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Teacher's pet
Vale/Bez, 7.8k words
Bez has a weird energy to him tonight, it’s - how to say- magnetic.
Attractive.
He would never call Bez attractive normally, not because he wasn’t a good looking guy, but he just had never seen him under that light.
He couldn’t, that is his disciple, a kid he practically raised since he was 15 or 16 and would’ve never looked at as he was doing now.
He feels wrong right now, while observing the lights in the club dance around and on Bez’s body, twirling around him and running on his skin creating a game of colors and shapes.
But it’s not like it’s only his fault, it could also be due to the one too many drinks he downed after his academy managed to get two wins and a generally good outcome in the race today.
Plus, Bez tends to be extremely stupid while betting, and the other academy boys are assholes, they know he would bet anything just for the fun of it.
So that’s how the curly boy ended up dressed in a skirt, fishnets and a glittery top in the middle of the Cocoricò.
And it’s way more normal to look at him when he’s like this right? because well- he kinda looks like a girl no? If one ignores the messy beard, and the broad figure and the general obviousness that he’s not in fact a girl.
Vale is trying to convince himself he’s staring at Bez just because of how he’s dressed, because of how the light morbidly moves on his face, on his lips.
Lips tinted of a bright red, that move to the rhythm of whatever song they’re passing right now.
That’s why he’s staring, it’s because he’s got a skirt and lipstick on, yeah there’s no other reason for it.
The red fishnets and the glittery top too, they are what is drawing his attention to Bez for sure.
Yeah it’s them.
It’s them.
It’s definitely not the movements Bez is doing on the dance floor. It’s not his hair moving in the night, it’s not his hips swaying left and right in a hypnotic dance. It’s not his abs on full display underneath that top and it’s definitely not the way his ass looks moving at the rhythm of the music.
Vale feels sick.
Sick for even thinking about him this way.
Because right now there’s no drink able to wash away the guilt he’s got weighing on his shoulder, or the mental image of bez on his knees looking up at him with his dick in his mouth.
It’s so fucking wrong.
He should be thinking about other people. There’s a girl looking like a fucking model who’s been staring at him for an hour now. He should be going after her, or the guy looking like he just fell from heaven on the other side of the club, not Bez.
Bez on the other hand is dancing like no one else is around him, he only thinks about being carefree and having fun tonight.
He can feel a heavy presence near him, a gaze lingering on him for the past hour now.
And at first he thinks it’s some guy wanting to spend the night with him, which would be what he needs right now, but he can’t find someone matching the intensity of the gaze he feels on him.
Not until he turns around and locks eyes with Vale.
Deep blue lust watching him, looking at him with a hunger he’s not seen for a long time in someone looking at him, he feels like a fucking prey.
And he would lie if he told himself he wouldn’t like for Vale to hunt him down until he has no breath left, pressed against a random concrete wall in the club, music loud and ringing in his ears as he feels Vale’s teeth on his flesh.
It’s almost a sinful thought, and Bez would kill it immediately if it was the first time he ever thought of Vale fucking him like an animal, but it wasn’t.
He started having those thoughts two years ago, when he stepped up in MotoGP and Vale wanted him in his team. He'd labeled them as forbidden and dangerous. Waking up one night after his first podium, hard as a rock as he just dreamt about Vale praising him for his result and his hand resting on his hip burning a mark there.
He thought about his hands on him more than once since then, way more than once, and everytime those hands got more and more intimate, switching from a light touch on his back to a strong grip around his throat to a harsh tug to his hair as he's being fucked relentlessly.
He dreamt about having his lips crushing against Vale’s in a hungry and messy kiss, tongues dancing like he was doing right now, chaotically and shamelessly.
He feels naked under Vale’s gaze, like each one of his thoughts is now bare in front of the older man and he can’t do anything except wish he isn’t repulsed by them.
But with the way Vale’s eyes are fixated on the fishnets adorning his legs and on his skirt he thinks he’s getting the wrong impression.
He has a hunch he may have a chance with Vale, at least for a night, at least to have Vale lust after him for this while.
The moment seems locked away from the rest of the night, all in slow motion except for Bez’s heart racing faster than his bike, Vale’s thoughts running at the same pace, there’s a moment when they’re both in a bubble, no one else able to break in and none of the two able to break out.
Bez doesn’t breathe, he just holds the gaze with Vale, and Vale does the same. He doesn’t look away, he can’t.
Mig abruptly comes to the rescue, unconsciously, and wakes Bez from the trance he fell into, making Vale look away with shame while Bez’s brain’s working on a plan to have Vale act on that stare they shared.
