Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Two]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
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ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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Redd knew he would only feel secure once he was behind the locked door of a hotel suite. He'd organised the bookings; requested the bells and whistles in the hotel room-- the last few weeks had been stressful and busy-- with all the negotiations and getting things signed and sorted, mentally positioning his army and his business facade, and making sure the whole thing could run efficiently for a significant amount of time-- plenty of time for him to invest in other projects while everything turned to smoke-- he'd had very little time to sleep, let alone enjoy the finer things in life.
He slept on the plane, his guard finally down after they'd left the country, a few high-end cocktails and Xanax coursing through his system finally allowing him respite. Wellington had already fallen asleep, his usually distant and only slightly suspect affect dropping completely, as his head rested on Redd's shoulder and he snored quietly. People had looked at them before, but they might have seen a young up-and-coming rock star and his eccentric manager; Wellington was always savvy enough to maintain an air of mystery-- maybe he was the old man's toy boy, but maybe he wasn't. But now, to anyone who would have noticed, they weren't just in a professional arrangement; fatigue and alcohol had brought down Wellington's usually well-constructed barriers.
The past few days had been intense for him, too, and everything about him looked haggard and... dry. Redd had brushed that badly-dyed yellow curl from his face, watching him breathe, listening to the light snores, and smiled to himself at the thought of the hotel room awaiting them.
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Of course he'd only booked out the most expensive room in the place, of course he'd requested that the spa bath in the central area be filled to the brim and waiting, of course there was the mysterious bowl of white powder waiting on the glass coffee table like some sort of decoration-- but Wellington knew better. Redd dazzled and fascinated people, and this easily included hospitality industry workers, some of whom seemed to be very well connected. He smirked at the bowl of cocaine and remembered that time when the older man had pushed his fringe out of his eyes, and said in a low growl, "Some time soon, I'm going to have to do lines off those simply perfect little thighs of yours..."
It was interesting, really-- for a man as committed to the good things in life as Redd White was, he was also incredibly controlled. As well as he did pleasure, he did business, and it was probably only due to this that he'd managed to slip under the legal radars for so long. Part of this, of course, was ascertaining people's uses and talents and then exploiting them to the hilt.
Seducing Wellington had been simply a matter of showing up. But Wellington had rather enthusiastically proven he had particular talents which could be harnessed and utilised, and the two had made a formidable team.
Redd himself had steered clear of Wellington's talents, however. It would have been mixing business with pleasure, and when you were tense and planning, you didn't have time to do that, hence the hotel room, a final reward for good business management and a scheme gone right.
Wellington's major failing was that he believed himself to be smarter than he was. That arrogance made him beautiful and formidable, but it also made him easy to manipulate. Wellington had also grown dangerously close to White, too, which bothered the older man. Give them some ego, make them feel a little too important, and they start thinking they own you. And then, they start getting jealous of others.
That was a concern which could be dealt with later, he reasoned, watching the younger man place his bags on the table next to the bowl of white powder. He always seemed to carry an enormous amount of stuff with him-- "University stuff," he'd said-- apparently the snappy little fashionista fancied himself as a photographer, too. Redd never asked too many questions: this was business, of course, not personal.
He watched as the younger man took in the sight of filled, steaming hot tub, and removed his glasses.
"Yes," he said, throwing a couple of suitcases on the oversized bed on the other side of the room, "You really ought to have a soak-- it's been a long flight afterall."
"It's been a long week," Wellington said darkly, unbuttoning his jacket and carefully removing it. He turned around, watching Redd watching him, a sly smile gracing his lips as he watched the younger man undress. That was something Redd could appreciate-- Wellington had no sense of shame about that perfect little body of his and the enjoyment it was capable of providing. In a way, they were cut from the same cloth, but Wellington was less dignified and more carnal: Redd could never imagine trying to persuade people to do things with sex. But what the boy lacked in experience and vocabularary fantasticness, he certainly could provide with other parts.
Redd watched as he slipped his pants off, revealing thin, taut legs and perfectly rounded buttocks. He dropped one of the cases at the foot of the bed, oblivious to it popping open and the green rustle of money bursting forth. He watched as Wellington daintily stepped into the hot tub, that perfect body now obscured by the fizz of the spa jets.
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He heard the other man's footsteps change-- Redd had removed his shoes and was padding across the hotel room with bare feet, casually shedding clothing. "That was the plan after all."
