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every aching moment you spent tossing around boxes and dragging your body across the store, you swore a whole decade was taken off of your life. you’re young but fuck has working a 9-5 taken a toll on you; unlike your colorful counterpart. although his life is very different and far more interesting than yours, the two of you get along way too well. mateo never told you about his “secret agent” way of life, but you assumed he just had some kind of federal job he wasn’t allowed to tell you about; so, you never asked. even without that extra piece of knowledge, you still knew he cared about you, more than a lot of things. always offering to take you out to places, buy you snacks and little things; like new art supplies and cutesy trinkets, and taking care of you when you’re feeling off. today was no different, casual like usual, he invites you over to his place. just to hang, practice some new tags together, y’know, the usual.
but today, you were asleep in bed from the night shift you had worked just a few hours before. the manager’s requested extra assistance for the night, and offered extra pay, you sure as hell wouldn’t say no. now, sore and sleepy, you forgot about your already set plans with mateo. your phone rings a few times before you decide to pick it up, you read the caller’s display name and answer immediately. “disculpa, mateo! i promise i was busy.. m didn’t mean to answer so late..” your groggy voice showing off that you were telling the truth. “busy? estabas dormida, huh?” he chuckles and sighs jokingly, “what am i gonna do with you? seriously,” then asks “how come you’re still asleep at this hour? todavía no te a chingado tu mama? sure is your lucky day today.” you let out an exaggerated groan and roll around in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position for your aching back. “m lucky for now, last night seriously kicked my ass..” he doesn’t respond with anything more than a “mhm?”, but its enough to get you to keep talking. “the managers practically begged me to stay a few extra hours because of the lack of workers-“ “and you said yes?” he asks, sounding almost surprised. “yuuup. kinda regret it now, even if i’m getting paid more.” you roll over again with a grunt, then begin to giggle. “ah, sorry, i’m rambling again..! my bad.” you say, although through the phone, he could hear your genuineness. “no te preocupes, it’s no big deal dummy. you know how much i love hearing you talk anyway.” mateo whispers, but in a confident tone. it was really cute. the two of you giggle and talk on the phone a bit longer, and mateo especially reminds you that the plans of hanging out are still happening. and, that he has a surprise for you.
a surprise? you think, it’s definitely just some snacks to make me feel better. he always does that, you finish the thought while getting your things ready. you carefully look through your bag, making sure you have everything, then leave home. your place is in pretty close in walking distance to his, ten minutes tops, plus, it was fun getting to clear your head on the way there. the weather was comfy, it’s towards the end of spring at the moment; the prettiest time of year. everything is finally in full bloom, it’s stopped raining, and the sun doesn’t scorch your skin yet, just lightly caressing it. stepping onto the porch of mateo’s home, you gently raise your arm to knock on the door, but before you could do so, you’re interrupted with the sound of cartoonishly loud running. “shit..! hurry up now! métete a la bolsa!” you can hear him make the kind of noise one does when calling over a shy cat. “amanos, there we go..good good.” his voice is muffled behind the door, but it’s comforting regardless. quickly, the door swiftly opens and there he stands. his arm gently rested on the door frame while the other rests on his hip; an ironically fitting pose. “so, you just gonna stand there?” a sly expression lay upon his lips, his hand stretched out to bring you in, or hold your own. “pff, no, move outta the way, i want in!” you chuckle mid sentence, jokingly pushing him aside as you stride into his home.
he chuckles, and with curtesy, he leads you to his bedroom and opens the door. you walk over to his bed and roughly flop onto it, despite the slight mess of markers and pages scattered across it. a groan of pleasure leaves your lips, content at the comfy bed and sweet smell it’s always had. “oh c’mon, you came over just to sleep in my bed? laaammeee..” mateo jokes, scooting you slightly more towards the side of his bed while he gets on and lays in the center. his arms gently rest behind his head as the rest of his body relaxes, his head tilts in your direction; needing to see more of you. he loves how comfy you are in his home, in his bed, with him. he feels the tips of his ears heat up, but disregards it. then, he has a not-so-sneaky idea; seeing that the two of you had been pinning for awhile, he wanted to finally be upfront about it. and god, did he have the best way to do so.