“Bez Bez Bez come, look, Cele is dancing on a table, come on”
Bez is dragged away, his mind not abandoning the intention of having Vale by the night.
Vale breaks away from the wall he was leaning against, drink now empty in his hand, just the ice slowly melting.
He goes to the bar, asking for another one, stronger, and even if the barista looks annoyed while doing it the drink comes out really stronger than before.
He almost chugs it down in one move, but tries to keep a minimal composure, even if he doesn’t think that in this mess anyone’s gonna notice him getting wasted.
Bez is at whatever table Cele is supposedly dancing on, so at least for now he doesn't have to see him.
Wrong.
As he steps closer to the side of the dancefloor he sees both Cele and Bez on top of a table, drinks in hand, with the academy boys and some other random guys yelling and hyping them up,causing the two to dance even more animatedly than before, the song not helping at all. Bez is completely absorbed by it and the lights he doesn't notice Vale staring at him with his mouth open and a pretty obvious bulge in his pants, and keeps on doing whatever move the song requires him to do.
One of the random guys crowded around the table fake-throws Bez some money and Bez smiles at him.
Vale is still staring, unable to look away, millions of thoughts in his head. The main one being “wrong wrong wrong wrong”.
He feels Bez’s eyes on him before seeing them.
They’re piercing in a way they shouldn’t be. There’s too much request in that gaze, too much need, too much lust.
It’s not even wrong on Bez’s side, Vale thinks, he’s idolized him since early childhood, sometimes one can confuse worship and admiration with attraction.
But what he’s feeling right now.
This is.
Thinking about how he’d look coming apart under him, red cheeks matching the red from his lips, messy curls bouncing up and down as he rides him.
He’s fucking hard in the middle of a club, lusting after someone he very clearly can’t have, shoudln’t even think about having in that sense, yet he’s caught wanting him like he wanted few people in his life.
He tries really hard to mark it as a momentary need, something he’s feeling now due to alcohol and adrenaline, not a feeling that’s been hiding in the shadows and only has the strength to come out now.
He has to leave the scene right this moment, he has to otherwise he’ll do something he will regret.
He makes it out of the little crowd just in time to see Bez climbing down the table to smash his lips on a guy’s face. He feels his blood boil but ignores it.
He can’t he can’t he can’t.
Vale downs the rest of his drink and turns around, looking for the nearest exit and hoping it’s close.
Lucky enough it is. He goes for it and walks back to the car.
He drives home quickly, thinking of anything but Bez.
He breathes in and out, slowly, mechanically, in out, in out. In out.
He’s calming down, the loud music now far away.
He parks the car, goes inside his home.
As he sits on the couch, he tries to breathe the heat away.
Then he hears the door open. Fuck he forgot the boys have the keys to his house, “for emergencies” he said when handing them a pair each.
Bez comes through the door with confidence, as if he owns the place.
Vale is staring for the millionth time tonight, he knows Bez saw, he also knows he has to be stronger than he is right now.
“Hii Vale” Bez smiles at him, and one may say it’s cute, but the desire in his eyes makes it look everything but cute.
“Enjoyed the club?”
“Yeah it’s not bad, I still don’t get most of the music but it’s alright.”
“Mh yeah some songs are terrible, but others are really good!”
“Yeah, some are good.”
He’s sweating Jesus Christ, because Bez is now sitting next to him on the couch and he is not distancing himself as he should.
“I liked some in particular, I was dancing to them with Cele on the table, did you see?”
He fucking knows he did, why is he asking?
He doesn’t want to answer.
No that’s a lie.
He can’t. Even if he wants to, he can’t because if he does he would overstep yet another line.
“Kinda”
Ok, safe zone, this is not bad, he can still back up from this.
If he really wanted to, he knows he would’ve already walked away to his room leaving Bez here alone.
Instead he’s still in the same position as before, but by now Bez is less than twenty centimeters from him.
“I think it was a bit more than kinda, no? You stayed there for three consecutive songs”
Fuck.
“Tell me if I’m going crazy here, but were you watching me because you want me?”
Vale inhales deeply again, tries to do in-out again, but Bez is just too close and he’s just too fucking stupid and doesn’t move away.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for Marco, you shouldn’t be here with me.”
“Yeah, maybe not. But I am anyway.”
“I’m not the person for this Marco, you should find someone else.”
“But I don’t want someone else.”
And this is the exact moment in which Vale should walk away, say no to Bez, distance himself.
“Marco you don’t want this”
“But I do. I’ve been wanting this for a while now. I promise I’m good, I’m not a virgin kid asking for his first time to be with his idol. I know what I want”
“it’s wrong”
“no it’s not. I am an adult Vale”
“You’re 25. You are in my academy for fuck’s sake, I - no it’s just - it can’t happen.”
