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The whole thing had been Clemensia’s idea. He father works at Broadway, and smoothly she had taken him to meet the cast after the show.
Coriolanus notices good-looking men. It’s just a part of his existence.
Rocky’s actor, Sejanus Plinth is noticing him too, dark eyes steady, maybe a little shy.
Coriolanus wouldn’t mind getting his mouth on those abs. Wouldn’t be a chore at all.
”You are a beautiful couple.” Sejanus is testing the waters, and Coriolanus lets the tip of his tongue touch his own lips, aware of the man’s gaze on his mouth.
”Clem is one of my best friends.”
”But not your girlfriend?”
”Definitely not.” He loves the nights out with Clemensia, knowing how their bond works, and trusting her completely, but Coriolanus doesn’t see Clem, or any other woman like that.
”Interesting.”
He smells good, like something citrus and expensive. Coriolanus takes a step closer, and the man is reading his thoughts, putting his hand on Coriolanus’ arm.
”Tell me about yourself.”
"What do you want to know?" Everything.
Coriolanus is used to using pretty guys like toys. He holds back, and makes sure they are gone before sun is rising.
He is not sitting in a cab, hard in his nice pants, and hoping the drive would finally fucking end, because he needs to get fucked as soon as possible. Sejanus doesn’t look any better though. He is biting his lip, eyes focused on the back of the driver’s head, and doesn’t notice Coriolanus watching.
Coriolanus slowly finds his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, but he is not stopping there. His fast, dexterous fingers climb up and down Sejanus’ left thigh, Coriolanus swallowing down a moan, when his fingers find where Sejanus is hard and hot, promising under his touch.
They survive through the taxi trip appearing more or less decent.
Sejanus is on him in the building corridor, kissing Coriolanus like he would be the last drop of water on a desert.
Coriolanus wants to give his everything.
”Do you want something? A glass of water?” He is gorgeous, hair messy from Coriolanus’ fingers, and still he is trying to do the adorable gentleman thing.
”I want you naked, and that cock in me.”
Coriolanus’ mouth is desperately dry, when the man let’s his body cover Coriolanus, and moves those warm hands down on his skin.
He feels and tastes even better than Coriolanus could have imagined. He is sitting on his knees, eyes honest about looking at Coriolanus’ nudity, and Coriolanus brings one of his hands on his own cock, teasing himself lightly, and enjoying the hunger in the dark eyes.
”Come here, baby.”
Blunt hard pressure at his slick hole. He takes a moment, telling Sejanus to wait, and breathing in and out, reminding himself that he’d get what he wants very soon.
After getting an okay Sejanus is pushing, the stretch and pressure being only perfect. Coriolanus hasn’t been filled like this for a while, but it’s safe, pleasurable, but still safe with Sejanus, who fucks him steadily, never forgetting soft kisses, or adoring compliments.
Coriolanus tenses under him, chasing his own peak. He is responding to every touch and kiss, wordlessly using his body to tell how much he wants Sejanus. Pleasure shooting through his body pinches his eyes closed, but Sejanus’ gentle hand is immediately on his cheek.
”I want to see those beautiful blues”, he pleads, and well, Coriolanus doesn’t want to deny something so sweet.
Sejanus comes with a grunt, his length pulsing inside Coriolanus ending it all for him too.
He clings to the man, wanting to be held. Sejanus pulls carefully out, but stays close, kissing his forehead, and playing with his hair.
The next morning he is waking up in a small, cozy attic apartment in Brooklyn. The place is empty, but on the nightstand, covering his phone he finds a blue note. Getting breakfast. Don’t go yet?
After quickly washing for the day in the bathroom, and stealing a clean t-shirt from Sejanus’ closet he walks around the place. Sejanus has lots of colorful art, and Broadway posters. He seems pictures from Sejanus’ career, memories of hard work and earned success.
Coriolanus hears the door opening, but it doesn’t stop his exploration. He is not getting nosy in the bathroom cabinets, or going through Sejanus’ personal files, just watching, and trying to form a genuine image of this exciting new person.
”Haven’t you heard about curiosity killing the cat?”
”Is this the part where you stab me, and then chop my gorgeous body into pieces?”
”No. I don’t mind you looking.” Sejanus puts the paper bags and drinks from the coffee shop down, giving him a light smile that makes Coriolanus' heart beat a little faster.
”Can I kiss you?”
”Yes, please.” Absolutely. As much as he wants. Sejanus’ mouth is just as sensual and soft as last night, and he stays close, his pleasantly big hand holding Coriolanus’ waist.
”You are even more beautiful in morning light.”
”Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He is in a bright red hoodie, and a pair of jeans, and had just taken off his dark sunglasses.
”I don’t usually hook up like this. You never know what kind of obsessed people you meet at the theater.”
”I don’t think you hook up at all.”
”You are right there. Would it be possible to take you out on a proper date?”
He stays. For breakfast, and then for a slow day in the city with Sejanus. Sejanus says goodbye at the door of Coriolanus’ building, and Coriolanus is already wondering where to take him for their next date.