He sat on the bench next to Richard, the look on his face suggesting that he was trying to work out where to move next with his young associate. But upon hearing him enter the water, Richard opened one eye, and drifted over to the bench Redd was seated on, eager and interested.
Redd wasn't going to make the first move; he worried that as a man of image, it would look desperate to be chasing after pretty young things; sleazy, like he was some kind of dirty old man. But with Richard, he didn't need to do any chasing; money and charisma and still intact good looks were reason enough for Wellington to sidle up next to him, an arm snaking around his neck. He'd always been demonstrative in private, that one-- Redd had seen the camera footage of Wellington offering extra incentives to hesitant investors. The tapes served as potential blackmail, particularly when the investors had lives which seemed at odds with enjoying being sucked off under a pizza parlor table by a pretty boy.
In public, he was cool and aloof and arrogant. But alone, like this, both their guards dropped. They could be themselves here, just two hedonists enjoying the finer things in life and one another's company and bodies.
"This is extremely pleasant," Richard said, "It reminds me of when I was twelve and my parents took me to Europe and I saw..." His insignificant statement was halted by Redd, who'd turned to him, kissing him hungrily.
With no need to talk now, Richard eagerly returned the kiss, before breaking away abruptly, a scandalous expression on his face, eyes darting towards the oversized bed.
"Maybe we should have taken the spa afterwards," Redd said with a knowing smirk. "I didn't imagine you'd be so eager following the long flight.
"For you?" Richard wheedled. "Always."
"There hasn't even been a once, yet, Richard," Redd said with a slight smirk. "Though... if you insist..." His body was screaming disagreement to the coolness he was trying to project; even under the bubbling water he could feel his cock twitching with interest and there was a ravenous glimmer in his eyes which he wasn't making any attempt to hide.
Richard wanted to play it cool, but youthful impatience took over. "I'll wait on the bed," he said casually, stepping out of the tub slowly, once again enjoying the look on Redd's face as he watched him emerge from the water. He flicked his hair back, his long golden streak damp with steam and water for the tub, and he shot a come-hither look at the older man who looked conflicted-- like he was caught between maintaining a cool facade and taking his time and wanting to run up behind him and slam him into the bed.
He didn't move from the hot tub instantly. Hie lay back, stretching his arms behind him as he watched Richard cross the room, retrieving his glasses from the table, before plopping himself down on the bed.
"We have a lot of money here," he called out in sing-sing, noticing the notes scattered on top of the covers. He jumped onto bed and lay on his front, legs bent at the knees up behind him, picking up notes at random.
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He was a people-reader, plain and simple, and he knew that Richard wanted him to want him-- and he knew that all he had to do was play aloof and he'd get the most out of his associate-- he'd wind him up into a frenzy before anything happened.
He smiled.
Richard had to want it, because if not... it could be walking into dangerous territory. He didn't need any more complications-- but he could do with one less.
"I know! I'll be your accountant!"
"You're much better at human relations and being pretty," Redd said, in a cheerful, lighthearted manner that could have been a joke-- or could hve been a joke at Richard's expense.
The younger man ignored the comment, but allowed himself to glance towards the window, his face tilted away from Redd's gaze.
He knew Redd was good at reading people.
Good at understimating them, too.
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Redd chuckled to himself from the spa, still eyeing his younger accomplice on the bed. "I don't know personally," he said. "Though I believe your talents in a number of areas are widely known."
"Why don't you come on over here and find out?"
That, combined with the way Richard had shifted himself on the bed, rolling over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling-- was enough for White. He couldn't hide the rush in his step as he moved towards the bed, the urgency and the speed and the sheer pent up want which had been bothering him for months.
He'd seen the videos and knew all too well about the way Richard operated. He wanted comfort and decadence over urgency, though, he wanted to take his time with him; it would be the first and last time for them, and he planned to enjoy himself. For some reason he couldn't quite explain, he wanted the pretty little slut on the bed in front of him to remember him. Richard slept with people indiscriminately; but he, Redd White-- wasn't just anyone. He was an experience, and he planned to make sure Wellington remembered that.
He climbed onto the bed, the smirk still on his lips as he watched Wellinton idly playing with a couple of notes which had popped out of the case.
"You love it, don't you?" he asked.
There was no mistaking the look on the younger man's face. "Yes."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
Reaching over across Richard's taut, naked body, he retrieved another of the cases and popped it open, turning it upside down and showering him with the soft, worn rustle of the notes.