He wishes he was strong, wishes for Marco’s words to not do what they’re doing to him, for Marco’s figure to not feel so hot.
“You don’t actually mean any of this. You want me. Let yourself take me”
And by now there’s absolutely no space between the two, Bez is practically on his lap, Vale’s hands itching with the need to pull at his hair and have him under his full control.
“Let me suck your dick please”
Vale stays still for a moment. It reminds him of Marc, all those years ago, equally as young, maybe younger, fuck he doesn’t remember, begging for him like Bez is doing now.
It’s different but it feels the same.
Marc had managed to get into his sheets that night, and it went good for a while, then gone to complete shit.
With Bez…it could be different.
But that’s still his student right there, asking to fucking suck his dick like it’s a normal thing to do.
“Fuck”
Bez’s eyes shine, a smile cracking on his face already.
“Yes - fuck - yes do it”
It could be embarrassing for him if it wasn’t so fucking hot.
If the eagerness with which Bez shifts to the ground and unzips his pants didn’t feel like pure lust running him over.
Bez tugs down Vale’s boxers and pants in one move, his dick hard against his abs now. As he wraps his lips around the tip, already shiny with precum, Vale lets out a groan, gripping at the couch as Bez takes in more of his cock.
He takes it almost completely before gagging a bit and pulling back, covering the part he can’t reach with one of his hands, and it feels heavenly.
“Marco”
Vale is looking down at him, a hint of tears in the corner of Bez’s eyes, his lips stretched around his dick, that fucking lipstick half smudged on his tip.
Too much. It’s too much eye contact, if he keeps on looking this will all be too fucking real.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes, and feels Bez guide his hand to his hair, soft curls around his fingers.
And Vale tightens the grip, Bez moans at the move, vibrations engulfing all of Vale’s dick, making him buck his hips forward and choking Bez on his dick.
“Sorry”
The younger boy lets go of Vale’s dick, looking up at him even if he can’t see his eyes, licking up a stripe from the base to the head, having Vale curse repeatedly, lustful moans coming from him and hinting at Bez to do it again, more, take it deeper.
And he does, taking almost all of it in his mouth, barely an inch left bare, and Bez bobs his head with a quick pace, Vale’s hand still in his hair, tugging at them from time to time to urge him to go faster.
Vale is close, both can feel it, and it’s just something that turns Bez on more, knowing he’s the one doing this to him, that he’s the one getting him to question his morals.
It’s toxic maybe, but addictive too, he needs more of Valentino now.
Vale tugs at his hair again, this time to have him stop, tilting his head back, and Bez is on the verge of dying.
He wants Vale to cum on his face, make a sort of claim on him, wants to belong to Vale.
He opens his mouth and takes out his tongue, awaiting, and Vale has thousands of thought crossing his mind, but they’re all shut down when he strokes his dick once, twice and has his release painting the boy’s face, the most of it on his lips and tongue, god that tongue, some on his cheeks, which Bez quickly cleans with his fingers and then licks clean.
“Fuck you’re good at it”
Bez feels like he could catch on fire, Vale praising him like that, when he’s still on his knees is something he will jerk off to for a long time.
“Yeah been told that”
“Go to my room. Wait there for me”
Vale’s brain begins to work heavily.
What does he mean he’s been told he’s good at giving head.
Has he- he’s done this enough times to be confident about it.
Who were the men before him?
Pecco? The other guys from the academy? Mig did look interested in Marco as he was putting on the lipstick earlier that night, and Cele had danced with him, the others surely weren’t unaffected by him as well.
Oh God.
MARC?
It could be, why would bez suddenly be polite and call him an example when until a few months prior he insulted him?
No no he has to let go of these ideas, he can’t let himself wonder like this, can’t let the ugly feeling he already feels gnawing at his stomach grow bigger.
He gets up from the couch, putting back on his briefs quickly making his way to the bedroom.
He has to tell Bez to leave, to not think about this again, that he just simply can’t fuck him because he’s his student and -
and all his morals fucking fly out the window when he steps in the room and catches Marco on his knees on his bed, admiring himself in that damn mirror he put in front of it.
Playing with the hem of his skirt, adjusting positions and trying to clean the extra lipstick from his lips, failing miserably at it and only ending up smudging it further.
Bez notices and smirks at him, he still needs, he still wants, and Vale can feel that.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?”
Vale’s eyes are caught by the very obvious bulge under his skirt, it’s all so wrong, so so wrong and so so fucking hot and arousing.