carefully, he moves off of his bed while it creaks underneath him. looking at you one last time, he asks, “you want a massage?”. the sentence ripped you away from your relaxation; making your body jolt up. “uh! well, if you’re offering, i’d love it.” your head tilts to the side while answering, trying your best to look innocent. he nods and walks out of his room and leaves the door ajar. from outside his room, you hear him yell “take your shirt off for me cariño, it’ll feel way better that way.”. you’ve never taken off your shirt faster in your entire life. gently, you leave it folded on the edge of his bed; now left in nothing but a bra. it’s non padded and slightly translucent; hopefully it won’t be too promiscuous for his liking. its not like you wore it on purpose..sort of. the door squeaks back open as mateo enters the room again, now with a bag of ice in hand, and a smug look on his face. he very carefully makes his way back onto his bed and places his hands on your shoulders, without a word, he tilts his head to the side; motioning you to turn around. you do as you’re told, awkwardly shifting your body to where your back is facing him, and let out a sigh. “hm? you nervous or something?” he mocks, jokingly of course. pretending to be offended, you scoff “as if! m just worried ‘bout how rough you’ll be.” your last few words trailing off; almost in a seductive tone, and oh does mateo notice. he notices it a bit too well, and decides to play along. “rough? with what?” his words slurring a bit as his voice grows huskier; you felt your face heat up. “just with the massage, some people rearrange your muscles when giving them, i just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t do the same..!” your excuses were such shit it was almost funny, but mateo took no notice of what you were saying, his eyes were set elsewhere.
your gorgeous back muscles. although you were smaller and a bit less muscular than him, they were obviously toned; and god did he love that. your muscles nice and firm, your slim bones slightly showing themselves off, and how soft your skin was, holy shit. he gently places his hands upon your shoulders, then moves them more towards your angel wing area, giving your tensed up muscles some relief. he begins with circular motions that hurt like hell, but maybe because he was doing it; it was way more bearable. his delicate fingers begin to make their way below your angel wing bones and into the most tense part of your upper back. now pressing a bit more firm, he hits a spot that catches you by surprise. you twitch slightly and cover your mouth to stifle a moan; it just felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. you feel his hands leave your back, and hear him begin to giggle. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive, it’s kinda cute.” his hands begin to ghost around your upper back, then collar bone, slowly up your neck, and then allows one hand fall back into his lap, while the other caresses your chin. in an instant, he tilts your head up slightly and to the side, now facing him; you feel your whole body get fuzzy.
you see his eyes dart down to your lips, then your collarbone, then your chest, quickly regretting the decision, then awkwardly and quickly bringing his eyes back up, now looking at the wall behind you. he was very obviously flustered and very obviously forgot you didn’t have a shirt on; it was adorable in a way. his face is painfully red and his grip on your chin begins to weaken, gently, you hold onto his hand and slowly move it to cup your cheek instead. his eyes slowly making its way back down to your face, he notices you slowly getting closer to him. getting up from your spot on his bed, you hold yourself up on your knees while making your way to his lap. mateo freezes up at the suddenly boldness in your actions, but can’t help getting aroused at the thought of you on his lap and taking the lead. you carefully sit in his lap and wrap your legs around his waist, then looking up at him like before. your faces are at eye level, lips inches away from each other, and the heat of your skin on one another is unbearably sexy. mateo looks away again for a split second, takes a deep breath, and blurts “please let me kiss you! a-and touch you a bit too..and..and whatever else you want with me!” his not so discrete begging got you more turned on than you were during the massage; he definitely knew what he was doing.
you loved it that he was so pathetically desperate for your touch, but also thankful he at least asked for your permission first. you move yourself a bit closer to him while in his lap, slightly grinding on him in the process, and whisper “i’m all yours cariño, you can do whatever you want with me.”. something sparked in mateo in that moment, maybe it was the slyness of your voice, or the fact that you were perfectly displayed right in front of him, ready to devour; got him feeling antsy. needy if you will. so so desperate to feel every inch of you, taste every crevice of your body, and fuck you stupid till your eyes watered and your legs trembled, he needed it. so so bad. he cups your cheeks and pulls you into a slow and steady kiss, at first, letting you get a feel for his face and his lips. then, without a second thought, pushing apart your lips with his tongue, making sure he could infiltrate your mouth and feel every special and intimate part of it. shoving his tongue back into his own mouth, you start to violate it; by licking the roof of his mouth and shoving your tongue deep down his throat; he whimpers through the mingling of your flesh. messily making out for the next few minutes, he pulls away to hungrily latch himself onto your neck. you grab his face and pull it back to face yours, “careful where you put those tonto, mi ama would kill me if she saw ‘em.” you murmur, he blinks a few times as a sign of understanding, and quickly goes back to your neck. now, leaving normal yet wet and sloppy kisses down your neck, while he makes his way down to your collarbone.