Laughing, Richard reached up, pulling Redd into an embrace, grabbing his neck possessively, alive and relaxed and in a state of bliss.
Redd broke away. "You look simply stunning like that," he said. And he did. There was an almost displaced sadness in the back of his mind, thinking about how futile and not permanent this situation was going to be; this, however, only made the resolve to enjoy it and make it memorable much more intense.
"I know." Rolling around on the mattress, the green notes sticking to him, Richard knew he looked good. And the smell and texture of the money against him was amazing, too: it was probably a fetish few people were able to indulge in. Which made it all the more exclusive and special and...
"I think I love you," he chuckled as Redd casually opened another brief case. "All my life I've looked for someone who was an equal in terms of wit and style and gorgeousness, and now I've found him." He chuckled again, before pulling Redd closer as another cascade of money showered over him. "Let's take on the world together."
"I want to do something else, first," Redd said slyly.
He knew where Richard's talents lay, but desperation for release had overtaken him. He crushed himself against the other man, his lips pressed against his, soft yet tight, violent yet lustful.
Richard moaned softly under the kiss, and felt himself harden as Redd's hands travelled down his body. With the sense of arousal came the sense of power, as always-- he'd reduced the suave, cool businessman to this. Soon Redd would be nothing but shuddering and gibberish-- and it was all his doing.
Strong hands gripped him possessively, legs were entangled around one another, there was skin on skin and the inimitable smell of money in the air.
"I want you," he murmured as Redd crushed against him for another kiss.
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Love this. ♥
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"Mmmm." Redd had a very contented smile on his face. "We can talk afterwards, Richard," he said warmly, trying to hide his urgency and appear in control. Notes had stuck to Richard's damp skin and Redd brushed them away, as though they were an irritation. He reached across the bed and over Wellington, finding a small bottle on the bedside table. Smoothing some of the liquid from it onto his hands, he rubbed them down the younger man's back, thrilled with the twitching, pale muscles beneath his fingertips.
Leaning over the top of him, he breathed into an ear. "I want to fuck you," he said in a low, breathy whisper. "I want to feel you underneath me, having the time of your life..."
"I want you to talk to me," Richard said coyly, aware of his erection pressed hard into the mattress, "I want you to tell me all of the brilliant
things you've done and you're doing, Redd..."
Redd's hands moved lower, massaging the oil into Richard's skin, smoothing down taut and willing muscles, and curving flirtatiously between his arse. "I'll talk to you," he said with a slight chuckle, as the younger man tilted his hips upwards. "Tell you about all my brilliant work..." His other arm was draped over Richard's shoulder, casually toying with his lips, thumb flicking the bottom on a though he was lazily strumming a guitar. "That sounds... like fun." Richard's response was to open his mouth slightly, to allow something between a gasp and a moan to escape. he stretched slightly, craning his neck to take his mentor's index and middle fingers in his mouth, sucking on them greedily, as though offering a euphemism for what others had experienced.
"God," Redd murmured. "You're insatiable." He slipped his other index finger, slicked with oil, between the soft mounds of his arse, smiling when his protege murmured before replying.
"I know," breathed Richard, "You don't need to tell me that. Tell me a story, though, Redd... tell me how you've ended up here..." He gasped as the pressure from Redd's finger increased, pushing at him, taunting him. "I want to hear your magnificence while... feeling it..." There was a whine in his voice, a pleading.
"Very well then," Redd said with a smirk. There wasn't much that was more arousing them having a willing, wanton young body underneath him, particularly when it was as beautiful as Richard's-- though being able to revel in his own narcissism came close. Richard had inadvertantly combined the two, and as he dripped some more oil casually down the small of his back, Redd felt a twinge of guilt at the idea of what would follow this escapade. Maybe Richard was right, and they really were two of a kind.
"Of course," Redd started, as he gently prodded at Richard's entrance, slowly, carefully-- "The plan for this particular project began when I was still in prison..." He moved back and forth carefully, as though testing the waters, aware of Richard's speeding pulse and his tongue caressing his other hand, the warmth of his mouth and the tantalising movement, "I'm heavily indebted to the inherent corruption of the good men and women who work at Lawndale Correctional..." He pushed his finger in a bit deeper now, eliciting a soft moan from Richard. "They were the lovely people who helped me get the ball rolling..."