“Take your top off”
Bez bites his lip, the man’s voice is like a siren’s to him, whatever he asks for he will give him.
No questions, just pure devotion.
And if up until one minute earlier Vale had found that dangerous he now finds it just empowering, being able to have such an impact on Bez tonight, to pull his strings and have him like a pretty doll.
Bez removes the glitter top, tossing it somewhere around the room, cheeks red and breath becoming heavier.
All of Vale’s attention is now drawn to Bez’s piercing, standing proud on his nipple, just above the tattoo he got.
He goes to sit on the bed, and for a second or two he doesn’t say anything, just watches Bez being completely stripped of any kind of power, and it gets him hard.
Then he moves towards him, laying him down on the mattress, attacking his piercing with his teeth, it tastes like iron and lust.
“Fuck - Vale not there I - God I’m too sensitive there please”
“where? here?”
And Vale fucking sucks on his nipple, Bez has to cover his mouth to quiet down a moan because he’s scared the entirety of Tavullia could hear him in that moment.
Vale goes to grab his wrist, moving it from Bez’s mouth, a show of strenght that has Bez feel a pool of heat in his stomach, he wants to be fucking wrecked.
“No no don’t cover your mouth it’s not very nice to me eh? I am doing this and you try to stay quiet? If you want to be quiet i can just leave the room and leave you here”
“No! I won't anymore no please”
Vale smiles, a wicked and demeaning smile, just like a cat before killing the mouse.
He doesn’t continue the conversation, just lowers his mouth on Bez’s extremely sensitive nipple again, making the younger moan deliciously as he gets hard again.
He teases for a good five minutes, Bez so close he could come if Vale simply pressed his hand on his dick, lost in the haze of having Valentino Rossi bringing him to orgasm in his bed.
Then Vale bites on it, metal clinking on teeth, and Bez fucking loses the small war he started with himself to try and resist to this.
He’s coming hard, soaking his underwear and some even staining the pretty white skirt that started it all, back arching and hands gripping the sheets as if he could fly away by letting go.
“Vale please more”
He’s not even off the high yet it’s pathetic. But he desires Vale’s body on top of his, manhandling him around the bed and making him come how many times he sees fit, the older holding him down by his wrists, unable to move, wants to feel Vale fucking into him until he only remembers his name and the shape of his dick.
“Eager are we?”
Those piercing blue eyes feel like daggers in Bez’s chest, he feels watched, like Vale is studying him to decide what to do with him.
Vale’s hands move to squeeze Bez’s thighs, the thin fabric of the fishnets feels electric at the touch, he keeps on moving his hands up and down, Bez fighting for his life as he watches Vale hook a finger under one of the strings of the fishnets and making it snap against his thigh.
“Wonder how strong these are”
He’s still for a moment, then looks back at an absolutely adoring Bez, who’s just waiting for his words to do anything.
“On your hands and knees. Now”
Fuck it’s hot.
Vale bossing him around, telling him everything he has to do, it makes his head spin and his dick come back to life.
He never wants this to end.
“Quick, or you can stay here whining all night long and I won’t do any of the things I planned for you”
And Bez has never been quicker to do something in his entire life, he’s ready how Vale asked him to be in two split seconds, back slightly arched too, he doesn’t take off the skirt, he wasn’t asked to do it.
He feels Vale’s hands on his ass, then the skirt gets flipped up and he then a groan coming from him, followed by a soft spoken curse.
“Fuck Marco you want to kill me? I bet these are even cheaper than the fishnets and will break just as easily”
As these Vale is clearly hinting at the red panties he’s got on, it wasn’t like he could have worn a pair of boxers underneath the skirt and with the fishnets no?
“Do the others know about this Marco? Mh? That you wore these with your little outfit? They’re even matching fucking hell”
Bez is moaning just from the attention Vale is giving him, and even more when Vale slaps one of his cheeks lightly, making it jiggle.
“No they - fuck - they don’t know I didn’t tell them”
“Were reserving the little surprise for whoever would’ve fucked you? dirty”
Bez moans again, this time because he can feel Vale move behind him and is more than ready to finally take him.
He hears the tearing of the cheap fishnet fabric, a wave of heat and excitement drowning him.
Then it’s the panties turn, Vale breaks them as they are not even there, exposing his hole, already wet and inviting.
And he’s expecting to feel those long slim fingers Vale has and which he’s fantasized about for a long time working him open, but the sound he lets out when he instead feels Vale’s mouth against his hole and his tongue pushing in is something that will haunt Vale’s memory for the rest of his life.