his hot breath tickling your skin, slowly getting hotter the closer he got, you couldn’t help moaning a bit. you feel the hotness of his mouth on the lower parts of your collarbone and get a bit more vocal, praising his touch and how good he makes you feel; you get a slight poke at your leg. he leaves a trail of colorful hickeys along your delicate skin, then moving along to his main course. he pushes you off his lap and pulls you closer by your thighs, his lips now aligned with your crotch area. practically ripping off the sweatpants you arrived in, he sits back to admire your lower half. the plump of your thighs, the softness of your tummy, and your pretty virgin and soon to be ruined cunt. while leaving gentle kisses along your thighs, you hear him ask “is it okay if i, y’know, get a taste?”. the absurd sounding question made you giggle, making him even more flustered. still, this is more than what you’ve ever wanted with him, so you nod; letting him know you’re still sticking with your agreement from earlier. carefully, he slides your panties off of your hips and down your thighs, discretely licking his lips while doing so. he bites his lower lip too, and grins. fuck, he loved how slick you looked. his lips grace your wet lips and gently opens his mouth ajar, letting his tongue slip out slightly. starting to lick in circular motions, he can’t help but smile when he feels your thighs close in on his face and see your back arch. he dips his tongue in further; getting the best reaction out of you. your legs squirming around, your hands messily going from gripping his buzzed head to his gorgeous shoulders, and the pressure of your soft thighs almost suffocating him while he eats you out?? god, it’s even better than what he fantasized about, waaayy better for sure. in and out and in and out again, his tongue sinks deeps into your wet folds, loving the slightly sweet taste the coats your walls. the noises that left your mouth were the best part to him, it felt so dirty to hear you make such sounds. he’s heard you laugh and cry before, but nothing so, so dirty like this; so naughty. he looks up at you for a split second, just to see how gorgeous your face looks; with that expression he caused. your eyes tightly shut, biting your lower lip, and your mouth not being able to decide if it wants to stay wide open with pure ecstasy, or grit your teeth to hold back the moans.
he smirked; he loved how easily you became undone for him. with that, he moves away from your cunt and carefully brings you closer by dragging you by your thighs, then lets you go. “gimme a sec..” he murmurs while struggling to undo the buckle of his pants, but before he could get it off, you reached for it instead. with one hand you pull the belt out of it’s loop, and with the other you begin to reach for the bag of ice mateo had brought into the room earlier. you hear him audibly gulp, then stutter “w-what do you plan on doing with those?”, and you grin. “you’ll see.” you whisper through tiny giggles, you look him in the eye while finally removing his belt, pants, and boxers. carefully, you straddle yourself into his lap and with his belt in hand, fit his wrists through the middle and tighten the clasp. he groans slightly at the sudden pressure, fuck was it music to your ears. “i uh, didn’t know you were freaky like that cariño..but i kinda dig it.” his eyes lighten up slightly as he says that, giving you an okay to proceed with your plan. you then hold the small plastic bag of ice open with your teeth, then taking out a cube from the bag before setting it off to the side. you get a tight grip on his cock before slowly massaging the tip with your thumb, making him let out a soft moan. you get your lips real close to the tip, and let your tongue make circles around the entrance. then, you let your tongue go back into your mouth and move away from his length completely; standing up straight and putting your other hand closest to him. before he could ask anything, he feels a sharp sting at his tip, something so cold it made his body shiver and his cock twitch at the contact. he groans louder, “ugh, fuck, what the hell are you doing?”, you giggle, “what does it look like? i’m tryna give you a good time, mi querido.”. carefully dragging the ice cube across the tip in the same circular motion as before, then letting it coat the rest of his length. going from base to tip, you make sure the timing is excruciatingly slow; you want to hear him beg for more. his legs squirm as he throws his head back in the pure pleasure of the moment, he doesn’t even care how repetitive and now constant his moans are becoming, it just feels so damn good. they’re becoming more high pitched and desperate, slurring his words and making them barely audible, but you swear you hear a “please, ‘just wanna be in you, please please..” through labored breaths; so you stop. with one hand, you gently open up his mouth with your thumb, while you take the remaining half melted ice cube and make him eat it. with the other hand, you assist yourself in getting up from his lap and positioning yourself on the tip of his twitching cock.
