When Only the Moon Can See Me

Based off of this picture:  http://aarinfantasy.com/forum/gallery/showphoto.php?photo=135125

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Seto sat up in his office finishing some paperwork and when he finally glanced at the clock.  It read 1:47 a.m.  He couldn’t believe that it had gotten this late already.  He had Mokuba picked up from school, fed and put to bed around 10, he had selfishly stayed to work long after all of his employees were gone, and the building locked up for the night.   He would call his chauffer when he was ready to be picked up.  There was no one in the building at all now.  This was his time…

    He pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a rectangular box that he unlocked with yet another little key and cracked the lid, his heart starting to race.  Inside lay a pink vibrator, short and thick, on a bed of black silk and nestled with it was a bottle of lube.  He pulled the toy from its cradle and gripped the lube in a shaky fist.  As a precaution he nicked the tissues from his desk as well and knelt before the plush leather couch in his spacious office.

    With one hand he undid his belt, fingering the clasp of his pants and pulling the zipper down, pushing his expensive slacks  down over his hips, untucking his shirt as his fingers worked on the buttons.  He dragged a hand across his chest languidly, relishing in the feeling of warm fingers across his smooth pale skin.  Fingers pinched a delicate nipple and he gasped in spite of himself.  He could feel himself stiffen, skin hot and flushed as he slid his hand further across his stomach, whispering down over sharp hips to grip his weeping sex strong in his fist, stroking lazily.

    He popped the cap on the lube and spread some on the vibrator, smearing the rest on his hard shaft, making it glisten with moisture.  Shuddering, he reached around with his left hand and positioned the toy at his entrance, wiggling it back and forth to align it properly.  He felt himself push the vibrator in slowly and gripped his shaft tightly, trying to distract himself momentarily from the sweet burn he felt between his legs.

    Seto’s mouth fell open in a gasp, his fingers twisting the sensitive skin of his shaft greedily, making his hips buck forward.  Silently panting expletives and erotic words, he imagined the most dirty things he could think of, pushing the vibrator in further, his lust building.  He stretched his fingers back as far as they would go so he could turn on the little motor, making his legs shake from the extreme pleasure he could feel pooling in the pit of his stomach, spreading throughout his entire body like a sensual poison.

    “Ah, yeah! Fuck me!” He whispered, his face pressed to the cool soft leather.  His eyes were squeezed shut, brain still off in the land of dirty fantasies. The visions becoming clearer of a faceless man, strong and ripped, the supple skin like silk drawn tight over the shifting muscles as he gripped Seto by the hips, thick cock pounding into him, opening him up, filling him completely.  He could barely stifle a moan as he shoved the toy deeper into his body, fingers twisting the knob to turn the motion up as high as it would go, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his entire frame. He cried out again,

    “Oh, God! Yes, so good…more…deeper…” He panted, hand working feverishly on his weeping sex, feeling the sticky liquid seeping from the tip ease his way, fingers slipping along his hot shaft.  The faceless man slid his hand around to the front of Seto’s body, gripping him in a strong fist, pumping him mercilessly, that other hand twisting in his auburn hair pulling his head back to expose the long line of his throat.  The dream man pounded into him roughly, making him cry out with every deep thrust.

    “Ah! Yes…harder…..touch me more….Oh God! So good, mmmmmmm….”  Seto could feel more hands on his body now.  It was as if there were two other people in the room with him besides the mysterious man.  The hands gripped him between the legs, squeezing his balls, rolling the heavy sacks between their fingers; they were pinching his nipples, making the sensitive nubs tender to the touch.  He could feel the fingers in his mouth, his tongue curling around them sensuously as more explored the creamy expanse of his skin, ass and stomach and chest, tickling right above his pubic hair, brushing along his lower back.

    He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, that tingle that began at his cock and spread outwards, making his whole body tremble violently.  He felt the vibrator pushed in all the way in, gripping himself so hard he was sure he would bruise.  The faceless man pinched his nipples, driving into him with explosive force.  He heard the man cry out, and he imagined himself  spilling over that strong hand, his seed coating those wonderful fingers, feeling himself go limp in that exquisite grip.

    In reality, the young CEO was letting out a near howl of release.  He had gripped his tie in his teeth to stifle his cries, but it was no use.  He let it fall onto the soft leather, pumping the vibrator in and out of his ass at a feverish pace, face red with a fierce blush, erotic sounds spilling from his lips like a porn star.  He threw his head back as if in a dream, sweat flying from his forehead, sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight as he let out a beautiful moan, the large office echoing like a church, Seto as the dirty priest pleasuring himself atop the altar.  His seed splattered onto the couch, painting his heaving chest which glistened in the bright light of the moon.

    He turned off the vibrator and heard his breathing soften to a low growl of pleasure.  He opened his eyes to the darkened room, pulling out the vibrator with a slight wince.  Cleaning himself and the couch off, he tucked his spent sex back into his trousers, buckling the belt and struggling to stand on shaky legs before collapsing onto the couch, shirt still untucked and wrinkled, falling open to expose his pale smooth chest.  The exhausted CEO fell asleep quickly, his cares and worries forgotten until tomorrow, dreaming endlessly of a faceless man holding him while he slept.