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Maybe he was distracting himself, trying to delay the rush of orgasm, maybe it was a way of taking his mind off what was really happening. Either way, Redd didn't seem to notice, and wasn't adverse to sharing the rest of his story.
"And then," he continued, still moving in-and-out of Richard at the same steady pace, "I was transferred... to minimum security. My lawyers argued that I was a model prisoner-- and of course, I was-- and that I posed a significantly low risk of reoffending or being a danger to the community given that the murder was primarily motivated by exceptional circumstances relating to the management of my business..."
He moved his other hand away from Richard's mouth, and ran it down the other man's back. Richard moaned again, his pace increasing slightly. Evidently the younger man shared Redd's hedonistic tendencies and wanted to make this last as long as possible, too. Once again, Redd found himself wondering if he'd written him off a bit too quickly.
"More," he said in a rasp. "More..."
Redd wasn't sure if he meant more of the story or more of anything else. But... he'd get that later on. Much more, he thought with a smirk as he smoothed some more oil onto his free hand.
"I made contacts," he said. "I was smart-- there were enough corrupt officials in the system and being a man of intelligence and very good EQ, I was able to detect who they were easily enough." He chuckled to himself as Richard twitched beneath him. "I kept myself a little dossier; names, positions, addresses, secrets... people are so easy to figure out, my dear... all on my trusty laptop now-- I know all their secrets... People," he ended with, on a sneer.
"I know," Richard said with a smirk and a slight gasp, "You've figured out what I want well enough, haven't you?"
Redd chuckled to himself, pushing into Wellington a little more insistently now. "Admittedly, you've been quite easy, Wellington," he said arrogantly, "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were an absolute slut."
Richard chuckled to himself. "Well done," he said coyly, not sounding at all offended. He paused dramatically, flicking his neck back and the fringe out of his eyes. "Continue, Redd," he said. "I'm most certainly not satisfied yet."
"Well," Redd said, "I started looking into a business plan... something that... ahhh--" a second finger slipped alongside the first, and Redd was interrupted for a moment, temporarily lose for a moment as he tried to imagine what it would be like actually fucking Wellington-- "Something that would be benign enough to not draw attention, and where I could utilise my previous skills..." He trailled off, and his other hand reached under Richard's chest, casually tweaking at a nipple as the other man gasped, surprised. "And... then..." he said, breaths short and rasping now, "I got some of the old team on board-- Berlow, Mason, Gregor, Lyles..."
"Urgh..." Richard thrust back against him. "Godyou'regood," he mumbled, loudly and insistently. He moved upwards, resting on his hands, leaving absolutely no question to Redd as to what he was wanting as the older man's fingers slipped back into him.
For some reason, this got at Redd; was it his story, his clever handiwork, or his ability with his fingers-- that was having this result? Either way, Richard's response was encouragement.
"Of course," he said, trying to keep his voice even, noticing the way there were still notes stuck to the back of Richard's thighs God that looks sexy-- it's a pity no one's filming this-- "I blackmailed them, too."
"I know you did," Richard said with a sly smirk. "I think I had something to do with that."
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Richard pushed back insistently, greedily-- Redd wondered if he was enjoying hearing about himself, and decided, being the fantabulous people-reader he was, that he'd indulge him. "Easy, now," he cautioned, removing his hand and ignoring the pathetic whine from Richard, "I'm planning on enjoying you..." He found the bottle of oil again, and emptied it onto Richard's back, watching him, realising what was happening, tilt himself on an angle, giving Redd a perfect view of the oil running down the curve of his back, in little rivulet between his arse and over...
Redd gasped. If he'd known this one was such a show pony, they probably could have done a lot more with him.
"I remember when I met you," he murmured, leaning over Richard again, huskily whispering in his ear, his fingers casually following the trail of the oil down his back, and nestling at his entrance once more. "You were in a park and you told me you'd been away for awhile and just returned and that you were wondering what had happened to some of your old business associates..."
"I couldn't believe it was you," Richard murmured as Redd's fingers brushed against him, teasing him once more.
"And I'll admit, I was momentarily smitten with such a gorgeous thing looking at me as though I was close to godlike," Redd bragged. "I simply had to talk to you. You told me you were returning to university from a leave of absence, and you smiled at me in a way that just made me know we were going to be wonderful business partners."
