I dial Atila's number with shaky hands. What just happened?

"What do you want? I'm in the bathroom." He says annoyed.

"Yeah, okay ... ehm, something crazy just happened."

"Did he propose to you?" he asks.

"What?"

"Did he?"

"No. Why- what are you talking about?"

"If not then why are you calling me? Is he a serial killer."

"No. I don't think so."

"He has a wife."

"no."

"Kids?"

"No, he lives alone and he's single."

"Perfect, isn't it?"

"Atila shut up, please. He just paid me 840 euro or something for the next month. All at once.

Do you understand that?

And I didn't even take off my clothes yet."

"Holy shit. That's great!"

"I know."

"You better do well brother."

"Atila. It's serious. What do you think it means?"

"I think he genuinely cares. Why else would you be at his house with all that money."

"But ... he wants to get closer to me."

"So?"

"So. I don't feel comfortable talking about our lives."

"But if he like actually wants to know, you can tell him. I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Hm. But not today. Play hard to get."

"Okay, I got to go. I'll text you."

"Sure."

*

"Everything good with your brother?" Lars asks me.

"Huh?" I blink. "oh, yeah, I just needed to tell him something. Don't worry about it.

This is your bedroom?"

"Yes." He smirks.

🔞

"Cool." I start taking of my clothes.

"You really need to rush don't you?" he shakes his head and takes of his shirt.

"Well, it isn't really romantic here so I'll just do my job." I lay on the bed.

"Romantic? Hm. I'll do better next time." He unzips his jeans.

He leans over me and gives me a kiss.

"Do I need to tell you what I want beforehand?"

"No you already paid. You can get what you need."

"Perfect." He puts a condom and lube on the night stand.

His tongue slips into my mouth and I wrap my hands around his neck. He pushes my naked hips to his underwear and rubs himself onto me.

I sigh into his lips and he licks the lower.

"You have a hickey." He breaths against my neck and sucks on the same spot. I whine out, arching my back, "it would be a shame to lose it."

His hand stroke on our dicks together. I look into his eyes and go almost silent. That intense stare.

I hide my face into his neck instead.

He kisses on my chest and my nipples. His tongue licking on the soft area.

"I didn't notice how pink your nipples are until now. Love them." He licks on them and whine out. "sensitive?"

"mmm."

"You already got some sensitive spots." I know that.

His lubed fingers slip inside me as I hold onto his shoulders. He has really long fingers.

I spread my legs wider and he plays around a bit before he reaches my prostate.

He rubs on it and adds pressure that starts to feel so good. I move my hips against his fingers.

"Aren't you needy?"

"Please." I whine.

"Oh, you beg now."

"Mmm."

He slips his fingers out of me. "Okay, beg then." I give him puppy eyes, "beg, Soren." He says my name so intimidatingly.

"Please." I whisper. He smirks.

"You don't even know what you are doing?" he kisses me and abuses my prostate with his fingers.

*

Soren having a life crisis. 🥺 😢 😭 😤

Atila chilling and planning his sugar daddy's wedding. 🤪😎🤑