Facade

cupping his head and kissing him hungrily. Jonas felt the hardness of the corset against his chest and hardness of a different kind a little lower.
    “I’ll have to remember how much doing these shows turns you on,” Jonas said as Nicky broke the kiss.
    “It doesn’t usually, but I had something to look forward to this time,” Nicky admitted, placing small kisses along Jonas’s jaw line and neck. “I’ve always wanted to have a hurried fuck in a moving limousine.”
    “We’re not moving yet,” Jonas stated the obvious.

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    Zahra
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    Nicky turned around toward his driver. “Take the long way home, Marcus, and please close the partition.” The car pulled from the curb as the darkened partition between the driver’s cabin and the back seats zoomed up.
    “So what’s with the corset?” Jonas asked, a little hesitantly.
    Nicky chuckled. “That’s another fantasy, but because we simply don’t have all the time in the world, I figured we could combine a few.” He obviously saw the not-entirely-sure look on Jonas’s face. “We can take it off if you prefer.” Jonas shook his head. “It’s your dime.” Nicky looked hurt. “Don’t say that,” he replied blankly.
    Jonas realized how harsh it had sounded and he cupped Nicky’s buttocks to pull the young man closer toward his own excited groin. “I’m sorry. Tell me what you want.” He tried to sound genuine and seductive at the same time.
    Nicky studied his eyes for a few moments before deciding it was okay. “I was all worked up before we started,” he whispered against Jonas’s mouth, just grazing their lips together. “Being laced into the tight corset….” His voice drifted off. “…But you can’t hide a raging erection in these trousers, so I had to wank.” By now, Jonas’s hand was rubbing over Nicky’s hard shaft, the soft cotton of the codpiece separating the two. “But I couldn’t come. Not until I licked my fingers and pushed them inside of me.” Nicky’s hands were fumbling with the hidden fastenings of the codpiece. “Fuck, why did I have to make it so complicated?” Jonas chuckled. “Because it needed to look good too?”
    “Screw looking good! I want you buried deep inside me!” Jonas tried to help, but gave up quickly, since it only seemed to make matters worse. “Just take off your pants.”
    “Can’t,” Nicky answered curtly. “It’s a one piece, that’s why I gave it the flap, so you could fuck me with it on!”
    “Not to mention it gave it something special? You want codpieces to come back in style?”

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    Nicky giggled in frustration. “The idea was good, but they’re too hard to handle in a crisis.”
    Jonas felt Nicky fumble with the zipper on his designer trousers and gasped slightly when Nicky’s hand freed his erection, pulling the elastic of his boxers below his sac. Nicky leaned down and licked a bead of precome off the slit. Jonas almost came right there and then but managed to breathe through it as Nicky moved away to sit on the side seat, still trying to undo the codpiece.
    “Supplies are to your left.”
    As Jonas was rolling on the condom, Nicky managed to undo the fastenings and he sighed with relief when his purple cock sprang free. When Nicky grabbed the lube and started coating Jonas’s latex-clad erection with it, Jonas kissed his forehead. “Let me prep you?” Nicky shook his head and before Jonas could protest more, Nicky sank down over his thick, pulsing member with a loud groan.
    Jonas cradled him instantly, holding him still to allow him to adjust.
    Nicky was incredibly tight and Jonas knew it wouldn’t be painless.
    “You’ll hurt yourself this way, darling.” Nicky looked up at Jonas, the tears glistening in his eyes enough proof that he wasn’t entirely comfortable.
    “Let’s take this slower, baby,” Jonas tried.
    “No,” Nicky sighed. “No, you feel so good, Jonas. I wanted this last night, but you didn’t come inside me, and then this morning we were running late, and….” He slowly started moving, pushing away the pain of the intrusion, and Jonas eventually felt him relax as they got into a leisurely rhythm. Never missing a beat, Nicky started unbuttoning Jonas’s shirt and running his hands over the light dusting of chest hair. Jonas in turn ran his hands over the tight hardness of the corset, feeling his way around the soft ribs of the garment. It gave Nicky a clear waistline and broadened at the top and bottom to give him more