BLATANT PLAGIARISM

You cling to Asriel's arm as he leads you through the darkened arena, the only light coming from his light spell.
"Where the hell did everyone go, man?" you ask. "They sure shut this rink down fast..."
"Yeah, well, welcome to Madison," he laughs. "Small town without much to do, y'know. People go home and hit the sack early."
"Sounds like you really loved it here, huh?"
He shrugs. "Can't hate on it too much. At least the fans were good to me... can't say the same for all the players, but... yeah, I like a bigger city like Chicago a lot more."
You're glad he knows his way around his old rink, because you'd be utterly lost if you were by yourself. He drags you down the hallway, pushes a door open and flips the lights on. It's the visitor's dressing room and it feels strangely desolate now. You look around the room where all your teammates were just a short while ago.
You kick off your shoes and socks and then your sweaty athletic shorts. And your damp boxer-briefs after those. You're kind of embarrassed to be this gross around him... but he watches you undress with a hunger, like a starved animal tracking its prey.
"Uh," you laugh, backing away from him, slowly retreating toward the showers. "You better stay away, Azzy."
"Why?"
"Look at me. I'm a mess."
"Yeah? Well, I like a sweaty man."
"Azzy!"
You turn and try to hurry away from him so you can wash off. But his hand comes from behind and stops you - it wraps around your hard belly and pulls you back. He pushes you up against the cold cinderblock wall. His eyes, lust-filled and ornery, narrow at you.
"When you're all sweaty and sexy?.. You taste and smell so much more like - like YOU..."
He leans in and puts his mouth to your neck. He's not kissing you - he's tasting you, and you can feel his tongue stamping at your skin and licking up your salt. He whiffs shallowly at your neck, taking in your scent. Whisps of cool air chill your tingly, goosebump-covered skin.
With a fit of wild excitement, he digs his claws into your waist. You yelp, grabbing onto his forearms to pull his nails out of your flesh. He bares his teeth against the delicate skin of your neck and scrapes you gently. You get the sense that he's a wolf - only temporarily tamed, he's showing you the damage he could do.
"Shit, Azz," you groan with a shudder. "You're crazy."
His hands go between your legs. He runs your length through his palms from the base to the tip - he gives you nothing but long, upward strokes. Your head rolls backward, bumps the wall and you let out a big sigh. It doesn't take long before your cock firms and fills his hands.
"You're getting hard," he says with a cockiness.
"Don't," you gasp softly, turning your head toward the shower.
He laughs. Slowly, he lowers himself between your thighs.
"No," you sigh. "No..."
But you're too weak to move. He steadies your cock by the balls, pulls the tip down to meet his snout, and pushes it in.
"Oh god," you sigh as you plunge into his cheeks. He's so fucking good at sucking cock - every suck, tug and thrust down your length is deliberate and designed to break you.
But even though he's got you panting, and he's got your hips jerking uncontrollably into his mouth, and you can see a blinding light at the end of the tunnel when you shut your eyes - a sense of shame builds up in equal proportions and you push his forehead off your length and make a sprint for the shower.
"Hey!" he yells, disappointed. "The hell!"
You rush to wosh yourself, pull the curtains behind you, and turn the water on.
Whew.
You hear his footsteps step closer until he's standing outside the shower.
"The hell was that about?" he laughs. "I thought I was about to get my damned reward."
"You were," you swallow, hastily and desperately running a bar of soap over your body. Your cock deflates and you soap it up, too.
"So what's the problem?"
Your throat swells and you don't know how to answer him. You hear the sound of fabric falling and hitting the tile floor. You glance under the shower curtain and see his suit jacket lying on the floor. Then his tie falls on top of it, followed by the rest of his clothes. The sight makes you grin.
Asriel pulls the curtain back and climbs into the shower with you. Sheepishly, you wrap your arms around him, pull him in and kiss him under the running water.
"So?" he asks, pulling back. "What's up, dude?"
"I dunno," you say. "I've kinda got, err, a mental block in place."
"About what?"
"It's kinda crazy."
"Just tell me already."
"Okay," you pause. "Uh. My ex was what you'd call a clean freak, I guess. We couldn't do anything unless I was freshly showered. She wouldn't even be in the same room as me when I got home from a game or practice until I'd jumped in the shower."
"That's awful!" Azzy says with sympathy. "But that's no 'clean freak,' that's what I'd call a germophobe."
"Well, whatever you wanna call it, I really had it drilled into my head. I'm kinda damaged, see?"
He shrugs. "Hardly. And anyway, if that's the most fucked up thing about you... you're pretty well off." He takes a turn under the water and lets it run all over his soft, athletic body. "But we're gonna have to work on that. 'Cause I meant what I said. I like a sweaty man. Clean is fine and all, don't get me wrong. But nothing beats the smell of a hard working man."
You laugh uncontrollably, kind of appalled. "Heh. Uh. Really?"
"Yeah, dude. It gets me going."
"Huh."
He lowers to his knees. "Well, I hope you're clean enough now..."
"Oh," you sigh, leaning against the wall. Hot water runs over you both and he takes your half-hard cock into his mouth. His lips and tongue massage it, fluffing it up quickly.
"God damn," you moan.
You don't know how long you were in that shower - all you know is Asriel loves what he's doing. You shut your eyes, losing yourself both in the sweltering heat of the shower and his cheeks. Rolling waves of euphoria crash up and down your body, echoing through your limbs - and you 'cum' over and over. Without truly cumming - without spilling your seed.
And all you can think is, Azz's special. And, this is special. Because sex to you had always been, well, a means to an end. You stuck your dick in a hole, and you pushed in and out of it until you finally blew your wad. Which felt fine, but yeah, that was it. Sex was going from point A to point B.
But with Azzy you didn't feel that. You felt like - this is something else. You've heard the idea that 'sex is sacred' - and you feel that you kinda understand what that means now...

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Pub: 25 May 2021 07:00 UTC

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