It was nice having Ken in his arms. Oh, it was nice having Ken in his arms. Schuldig squeezed the little soccer player tighter to show him how much he appreciated his location. How he appreciated * both * of their locations.
And as nice as the warm armload of tan, athletic assassin felt right here, on this balcony, that wasn't what Schu had wanted originally. He was walking with purpose to a taxi, when the sloshed boy protested. Schu didn't like it when his actions were compromised. Schu didn't like to be disobeyed. Obviously, Ken didn't know that. Perhaps a lesson was due..
He smiled seductively. "You wanted to see the city, right Kenken?" he asked. Ken nodded.
"Please."
The seductive smile shifted into a wry grin. "Okay ."
Schu shifted Ken so he looked over the taller man's shoulders. As he set about thoroughly delving into each and every one of Ken's pants pockets, the soccer player felt that familiar pressure mounting, this time making an effort to keep it in check. He kept his sights on the volcanic fountain. The base was already glowing red again.
"That's the Mirage," Schu whispered, his fingers scraping the seams of Ken's pocket bottoms as he dug deep into denim. He hooked his thumbs into Ken's belt loops and scooped his hands into Ken's ass, bringing them into the all too familiar groin-to-groin position. He breathed warm breath to the area just under Ken's earlobe, behind his jawbone. Ken shivered at the immaculate precision Schu had, and from the sensations that erupted from his skill. Hmm, erupted. Erupting.
"The volcano blows its load every fifteen minutes," he continued, smooth as an airplane pilot. Ken shuddered at his choice of words and closed his eyes. He was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't going to be such a fun exercise after all... and Schu agreed with him. He enjoyed tormenting people, especially carnally. And Ken's drunken, whiny request for a tour had uncovered his mean streak. Well, he really wouldn't * hurt * the kid after all.not much anyway.
"Oh you can't see? Here, let me help you."
Schu abruptly slid his palms down Ken's ass and lifted, boosting the boy up onto his upraised knee as the redhead continued to massage the soft half domes of Ken's cute little tush. Ken's view didn't improve any, either, considering his eyes were still closed. In fact, they looked as if they couldn't be pried open by a crowbar.
Schu practically crowed in the power he held over this young man, the power he displayed in the mere pressure of a fingertip on a sensitive plane of flesh. The power his warm breath had in stirring the tiny hairs on the athlete's nape. He relished all of it, especially because Ken was responding so well. Schu wound the younger assassin tighter and tighter into his grasp, smirking as his plaything experienced his darker side.
Ken was definitely getting a bad vibe from this. Schu was teasing and manipulating him, and Ken was too drunk to do anything about it. Knowing that he had no control and that Schu was being an arrogant bastard did not make the experience any less pleasurable, however.
By the time Schu had finished explaining all the erotic detail of the flaming, lava-spewing fountain, Ken was panting and staring blearily into the night through heavily lidded eyes. Schu's eyes gleamed malevolently; fuck, he had only made it through * one * hotel on the Strip. At this rate.
He decided on a superficial tour that skimmed over not only the city, but enlightened Ken to the things Schu could do on his body. And left just enough hanging that he was never fulfilled or satisfied. It was horrible, wonderful, and intense. It was reading yaoi with only the dialogue visible, and all the luscious and colorful descriptions left out. Indeed, it was the perfectly cruel revenge. It was as follows:
"Luxor.."
"MMnnnnn-"
"Paris.."
"Uhngggg-"
"Aladdin..,"
"Ahhhhh-"
..You get the idea. Notice the blanks? Frustrating.
With every hotel he named, Schu did something new and exquisite to Ken's body. It was tantalizing, but in a way that made Ken want to get the hell off of the balcony and under some sheets. Oh, he was kicking himself for asking for this tour.
"Bellagio,"
"Ohhhhhhh-!"
The last outburst held a tone of distinct quality Schu recognized. Hnn. He hadn't even gotten to the MGM and Caesar's Palace. The taller assassin was disappointed, but not much. He was only playing after all. Besides, the boy wouldn't last much longer. Schu clucked his tongue. My, the lad was much too susceptible to his ministrations...exactly how Schu liked him.
The redhead ended it with a bang.literally.
Schu mimicked Ken's earlier actions heartlessly, with cold and definite control. His crotch nestled, slid and pounded into Ken's, alternately. Ken concentrated on not screaming and not cumming. Schu battered his restraint relentlessly. His sentences were interspersed with slamming pelvises. "And -we're-standing-right-here-at the-Venetian," he finished with a final thrust. He lapped at Ken's sweating, delirious form. "Do you want to see more of the city Ken?" he purred evilly. Ken shook his head.
"What was that?" Schu asked, faking innocence. "I'm sorry, did you want to stay and finish our tour, right here, right now?" His hand and hip prodded brazenly, aggressively, and Ken winced.
"No!" he cried, half groaning, half rasping.
"Oh," Schu said, pretending to pout. "Well then, you still owe me my * tip *." The way he said it brought Ken to the absolute brink of his control, and he thought he was already at the edge. He moaned in agony, and Schu swiftly stepped to his side and slung an arm around his shoulders.
"All right, in that case, you can pay me in the room. Let's go." He tugged, intending to guide Ken with him, but the soccer player didn't move. Annoyed, Schu looked back and realized he'd have to support Ken a bit more to get him walking, at least until he got his breath back. Schu pondered the best way to get into a hotel room.