A fingertip lightly penetrated him, and was quickly joined by a second rubbing against it, pushing into him, the oil seemingly offering the promise of something more. Richard moaned again, as Redd chuckled to himself. "How long was it before we got you working on the clients?" he asked.
"A couple of weeks, I think," Richard murmured, pushing back against Redd's frustratingly conservative hand, "Two or three, maybe..."
Redd chuckled. "You're so unsubtle," he sniffed, "But if you insist..." He pushed a third finger into Richard, who thrust back against him, frustrated, wanting...
Leaning over him again, and whispering into his ear, Redd sounded incredibly in control of the situation, his voice heavy with lust and want.
"You know," Richard whined, "You could do something else with that other hand..."
Redd chuckled. "You have absolutely no shame," he said. "It's what I love about you."
"You don't, either," Richard murmured as Redd's other hand shifted to his cock and began stroking; still irritatingly yet tantalisingly slowly, the movement in sync with the gradually deepening thrusts into him. "Tell me more..."
"That was around the time we started selecting investors," he continued, an even pace along with his movement, "We specifically selected people who would be susceptible to blackmail after that first one..."
"The... first one?" Richard asked, slightly taken by surprise at a slight variation in movement from Redd.
"Investor Number One was a very conservative politician. And a deeply religious, married man. It would been the end of him if word got out that he enjoyed your talents, Richard."
"I never knew that," Richard said sharply, surprised.
"I never told you," Redd said, his hand gravitating away from Richard's cock and moving up his neck to appreciate the muscles and skin up there-- "I never tell anyone everything, Richard-- it's a way of maintaining control of a situation."
"I know," Richard said idly, irritated at the movement away from his throbbing member. He was tempted to just change position and take control of the situation, finish it up, end this tantalising torment-- but he couldn't.
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Richard twisted around, pushing himself back into Redd's hands. He hadn't known that, but this was what he was doing: making a guarded, powerful man with a very tough social veneer-- drop it. He'd gained a few other useful tidbits from Redd's bragging as well.
"God, you're a filthy little slut," Redd sneered as he felt the thrusts becoming more powerful and Richard's warm, undulating muscles are his fingertips. "Are you ever satisfied?"
Richard pushed up against him urgently. "I might be when you fuck me," he said with a pout. "And... tell me more..."
A hand came down on him then, a hard, very oily slap which stung with an angry red ferocity. Richard whined, and turned around to look Redd in the eye. "Kinky," he murmured. "Investor Number Six liked that..."
"That's for the cheek," Redd said, half playful, half warning. "No one makes demands of me."
And Richard murmured something under his breath at that moment which was, to a panting Redd, somewhat inaudible.
The problem was that the demand was one Redd wanted to succumb to, but this little wretch needed to know his place, even in the final moments of their time together. God, he was good-- good fun, too, and he looked good and felt good and made the right bodily responses and noises and...
If he wanted to be fucked so badly, fine. Why deny a young hedonist his desires? Give the sentenced man his final meal and all...
He removed his fingers abruptly, garnering a whimper from Richard-- most likely from the shock-- before he placed his damp slick cock at the younger man's entrance.
"Oooh... mmmm...." Richard twisted contentedly, like a cat rubbing up against someone's legs. "Do it," he said huskily. "And keep talking to me."
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No more of this coy pussy-footing around-- he thrust into Wellington with no warning, a gasp of shock coming from the younger man, a hiss through clenched teeth. At least, for the moment, it was silence and stillness.
But then came the equally quick, and unexpected sense of Richard pushing back against him, still wanton, still a slut, still entirely insatiable. Beautiful as it was-- was there nothing that would shock this one?
In the back of his mind was the snide sense that he always had, and always would have the upper hand-- maybe the final blow, so to speak, would be proof of that rather than this activity. Here he could lull Richard into a sense that everything was fine, that his protege was running the show with his depraved and hungry body-- when in fact...
"Ugggh..." There was no complaint from Redd however; Richard was a seasoned professional at this. And no matter how many others he'd had, he would damn well remember this, too. He thrust into him again violently, pushing him forwards, as Wellington bit his bottom lip, bracing himself. Maybe he was used to taking it up the arse, but this-- Redd's sheer power and stamina wasn't what he was used to.
But Wellington only moaned lightly, his breath coming out in short bursts. "Fuck!" he gasped.