“God I - fuuuck”
Bez is already shivering, panting hard as Vale is spreading his cheeks wider to get more work done, reducing Bez to a moaning mess in a bunch of minutes.
Vale is humming as he eats him out, vibration causing Bez to get even more aroused, his dick hard once again and already leaking, the sheets will be a mess tomorrow morning.
Vale breaks away for a moment, just to see how actually worked up he’s got Bez by just using his tongue.
“Wonder what the others would say if they found you like this.
Begging for me like a whore”
Bez moans, again, he can’t help it, Vale’s voice is just too much.
“Would you let them watch Marco? As I fuck you so good you’d be drooling on my bed?”
Bez can’t even moan anymore, mind too fucked out to do that.
He just goes to look for some friction, something, anything giving him a bit of pleasure.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have them watch as you take it, God if I knew you were this pathetic I would’ve just picked any whore at that club and brought her home”
He tries to touch himself, he just needs it, because Vale is teasing too much and he’s too weak for it, for what he says. For how he says it.
“Tsk tsk Marco what are you doing?
I stop giving you attention for one minute and you’re already trying to get off on your own?
That’s not very good of you now is it?”
“ ‘m sorry I just - please fuck me”
Vale smiles, Bez can feel it even if he isn’t looking, he hasn’t looked back once since he got told to be on his hands and knees.
The man’s hand roam once again on his ass, a hum of satisfaction as he sees how affected Bez is.
“You’re so desperate for it you’d let them fuck you after watching you be good for me yes?”
This time Bez can’t help but whine, because fuck yes he would.
If - if Vale asked he would.
He can picture himself getting fucked dumb by Valenfirst, then the others, four, five sets of hands on him, making him beg for it.
And Vale would be a liar if he didn’t admit to thinking of the same scenario, Bez whimpering and moaning under his hands, the others made to wait, and watch, then once he’s had his fun let free to go, Bez eager as he’s being right now.
Fuck what a view it would be.
“Now, are you going to be good and let me finish or are you going to touch yourself with no permission and have nothing in return?”
Bez is blushing hard right now, he feels lightheaded and Vale has not even fucked him yet.
“Tesoro if you don’t speak I don’t know what to do with you”
“Good. Gonna be good for you”
“Bravo Marco”
Vale smirks again, then licks his lips in anticipation.
Eating Marco out is something for sure, it’s crazy how sensitive he is.
He spanks him another few times just for fun, Bez letting out whimpers that sound heavenly to Vale.
He’s quick to go back to his work after that, tongue pushing in with higher pace, humming even more to get more reactions out of the boy.
After a few minutes he takes pity of him tho, his tongue alone is definitively not gonna be enough to stretch him before fucking him.
Vale breaks away despise Marcos protests, putting two fingers in front of his mouth tho makes him shut up and suck on them, the same eagerness from when he was sucking his cock.
As soon as he pushes one finger in he feels how actually hot and inviting he is, his mind running 300km/h imagining how he must feel around his dick.
“Vale yes please more”
He’s so cute when he begs Vale almost feels bad for wanting to ruin him.
But when he whimpers because he starts to thrust with his finger his only desire gets back to wanting to absolutely wreck him.
He adds another finger, Bez moaning louder and arching his back again.
Bez is looking in the mirror, he can see how desperate he looks for Vale right now, face red and mouth open, his curls framing his face and his arms shaking.
He can also see Vale’s face, his expression as he’s working him open, and to say he only sees lust is an understatement.
There’s a layer of possessiveness to it, and it gets Bez fucking aroused.
“Ah fuck”
He got distracted looking at Vales face he didn’t register he was about to add a third finger, and fuck it feels good.
“Been long since someone took proper care of you yes? You’re so tight jesus”
And Bez can’t lie, cause it really has been long, almost four months since he last got fucked.
And he couldn’t have asked for a better man than Vale as his new.
Vale increases his pace, Bez is on the verge of coming once again.
If he let himself go right now he probably could,
he feels like a toy Vale can play with and it’s the hottest thing he could think of.
“You’re so sensitive everywhere you know? I bet you can come untouched a few more times”
“More please”
“Mh more what Marco? Speak up”
“More you please”
Vale is having his huge chunk of fun right now, Bez is just coming apart under him and he hasn’t even fucked him.
“Tell me exactly what you want Marco, you told me you would be good for me no?”
Bez wants to cry, because he’s not sure he can ask for those things by the way his words don’t come out his mouth.
And it’s pathetic really because Vale hasn’t even fucked him, but oh God the thought alone it’s so hot.
