make-up test

It was sinking in that his time working at LuxTV was likely going to start getting a lot more eventful. With sex stunts. Toby couldn't have predicted this in a thousand years, not with the reputation and general persona he'd artfully cultivated all his time working here. His storyline was taking a bit of a plot twist now, wasn't it? Making a switch mid-season, even. Perhaps he'd been too dry, and losing ratings.

His lunch breaks being stolen away for other purposes was fine, as he didn't eat much anyway. He noted that he should probably start keeping a small bottle of lube in his pocket or hidden in his makeup kit. Condoms would make acting casual after quick fucks easy, clean, but Toby couldn't exactly claim to be invested in that over the pleasure of getting stuffed. Besides, there were plenty of things to do that wouldn't need that at all.

Heat rose to Toby's face at that pressure and the other stimulation. On the one hand, he wanted to get fucked already and didn't imagine they had that much time here, on the other… the sensation of Cecil against him, hard and enthusiastic, even while clothed was a delight. It was enjoyable, too, being fully nude and vulnerable while Cecil was the opposite. He loved this. Objectified, sexualized, glorified as a very attractive and desirable toy, getting Cecil so aroused just by being easy access. It was nice to be appreciated and lusted after, to sprawl out under him and be ravished.

God, Cecil could leer at and play with him all he wanted, as long as he kept praising him like that. Good boy. That brought back memories. People used to call him a good boy, an angel, constantly. Not anymore, though, of course, it was his own fault. Hearing it again after so many years and experiences was far too tempting. Had him hooked. He pressed at Cecil eagerly, letting out a shuddering sigh and arching his back a bit. He was a good boy.

He felt crazy about Cecil right then, extremely attracted, wanted him so bad. He reached his own hands up to squeeze Cecil's, keep them on him. There was a surge of excitement from the sound of that zipper, then a half choked gasp when the man was inside him. He clutched at the sheets then, just giving little 'ah, ah's and shutting his eyes as his world spun. Another rush of warmth at the way Cecil's voice trembled as he claimed him.

The pace relaxed, but then there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, Cecil's mouth and teeth in him, and Toby cried out loudly. Fuck that was a turn on, he was near drooling again, face and body burning. He'd likely be amused looking back on this, since what, was Cece a vampire now? But for the time being, he had to bite his own tongue to not spit out something stupid and in the thrill of the moment. Even so, the affection he was giving off in waves was powerful.

Toby was high on being used, violated, adored. He reached his orgasm easily, calling out Cecil's name, squirming and making happy, happy sounds. Bliss.

Toby glowed with pride. When Cecil moved away from him, he turned over to lie on his back again, stretching, catching his breath and cooling off. He watched Cecil, if only for the eye candy when he removed his pesky shirt, and then, to gigglesnort at his ridiculous preening- but mostly, he relaxed, still feeling sensitive and pleasant.

He looked up at the star's plastic, brilliant smile and smirked back lazily at it in return. He reached out to rest his hand over Cecil's on his thigh, and craned his head to examine the marks on his skin when he did. They were fading at the edges, so he cherished them while they lasted, running light fingers over wounded and oddly colored flesh.

Toby nodded. He was staying. "Sure," he then chirped, when asked to clean up the messes they kept making. Affection swelled in his chest. He was lying through his teeth. Such an adorable, condescending celebrity lover he'd found for himself. He only played nice half the time, and right then, his ability for it had just about been sucked dry and worn out. He was one hundred percent ready to tear right into that script without any concept of mercy, nor sympathy for well intentioned mistakes. Cleaning, not so much, he had to pass.

He grabbed and squished Cecil's cheeks. If he was going to be cheeky, this was what he fittingly got for it. Toby sat upright and scooted closer, touching at the man's horns curiously. He leaned up to give them little kisses, then did the same with Cecil's face before throwing his arms around him and tugging for something with a lot more tongue and heat before he left, clutching at him needfully.

He let Cecil go, pressing their foreheads together before flopping back down to the bed and smiling. "Seeya later, Cece. I'll catch up."