Redd chuckled slightly. "You like this, don't you?" he growled, thrusting into him again, his other hand making its way back to Richard's mouth-- he seemed an expert when it came to the little touches, too-- and it had been quite the treat feeling him suckling on his fingers-- to which Richard acquiesed.
"God," Richard gasped again, his warm mouth taking in Redd's fingers, "Tell me the rest..."
It was unavoidable. There was no getting around it; in a non-intoxicated state, Redd wouldn't have said a word, merely chuckled and run a hand through Richard's hair, telling him that he was pretty and that was all that mattered, but his vulnerability and eagerness-- and blind narcissism-- was all too much. He truly was king of the hill right now, and nothing-- or no one-- could bring him down or get in his way...
"I turned them against one another," he said. "They're technically the ones running the company, and... ugggh"-- another swift, deep thrust into Richard's shuddering body-- "when the police start realising something's amiss, they're all going to be fighting it out trying to pin the blame on themselves. Of course I invested in a recruitment agency-- with my actual money, which is where most of the staff came from in the first place..." His breathing was speeding up with his pacing. It was like he really had to tell his story, he needed that release-- just like he needed to...
Richard could feel his strokes getting quicker and deeper, and found himself wondering just how much more he was going to get. Drenched in sweat and oil, with a few persistent notes still stuck to him, he was barely aware of what was happening anymore. All he knew was that Redd was just as good as he thought he was... which was refreshing. All too often men didn't appreciate what they had with him, they didn't know the meaning of a quality performance, they couldn't truly let go and enjoy themselves and...
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"Getting tired, are you?" Redd asked. And he sounded so smug about it, too.
"No," breathed Richard, steadying himself... "I can take... more..."
He could feel Redd, muscles and sweat and a surprisingly fit-- and nice-to-look at body for a man of his age-- on top of him, he could hear the soft slaps of skin meeting skin as they broke against one another like waves on a shoreline.
"What about the investors?" Richard asked in choppy breaths. "Won't they want their returns?"
"Ponzi scheme, my cunning little..." Redd's voice crackled off, the energy between them providing far too much interference. "Of course they're getting their money back, the genius is that they're just not paying for anything and yet they're still buying shares..." He gasped, heading towards orgasm, and thrust into Richard once more.
The younger man knew what to expect. He'd always found someone else's orgasm-- the fact that he could work powerful, intelligent and cunning people-- into this sort of state-- arousing-- and the moment he felt that indescribable fullness, the sticky warmth inside him, and the brief electrocuted shock of Redd twitching on top of him, he came with a quiet whimper, and collapsed against the mattress.
They lay there for a while, in a mess of sweat and pool water, the faint smell of chlorine all but hidden behind the overpowering odor of scented massage oil, money, and sex. Richard wasn't adverse to the latter-- there was an incredible sense of power in knowing you could make someone do that, get that response from another's body. Particularly when they were a conservative politician or a larger-than-life crooked businessman who no one would suspect enjoyed these sorts of things...
He rolled over, his body spent and tired and feeling as flaccid and drained as his cock.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked coyly, half-draped over Redd's spent body, trailing a finger down the older man's face, past his chin, down his chest...
Redd mumbled with a contented sort of approval, and remained lying there, on his back, an arm casually draped over Richard.
"You know," Richard murmured, "I think I was right in my earlier assessment of our situation..."
"Which was?" the older man asked. His voice was languid and relaxed, smug and content. "I feel a siesta might be a good plan for the moment, then maybe we can have some fun with the little present awaiting us on the table over there... because I'm sure an insatiable whore like yourself will want to suck me off afterwards... pity you missed your chance this afternoon..." He idly trailed his fingers through Richard's hair, playing with the blonde streak with a smirk of amusement. "Was that what you were going to suggest, my dear?"
Richard sighed unhappily. "I was thinking more along the lines of when I said that I felt as though I'd found something special in you... an equal." As if to demonstrate depth of feeling, he snuggled up to Redd, and planted a moist, tired kiss over his still-erect nipple. "What do you say, Mr. White?"
White laughed. A cruel, casual laugh.
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There was such condescending arrogance in his voice that it made Richard freeze. All through this escapade, he'd been the ultimate player, he'd dazzled people-- and he'd, at the same time, been seduced and dazzled by Redd White. It had been unavoidable.
And now...
"Are you telling me that I don't mean anything to you?" he asked. Unable to keep himself at one volume and pitch, his voice grew louder and higher, more out of control and frantic.
"But..."