“Fuck me - fuck me until I cry please I need it”
“Mh now see? That’s being a good boy, and I’ll make sure to do exactly what you begged me to do”
Even if Vale’s words are still and controlled his thoughts are anything but that.
Just thinking about having Bez cry of pleasure under him it’s practically a sin, and with those little whimpers he keeps on making?
Jesus Vale will have to restrain himself from coming as soon as he slides inside him.
He removes his fingers, spreading Bez’s cheeks again just to look a bit longer at how he already looks spent.
“Beautiful”
Bez moans at it, and tries to look back to see Vale thrust into him but there’s a hand in his hair that pushes his head down on the mattress.
“I want you head down ass up while I fuck you pretty boy got it?”
“Yeah”
“Good boy”
Vale pushes inside, never yet letting go of Bez’s hair, still pushing him on the mattress.
“Fuck should’ve stretched you more fuck you’re ah”
Bez thinks the exact opposite, he likes this sensation, the side of pain he loves while fucking.
Vale pushes all the way in and let’s go of his hold on Bez’s hair, noticing proudly how the boy doesn’t move from his position, just whines slightly at the sensation of Vale inside him.
The man is currently looking at where his dick disappears inside Marco, he truly has a beautiful ass.
He places his hands on both his cheeks, part are still covered by the fishnets and it gets Vale delirious.
He squeezes at them and Marco whines again, he’s leaking precum on all the sheets under him.
“Please move”
Vale gets back to reality and pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in with force.
“Fuck! God fuck yeah it’s good”
Vale doesn’t comment but he’s not doing better than Bez, his little moans and the heat get to him, he’s sliding in and out at a fast pace, holding Bez’s ass in his hands and watching how it jiggles every time he thrusts back in.
“You feel so good around me Marco, could fuck you for hours”
And spiritually he could but holy fuck physically he’s stepping closer to his orgasm at every thrusts.
Bez is drooling on the bed, Vale is big, not the biggest he had for sure but fuck he’s good at it.
He can feel him grunting above him and feels again like a prey, and it’s fucking hot.
He looks in the mirror for as much as he can from his position and sees how Vale’s hair are sticky against his forehead, eyes fixated on his hole and the veins on his arms really visible.
Vale’s always been hot he can’t lie, he was his sexual awakening and the first man he jerked off to, but having him here, like this, fucking him like an animal and getting pleasure out of it it’s far even from his dreams.
When he called him good boy he could’ve combusted, but tried to keep composure.
He throws the composure out the window as Vale slaps his left cheek once, the weight of his hands imprinted on his body, and jerks forwards looking for friction.
“Trying to get off because I spanked you? Fuck Marco didn’t know you were so dirty”
When Bez keeps moaning at Vale’s thrusts the man spanks him again, on the other cheek, drawing a longer and louder moan.
“you like that a lot eh?”
Bez is so close to coming he can’t answer.
All of a sudden Vale stops his thrusts, and Bez whines, he wants to cum so bad.
He feels a hand in his hair again, pulling him up this time, and making him face the mirror.
“Look how desperate you are, you’ve drenched all my sheets”
And he does look desperate.
Red cheeks to match his fishnets, hair all ruffled and sticky to the sides of his face, eyes unfocused and drool still on the corner of his mouth.
He’s steadying himself with his arms for how much he can, but they’re shaking like his legs now.
Vale closes the distance between them two, humming against the back of Bez’s neck and going to bite lightly at the lobe where hes got the same earring as him.
“Come for me Marco”
And Bez is weak for this.
He lets out a high pitched moan he didn’t know he could make and comes on the spot, cum staining the sheets even more, Vale still hard inside him with his hand in his hair, forcing Bez to watch as he comes apart under him.
“You follow orders like a damn puppy you’re amazing”
Vale lets go as Bez whimpers at the paragon, his hands giving out and he’s once again face against the mattress and ass pressed against Vale’s hips.
The older resumes his thrusts and Bez is embarrassingly getting hard again at the feeling.
A mantra of fuck fuck fuck comes from his lips as Vale is trying with all himself not to turn Bez around and kiss him until they can’t breathe anymore.
Bez just keeps on moaning out Vale’s name, getting fully hard again as Vale fucks him in the mattress, grunts increasing at every thrust, the poor boy under him now unable to form words beside Vale’s name on loop, close once again to coming.
If Vale listened to his untamed will he’d just come like this, buried deep inside Bez,filling him up and marking him all over with bites and hickeys.
He just keeps on railing him instead, deep thrusts aimed at Bez’s prostate, resulting in him being an absolute mess of pleasure and arousal.
Bez who feels like he’s in heaven right now, he’s sure there’s gonna be marks on his ass from how hard Vale is gripping it, and he loves that idea.
