Executioner's Calling

Talon ground his teeth against each other nervously as the candles flickered in the darkness all around him, the dimly lit room set up perfectly for his date tonight. Every place setting, every cloth, meticulously tended to over the day so that tonight would be the night, the big night. Clearing his throat a little he heard his guest enter the house, the door closing quietly behind them as they proceeded, causing Talon to shuffle around his seat a little, his nerves getting the better of him for once as his heart raced. 'What if they don't like it? What if the dinner is all wrong? What if I look like I'm trying too hard?' he asked all at once, his head buzzing with questions, before going completely silent, as they entered the dining room.
"Chill out babe, you always worry too much." Draven called as he pulled his seat back and threw himself into it. "You don't need to be so concerned, it's just me." "You're not JUST anything Draydray, you're really important to me- I'll always be worried about how you think of me.." "Y'know Talon, if I hadn't already seen your dick, I might worry you could be a chick sometimes." Loosing a booming guffaw he leaned over the table, holding the assassin by his chin gently. "Chill out, I bet dinner will be great." Cheering up slightly, Talon let out a nervous smile and hurried away to grab the food. Returning promptly with his arms buried under platter after platter of homecooked goods. "Damn, you were busy today! Looks delicious." "Well than-" Talon began before falling silent in an instant, Draven's hand holding his bottom firmly as he chuckled lightly. "Food looks good too." Huffing lightly, Talon looked away pointedly as he placed the rest of the food down, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as Draven continued to fill the room with laughter. "D-dinner FIRST." he spat out, sitting in the chair across the table.
Despite forty minutes of uncomfortable shifting and avoiding Draven's advances, the dinner went well, and Talon already knew that Draven enjoyed the chase, what he didn't know was what Draven would do, but he found out soon enough as Draven shoved the table full of used dishes aside and leapt onto the man across from him, pinning him on the ground as he ran his tongue up and down his sensitive neck. "H-hey" Talon stammered, trying to push Draven off, to no avail. "Dinner is over.. now is time for dessert." "D-Draven!" Talon halfheartedly objected as he allowed the man full control, his pants finding the floor sooner than usual, Draven's hand pistoning his already hard cock, while nipping and biting on his neck. "You're so obedient- but I like that." Receiving only a groan in response, Draven freed the man, tossing him onto his knees while liberating his own cock from the oppression of his pants. Pressing the swollen cockhead against the rim of Talon's asshole, he heard a sharp intake of breath from the assassin. "B-be gentle.." Talon whimpered, coaxing another chuckle from Draven. "Of course babe, of course.." he replied before slowly sliding his cock into Talon's virgin asshole. Up until now they had done all sorts of outerplay, handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, but everything short of finally putting it in, until tonight. Sniffling and whimpering, Talon shook beneath the executioner as he slowly, and much more gently than expected slid his length in and out of the man. Groaning in pleasure, Draven let his head lol back, holding onto the fabric of Talon's top as he rocked back and forth slowly, the hole becoming more relaxed and accepting with every stroke. It felt like a cycle, until soon enough Talon was squeezing Draven's swollen cock, and Draven was pounding more and more roughly with each stroke. Their erratic, stifled breathing matched up as Draven rocked Talon, the assassin's hard cock swaying in motion with their sex. "yyyyYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH" Draven yelled out, pounding the man harder than ever until finally ending their romp, the sweaty sticky climax of both men finally hitting, with Draven painting Talon's insides white, and Talon loosing a small puddle of semen onto the ground, before falling into it as Draven let him go, stretching and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Laying behind his exhausted partner, Draven let out one last satisfied chuckle before joining him in sticky, sweaty, but satisfied slumber.