valentino bouncing expertly on his lap. There was a sheen of sweat starting to gather on his skin, and somehow even that looked sexy as fuck. Vox wished he could lean in and lick a single drop of sweat as it rolled down Valentino’s spine, but he was, actually, worried that his balls might just explode if he moved at all. He had never been desperate like this in bed before. All he could do was try to keep breathing and hold on tight for what promised to be the ride of his life.
It was a rare moment indeed when Reverend Vox found himself stymied on what to say. While many people were terrified of public speaking, Vox had always found the presence of a crowd exhilarating. Words had always flowed from him easily when standing in front of an audience – his flock would say it was the Lord speaking through him, though Vox wasn’t the kind of idiot who bought into his own bullshit. He was a salesman through and through, and the opiate of the masses wasn’t a drug he cared to partake of himself.
This, he was beginning to understand, was just as potent of a narcotic, and one that he had no resistance against.
Valentino’s body clenched down harder around him as his arm began to move – jerking himself off, Vox realized, and suddenly he wasn’t at a loss for words anymore.
“Turn around.” He squeezed Valentino’s thigh and ass, groping hard and insistent.
Valentino groaned, and it was the first sound he’d made all night that sounded raw and real. Vox bit the inside of his lip to keep control over himself. “You sure, papi? I know you like the chicas. You’re not gonna go all soft on me when you see a dick?”
Vox snorted and let his blunt fingernails dig into the meat of Valentino’s thigh. “I didn’t before, did I?” A tremble seemed to go through Valentino’s whole body, and Vox felt a tiny spark of power again. He’d been feeling a step behind all night, but here was an opportunity to regain his footing. Valentino thought he knew exactly how this night was going to go, beat by beat. But Vox didn’t have to follow his lead. “I know you have a fucking dick, and if I’m going to pay someone to come on my cock, then I damn well want to see it.”
Valentino shifted, body twisting so he could look back over his shoulder and meet Vox’s gaze, almost like he needed to see it to believe it. Vox stared back at him, tilting his chin up, and a slow, hungry grin spread across Valentino’s face. “Oh, you want your money’s worth, hmm? I’ve got a fucking show for you, Reverend, if you don’t mind un poquito de cock.”
It felt like the whole night had been one straight out of porn moment after another – somehow, Valentino managed to spin around in Vox’s lap while lifting his hips just enough to move without ever letting Vox’s cock slip out of him. Suddenly, the other man was facing him, one hand wrapped around his own cock, holding it up and out of the way while the other braced low on Vox’s belly. Far from being a bonerkill, the sight of Valentino’s thick cock hard and dripping with precome made a pulse of arousal zap straight to Vox’s own dick. The sex had to be pretty damn good for him to be turned on like that.
“Guess you really don’t mind, baby.” Valentino laughed, and Vox couldn’t help but think how gorgeous he looked like this, his hair curling a little bit tighter and chest glistening with sweat. His nipples seemed perkier and plumper than before, standing out from his chest and glinting with gold jewelry. Vox didn’t think about it, really, just reached forward to press his thumb against one.
Valentino groaned and started to ride in earnest again, practically doubling the speed from before. As much as he’d appreciated the back view, there was really no comparison to seeing the faces Valentino made as he bounced on Vox’s dick, that pretty mouth hanging open as he panted for breath. His eyes were heavily lidded with pleasure, but even still his gaze was intense. There was a hunger to it that Vox felt an immediate kinship to, deep in his chest.
At several points in his life, especially in his younger years, Vox had found himself fixated on an ambitious, charismatic man…and yes, attractive too, they always seemed to be attractive and Vox had always told himself that was just a coincidence. A simple statistical correlation between social approval and conventionally attractive features. He would become aware of a man, perhaps some small potatoes local preacher who was starting to get a little too much viral buzz or a member of his own congregation who seemed especially popular, and Vox would obsess over the potential danger he posed. It was just caution that had him stalking social media feeds from spam accounts on burner phones for hours, until he found something useful, an ace he could keep up his sleeve just in case this guy ever rose to the level of an actual threat.
He’d never looked at another powerful or could-be powerful man before with anything but animosity…or so he’d thought. He had never associated that kind of intense, overwhelming emotion with attraction, but it wasn’t that far removed from how he felt right now, staring back up into Valentino’s eyes. That look told him that the other man was just as voracious as he was, and after decades preaching for thousands, Vox felt seen for the first time.
“Augh, fuck.” His orgasm felt like it punched him in the gut, almost painful as he came like a shot, buried deep in Valentino’s ass.
Valentino moaned and clenched down around him like he was milking Vox’s cock for everything he had. He looked down at Vox with an exaggerated pout. “Ahh, Papi, I wasn’t ready. I had more tricks to show you…”
Suddenly he’s shifting forward, looming over Vox again with a hand planted over his shoulder, sulk transformed into a wicked grin. “I guess you’ll just have to book a follow-up.” And then Vox was being kissed, harder and more thoroughly than he had ever been kissed before.
Valentino’s tongue was deep inside his mouth, and god he could feel that monster of a cock rubbing against his belly as Valentino jerked himself with fast, desperate strokes until he was coming between them. He was big enough that some of it hit Vox’s chest, which was very much in the category of things he should be disgusted by but was decidedly not. There was a moment when they were kissing still, one hot breath together, and then Valentino was pulling up and away.
Vox groaned first at the overstimulation as Valentino reached down and took a firm hold of the base of Vox’s softening cock and then the loss as he lifted himself up and off. He propped himself up on one elbow while he watched Valentino remove and dispose of the condom and vanish briefly into the hotel bathroom. Apparently too closely, because when the other man reappeared in the doorway holding a washcloth, he posed playfully like a pinup girl. He really was ridiculously beautiful. “See something you like?”
Vox had trained himself out of any tell as obvious as a blush years ago…so why was his face starting to feel hot? “No? I mean, sure. Fuck, I wish I had a cigarette.” He hadn’t smoked since college, really, before the importance of his squeaky clean image became paramount over any of his personal vices. A few furtive smokes over the decades, but he hadn’t craved one like this in years.
Valentino sashayed back over to the bed, his soft but still impressive cock swinging as he moved. Not that Vox was watching. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and wiped Vox’s chest clean with the washcloth – it was even warm. Truly, Valentino was a luxury experience.
“You know, baby…there were actually a few things I wanted to talk to you about. Investments you might be interested in making in my little operation.” Valentino kept massaging Vox’s chest, the nubbly texture of the towel just stiff enough to make his nipples harden. When he raised his other hand, he once again had that shiny red vape pen dangling from his fingers – this time Vox had watched him the whole time and he’d been entirely naked, so he had no idea where it had come from. “How about you take a hit and we keep this party going?”
Vox stared at it for just a second. After everything else that had happened tonight, this hardly even felt like it would tip the scales. What was the point in backing off now, when his foot was already slammed on the gas? And who knows...if this Valentino was half as clever out of the bedroom as he was in it, maybe there would be some business they could do together. “Yeah, what the hell. Let's do this.”
He went to reach for the pen, but Valentino used his hand on Vox’s chest to push him back down against the pillows instead. “Here, baby, you just lay back and relax. I got you.”
He watched Valentino take a deep drag, then lean slowly over him, filling his field of vision as he got closer and closer. Vox watched until his eyes crossed and opened his mouth to breathe him in.