Feeling like he’s owned by Vale, like he’s marked, claimed.
He would beg for Vale to come inside him, if he was sure for the answer to be yes, but go now he’s more than happy with the idea of being fucked like this by the older man.
Bez can barely last a few thrusts more before coming again, staining his abs and the sheets once again, and he sounds desperate for it while he does.
Vale is so fucking close as well, Bez can feel it in the way his movements are less regular, in thé way his moans change.
He tries to speak, that little voice he still has coming out broken and interrupted by moans timed with Vale’s erratic thrusts.
“Vale please come all over me I need - on my chest fuck”
And Vale completely looses his mind, and reason, and control and everything he has because the idea of doing that, claiming Marco like that.
It’s so addictive.
“Fuck”
There’s not much more he can say before pulling out and turning Bez so he’s laying on his back, legs spread and - God.
He’s a vision.
Red lipstick all smudged, dried tears on his cheeks, cheeks so red they are matching the color of those damn panties and fishnets he ripped before fucking him stupid, eyes so unfocused and fucked out they can’t even manage to properly make out Vale’s frame.
“Fuck fuck fuck”
He strokes himself rapidly, hungry, and comes hard, all over Bez’s chest and abs, their comes mixing over him in a sinful outrage of filth and desire.
Vale is very close to actually listening to his dick instead of his brain and licking Bez’s abs and chest clean from both their release, then kiss the boy, making him taste both of them in a rush of lust.
He realizes he’s been staring and moves away rapidly, before falling into temptation and actually doing what he’s thinking of.
Bez is still panting hard, slowly collecting himself again, reaching for pieces of his brain he left on all the sheets drenched with his come.
He’s on cloud nine, this was most probably the best sex of his life, the way Vale knows exactly what to do, when to do it, what to say.
God half the things Vale said came steight out of a porno cause that shit was just too out of this world to e otherwise.
He feels Vale getting up from the bed, the room seems filled with tension, not the one from before, a different kind of it.
He slowly props himself up on his elbows, his ass is sore, not just for the roughness of Vale’s thrusts, but also the hard grip the man held on his cheeks the whole time.
He’s sticky, and smells of sex in a way that could get him hard again in a few minutes.
A warm washcloth lands on his chest, and when he turns towards the direction Vale went to, his private bathroom he realises, he only sees the man’s back as he puts his boxers back on, not bothering to even look in his direction.
“That was -”
“A mistake. This uh this was a mistake. Clean yourself up and just - go”
“Vale what do you mean”
“This shouldn’t have happened, I - this was wrong”
“But”
“No buts Bez, I shouldn’t have told you yes, you were a stupid horny mistake, and I’m not gonna make it last”
Bez feels numbness taking over his brain, a feeling of not belonging slowly making its way in his body.
“This” Vale turns around for the first time after they finished, gesturing vaguely at the sheets and Bez himself.
“all this never happened, you got it? It never happened and it will never happen again”
Bez is on the verge of a breakdown, but Vale doesn’t seem to notice, and just keeps on talking.
“If you talk about this to anyone I’m ruined you get it? When you’re done cleaning yourself up just dress back up and go home”
Vale sits up once again, leaving the bedroom in a half rush, Bez is alone.
Alone in the huge bed they just shared, alone and surrounded by the white sheets who saw him give his body and mind to someone he thought was right, to someone with which he thought he could’ve actually built something.
Bez is certainly not new to the concept of one night stands or internalised homophobia of his hook ups but Vale?
Vale is very open with the academy about the fact he fuck both guys and girls whenever the occasion arises, so this is not the second case.
And it would’ve been fine if it was just a one night stand, more than he could’ve wished for, but the way in which Vale had treated it, like it was something to be ashamed of, made his brain flood with thoughts he didn’t want to have.
“You were a stupid horny mistake”
He was a mistake. A stupid one even. A horny one.
Vale had called him a mistake.
Mistake.
The word rolls around his mind like a crazy ball, bouncing around hitting his temples and echoing repeatedly.
It’s not like he’s never been used for his body before, he had that guy, the one who only called on saturdays, which just used him to fuck, and it was very clear.
It had hurt Bez, to be seen as a thing from which to get pleasure rather than a person.
He thought that guy was the last one to see him as that.
But clearly he was wrong.
He had given himself to Vale with such love and admiration he couldn’t have expected to receive disgust and resentment in return.
He’s crying now, still sticky with cum and dressed like that.
He wants to carve a hole in the ground and get swallowed by it, needs to get out without being seen by anyone.