Redd chuckled. "If you must know, my dear, you seemed a bit too good at what you were doing." He looked over Richard as though assessing him. "Of course, you're very pretty-- very pretty-- but... you lack the trait of the exotic which I so enjoy."
"What do you mean?" hissed Richard.
"What I mean is..." Redd let out a debonair laugh. "I should call you Everest," he said lightly, ignoring the look of hot betrayal on his protege's face. "I mean, so many people have been up there that it's really not a unique and memorable experience after awhile, is it?"
Suddenly, Richard felt very awake. A hotness stung his cheeks, humiliation and disgust. And... now that he thought about it, betrayal. And there was the irony: he now knew what it must have been like to have been one of those men he whored himself to in order to get people signing over their millions to Redd White-- only this was worse. They'd used him as a body they'd gotten what they'd paid for. He'd given Redd something else... and lost.
"Excuse me," he said quietly, stepping off the bed and padding through to the shower.
While he showered, Redd White slept lightly on the bed. He'd filled his need for some mindless pleasure, and he'd cut some more dead wood from the team. His mercy to Richard, his thanks for a good-- no-- excellent-- fuck-- was that he was letting him go, hoping that the younger man's arrogance and pride would cause him to keep his mouth shut.
"A pretty face and an indiscriminately open mouth can get you in a lotta trouble, Reddy-boy."-- Dan Berlow had warned him of that, but who was Dan Berlow? Awaiting trial for things he didn't even know about, and certainly not getting busy with a hot little piece of arse like Wellington... He rolled over, contented, wondering if the pretty boy could be convinced to hang around for a bit while he stayed in the hotel; perhaps they could do some lines, have some more mind-blowing sex, and then Wellington could go his own way-- amicably-- when Redd was headed overseas...
He heard footsteps pad out of the shower, and noticed a glistening and naked Wellington slink across the room. Reaching into the bag on the table, he pulled out a shirt and some slacks, and pulled them on. Redd watched carefully-- Wellington seemed overly casual-- or frantic-- he wasn't sure which. Then again, he was on holiday-- casual was understandable.
"Come back to bed," he said lazily. "Let me find out what the others meant when they said you knew what you were doing sucking cock..." There was a sneer in his voice.
And that was when Richard found himself adopting a new persona, riding on the arrogance and underhanded sneakiness of his former mentor, Redd White. A low, nasty chuckle emerged from him, no longer coy and cute, and he fluttered his all-too-long eyelashes in a menacing fashion. It was like he'd put his own spin on brilliance... Redd had taken him so far... but he was able to go further.
Redd's failing had been his arrogance. Redd's failing had been underestimating people. Well, one person: Richard Wellington.
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"Come on, you dirty little whore." His eyes sparkled warmly. Richard glared at him with contempt and snorted.
"I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you," he said sharply. He reached for the bags on the table, looked down into one, and stuck his hand into it.
"You know, I wouldn't be doing any of this had your attitude towards me been anything more than... that I was like everyone else." He smiled as he touched something in the bag, and looked back at Redd.
"I thought we were going places," Richard sniffed. "I thought my business with those investors you pimped me out to was going to help us make a life together. Take on the world," I remember one of us referring to it as..." He trailled off thoughtfully, kicking a shoe on, and looking over at the spa longingly. "It's a pity we didn't spend more time in there," he said, "But... you underestimated me, Mr. White." His voice was cold now, almost robotic, like he couldn't believe what he was saying.
Redd chuckled, an old-man laugh, the sort of noise which would put you at ease and make you sit down and be reasonable. "Come back to bed, Richard," he said, "You're wearing too many clothes right now..."
"And that's all I'll ever be to you, won't it?"
Redd blinked. Just what did Wellington think he was?
"But... surely you enjoyed it?" he asked.
"I did," Richard said. "If I'd had a problem with the sex, I'd have mentioned it then..." He looked over at the suitcases by the bed, and walked over to the one which remained shit, picking it up by the handle as though testing its weight.
"...My problem was with your attitude towards me." Deciding to take the case with him, he walked back over to the table to where his own things were.
"I didn't want to do this, Redd, but... just like you, I've had to employ contingency plans. As you said awhile ago, people aren't to be trusted." He batted his eyelashes again. "But, as you also said, their weaknesses can be exploited... as can their ...less than dignified moments."
"Richard-- whatever are you saying? You're talking nonsense..."
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