he cant help but stare at it, all of this? just for him? giving up your innocence to make him the happiest guy in the world? if you’re willing to do that for him, he’ll definitely show you his world, and make you see stars in the process. “babe babe babe, uh, could you maybe untie me first? i could give you an even better time if ya let me use ‘em.” he blurts out just as you were about to lower yourself, you snort, “yeah totally, i’m gonna be honest, i totally forgot i had you tied up like that.” beginning to unclamp the belt and carefully let his wrists free themselves. the two of you giggle at the stupidity of the answer, before mateo pulls you into a hug, and whispers “now you’ve done it, te prepares, okay? ‘m not gonna go easy on you.”. before you could even muster up a word, he squeezes the plush of your hips, picks you up, and slams you onto his thick cock. you let out a moan of pure pleasure; never having felt something as good as this inside of you before. the first movement was rough, to give you a taste of what you’d be expecting later, but for the sake of both your first times; he began slow. the grip on your hips tightening as he helps you ride him, while he lay his head in the crook of your neck, it’s buried deep, so you wouldn’t be able to see the look on his face. desperate, so filled with lust; it almost looks like he’s about to cry with the pure ecstasy he’s feeling. his room now fills with the sound of sloppy and loud slapping; there’s no point in stifling your moans anymore. you grip his shoulders, trying to force yourself onto him more and more, in an almost animalistic way. he quickly then puts his across your back and carefully rests you on his bed, lifting your legs over his shoulders and letting your thighs rest upon them. he again grabs you by your waist and scoots your ass towards his still hard cock, and roughly thrusts himself back into you.
he leans over to kiss you, still keeping up a quick and rough pace, your tongues begin to intertwine again. his hands all over you, cupping your cheeks, getting a handful of your ass, and grabbing whatever he can at that point. the two of you pull away from the kiss as you look into each other’s eyes, you both cant help but smile, then laugh. “carajo cariño, i didn’t think today would turn out like this, but shit, y’know i don’t mind it.” mateo whispers into your ear, head resting in the crook of your neck again, you can feel him smile against your skin. “i’d be so down to do it again sometime, ‘m having so much fun.” you try and say through labored breaths and moans; he giggles, “i’d love to querido, ya sabes que me entrances tu cuerpo. fuck, eres tan hermosa de verdad.” he can’t help but groan; the way you tighten around him is driving him fucking crazy. “mm, please please cariño i’m so close..” he whimpers as his thrusts become sloppier and messier, your head falls back and your back arches. you align your lips with his ear, and whisper “you’re so good for me pretty boy, keep going..cum for me.”, fuck, that does it for him. with a few more harsh thrusts, he pulls out quick and cums all over your stomach. “shit..i uh, my bad love, i’ll clean it up right now! i promise!” mateo blurts while quickly putting his boxers back on and rushes out his bedroom door to who knows where; you wait patiently on his bed. unable to move much since, y’know, its all over you. but to your surprise, he comes back quickly with a moist towel and…some blankets too? how cute. after the embarrassment that was cleaning up, the two of you lay in bed underneath his covers in silence for awhile. simply enjoying each other’s company, the silence was comfortable; it felt warm. mateo begged to spoon you, so, that’s how you two ended up; his arms wrapped around you waist and his face in his favorite spot, the crook of your neck. he lays gentle and soft kisses along the spot, making you giggle, oh how you loved this boy. you tell him, “te querio cariño, tantísimo.” taking a hand that was comfortably resting on your waist, and kissing it softly. you roll over to see the look on his face, and were you glad you did, it looked like he was about to cry. not of pure ecstasy this time, no, he was just so unexplainably happy. mateo pulls you into a hug, gently caressing your back and playing with your hair, he sighs, and whispers “siempre te a amado, mi vida, desde el día que te conocí, y por siempre te voy a querer.”. you can tell he’s smiling again, you cup his cheeks and gently brush your thumbs against his face, and softly kiss him again. so sweet, so heavenly, you adored the way he felt on your skin. you adored everything about him, you adored him. and fuck, did he adore you too. always has.