He cleans himself up, trying to kill the tears who’ve already made their way out his eyes.
It’s difficult, he feels guilty and just wants to be held by someone and sleep.
But the someone he would want to be held by just told him to go away and that he was a mistake.
So he puts back on his top, and looks in the mirror.
He looks ridiculous he thinks, he’s got ripped fishnets and panties under a short skirt which won’t do anything to cover him and a stupid glittery top.
His attempt at a lipstick is smeared on the left side of his mouth, red and almost clownish he thinks.
His hair are ruffled and messy, he looks everything but what he wants to be right now.
Once he convinces himself that staying here won’t have Vale magically rethink how disgusting he is Bez gets out the bedroom, walking quick towards the main door.
He bumps into Vale on his way out, and keeps his eyes fixated to the ground.
“Sorry I - I’m going. Goodnight Vale”
He doesn’t wait for a response, he knows there won’t be one.
He just walks out the house into the starry night, trying to find some comfort in the warmth it offers.
He doesn’t even have a bike, he came here with a taxi, but can’t bring himself to be seen by someone in the state he’s in, so he just decides to walk back to his hotel.
Luckily he knows the way, his phone is dead and pretty useless.
He walks with shame, a few cars passing by, not paying him the slightest attention.
Until one car slows down, almost stopping, and he does everything but look into that car.
The window gets lowered and a man around 50 years old pops his head out of the car.
“Hey pretty boy care for some fun? Me and my friends could pay you well for it”
There’s laughter coming from inside the vehicle and Bez just keeps walking, he knows the hotel isn’t far, it’s just two minutes away.
“Oh are you deaf? What you think we can’t pay you? Surely the last guy that went with you had his fun eh? How much did he pay? we can offer the double”
Bez wants to die, this is not how he thought his night would go, it makes him feel dirty.
“Ah fuck you I bet you’re just a cheap whore who can’t even do his job right”
And with that they speed off again, Bez trying to keep himself sane long enough to walk inside the hotel looking like this, and getting into the elevator too.
He prays for it to be empty until he reaches his floor, and for once the universe seems to be listening to him tonight.
He gets into his room and locks the door behind him, sliding down with his back against it.
His legs hurt, his head does too, everything fucking hurts so much.
He finally breaks down, a flow of tears making their unstoppable way down his cheeks to the ground.
He manages to get up from the floor after a good twenty minutes spent crying.
He feels pathetic.
He manages to reach the bathroom and undress himself, he looks in the mirror as he does, and it’s a fatal error.
He is disgusted by what he sees in there, he wants to destroy whatever that mirror is making him see. He throws the fucking glass used to hold the toothbrush at it, cracking it severely.
“Fucking whore! You’re just a fucking whore! No one is ever gonna see you as anything else because you are just that!
You disgust me I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!
Look at yourself dressed like that! You’re only good to fuck, no one is going to keep you for something beside it, you deserve to be treated like this”
He’s talking to himself, he’s never- never had this much hatred for his own body and mind in his life, he just feels so horribly wrong for what he did, how he acted, what he said.
“I hate you”
This last one is said with tears coming out his eyes again, a stingy sensation in his throat.
He takes off everything, throws in the trash the whole fucking outfit, he wants to burn it.
He gets into the shower, turning it on and letting the water run down his body, still and absent.
His knees give out and he finds himself to be sat on the wet floor of the shower, the flow of water hasn’t stopped, it drenches him from head to toe.
He needs to wash himself, he feels so dirty from what he did. He needs the water to wash away tonight, to wash away Valentino.
mistake
that fucking word just keeps repeating itself in his brain like a mantra.
mistake mistake mistake
“you were a stupid horny mistake”
he keeps on crying, salty tears mixing with the shower water on his face.
He tries to scratch his skin away, wants to tear off all the skin that was touched tonight, he has to be freed from the touch of Vale.
But for how much he tries to clean away his body he still feels dirty, guilty of getting out there dressed like that and not expecting someone to use him.
He feels at fault, like he should lock himself at home and never get seen again.
Shame.
Shame all over his mind like a suffocating blanket.
“You disgust me I hate you”
the only receiver of this insults it’s him, he truly feels like this.
It’s his fault if Vale fallen into the temptation of fucking one of his students, his fault if now Vale questioned his morals, his fault if it ever got out and Vale would be publicly slaughtered.
He wouldn’t allow that to happen, he’d come forward and say he got advantage of the fact Vale was drunk.
Even after how Vale treated him he would protect him.
It’s all his fault, once again, like always.
He falls asleep in the shower, water freezing, he doesn’t care.
He just needs to rest, he can’t even hate himself being like this.
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