Patreon Compilation – Fic#147 – Blast From The Past! (Patreon)

This week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!

Readable for all tiers this time :)

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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#6! Please enjoy this Lúcio/Akande :)

Toys; Public/Semi Public – Lúcio is a workaholic that doesn't like letting his fans hang in the air just because he's damn horny and his bf is playing a bit dirty on him...

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There is sweat rolling down the sides of Lúcio’s face, but only Akande knows the true cause of it. He is standing off to the side of the small stage, people buzzing around him as they make sure the equipment runs smoothly while Lúcio is pumping his rhythms into the club and slowly but surely driving the people into a needy frenzy.

Akande can smell the sex in the air, thick and musky, but it is only his boy that he has eyes for.

Everybody gives the tall, sharp dressed man a wide berth. They know his name, and it intimidates them – they don’t want to get caught on the wrong end of his attention, and that serves Akande quite well.

He is standing casually, one hand thrust in the pocket of his slacks, idly watching Lúcio’s young, supple body move and sway as he bobs behind his equipment in time to the music. God, but he is beautiful.

Akande’s huge fist squeezes gently around the little device tucked away in his palm. His eyes go heavy lidded when Lúcio lifts his arms high to wave at the crowd. He’s wearing one of his tank tops with the arm holes almost down to his waist and like this, Akande can see the gentle ripples of his ribs and the swell of his tight little tits.

His thumb finds the small dial on the remote and nudge it. Lúcio jumps, almost in tune with the heavy, thumping beat, and leans over to adjust something at the settings of his board, though Akande can see how he braces himself with one hand at the edge of it, his bicep trembling.

He nudges the dial further and Lúcio’s mouth drops open. Akande can just about see the wet slip of his pink little tongue as he stares at the controls laid out in front of him, his right hand now frozen uselessly above them.

It only takes a few moments, then he pulls himself back together, standing up even though his thighs visibly shake. Akande watches him push through it, ignoring the thrumming vibrations of the toy he himself has pushed into his boy’s used hole moments before he bounced out onto the stage.

He’s still been wet and warm with Akande’s cum, hole gently gaping, rim fucked buttery soft from the fat dick that had been drilling into him, and it had been too easy to stuff the silky gape with the high tech toy Akande had purchased just for the occasion.

He’d purred and flushed, grinned shakily, and obviously not suspecting that the toy could be anything more than a simple little placeholder to keep him nice and open and ready for Akande to slide right back into that well-fucked cunt after his performance.

He’d found out soon enough.

From the sidelines like this, Akande can see the bulge of his cock, pressing against the fabric of his loose baggy pants. He can see the way his young, slim hips jerk and stutter, obviously trying to instinctively fuck when the pulsing vibrations push into his prostate and have him nearly drool as he shuffles his feet farther apart and minimally arches his spine – just like he does when Akande has him on his dick and he tries to find a way to make the huge cock fit better; to make it hurt a little less, even though he craves that dull ache that always comes with taking Akande until he just has to taste him in the back of his mouth.

Akande dials the toy back for a moment, watching as Lúcio’s muscles carefully unclench. He’s dripping with sweat now and Akande can’t wait to drag his hands all over his slippery skin. He has to smell just as thick and musky as the rest of the room; dripping with sex. Akande wants to push his face underneath his arm and inhale deeply.

All of a sudden he dials the toy up again, sharp and with a vengeance, and for a heart-stopping moment he is sure that Lúcio will go to his knees in front of the crowd and get his ass up nice and high in the air just like his body has been trained to respond to a nice cock filling him up.

But, as per usual, his boy’s willpower is greater and he pushes through, though his eyes look just as glassy as they do when he’s so deliciously close to coming, and near delirious from it.

Akande grins. He tortures his boy just a few heartbeats longer, then shuts the device off. He lets it go in favor of grabbing his cock through his pants pocket. He’s sure that someone must have noticed the huge erection he is sporting just from watching the young man perform on stage, but they are all too intimidated to mention anything.

Good for them.

.o.

Lúcio’s loose, downright slutty outfits are a blessing. While the boy still whines about the open door right next to them, Akande can hike one of his legs up high and still have access to his deliciously opened ass.

The kid’s head is turned to the side, cheek pressed against the wall like the rest of himself, staring a bit glassy eyed at the door that has his name on it. The dressing rooms are not in a remote area of the club. People could walk past any minute and see the young DJ pinned against the wall, his small, delicious ass out and stretched on Akande’s dick – but that makes it all the more exciting.

He can’t struggle much what with only the very tips of his toes still touching the ground, and Akande is not above taking advantage of his position.

Big fingers slide down the back of his pants, pushing them farther down as he searches for the wet, swollen rim of his opening. He tugs – rudely, impatiently – at the string he finds there. Lúcio jerks forward against the wall with a hoarse cry, his hand flying up and slapping across his own mouth as he stares with big eyes at the open door, then back against Akande.

He looks pleading, but his hole when Akande hooks two fat fingers into the newly vacant space, clings to him beautifully and clenches down like the warm embrace of a lover.

“You need to be nice and quiet,” Akande tells him, voice lowered into a smooth murmur as he fucks his fingers into him deeply just to feel how nice and wet the kid still is with lube and how warm and responsive his insides are to the fat fingers scissoring open and making him spread on them.

Lúcio whines into the cup of his hand. He shakes his head, but his hips buck backwards; fucking into Akande’s fingers, his body pliant as he lets himself get held in whatever position he’s been manhandled into.

He is a good, obedient boy. He loves the thrill of getting caught just as much as Akande, even though he does not want to admit it.

Akande is sure that his young, sleek cock will leave a wet stain on the wall before he’s finished with him. Something to remember him by; a memento for other artists that will stay in this very room and will just know that someone has been fucked well against this very wall.

He pulls out – Lúcio closing his eyes and huffing a soft whine through his nose at the sudden emptiness – and fumbles with his fly. His suit is ruined, probably; everything is wet and humid inside the space when he fishes for his cock, but he does not pay it much attention. He can buy himself a suit every day of the week.

He leans back, staring down at himself, watching as the fat tip of his dick kisses up to the swollen, pouty rim. Lúcio sobs into the palm of his hand. He tries to angle his hips back, but it is difficult with his knee pinned so high against the wall. He is trapped like a pretty butterfly under glass, helpless to just receive the slow, impossibly wide burn that comes with taking Akande’s cock.

Lúcio bounces like a rabbit with its hind legs caught when Akande starts pushing inwards; watching as the wet rim slowly stretches to accommodate the large cock that’s sliding in. He reminds admirably quiet for the most part, huffing loud and obnoxious through his nose as he tries so very hard not to make any sound.

They can both hear the dull roar of the crowd outside when the next performer comes on stage. Akande is only half-way in his boy when he decides to test him out, and slams the rest of the way inside.

Lúcio’s scream is accompanied by the answering noise of the crowd. The kid has his eyes clenched shut tightly, his pearl white teeth digging into the dark chocolate brown of his hand as Akande starts fucking him.

He cries out whenever that big dick slides in deep, pushing right into his belly; warming his insides up with the burn of the impossible stretch.

His prostate, ripe and primed for it for hours now, is under constant assault as the wide girth slides along the trembling, hot walls, pressing into every delicious inch and dragging along all those tender little nerve endings.

He tries so hard to remain quiet as he’s getting deep dicked; biting his hand, muffling himself, trying to keep everything in while his belly is getting filled and his cock drags along the smooth wall, but he’s still making a ruckus; crying out through his teeth because it is that or to simply explode from the pressure of getting his little body stretched to the absolute maximum by Akande.

What a little darling boy.