Chance Meeting of Two Unknown People

"If you've got a bed," he replied flatly, staring at his watch with a bored expression.

He crossed his arms somewhat girlishly.

"You're sitting on it. It's a pullout couch, so you need to move." He said, becoming a bit pushy.

He laughed.

"You seriously want to do it here? I'd hate to break your bed. If you're serious, come with me to a hotel."

He frowned deeper. This did not make him feel better about Cesario's sexual tendencies. In fact now he was even more scared.

Stil, he couldn't back out now. "Fine, fine." He said, managing to sound less nervous than he was.

-x-

Cesario ushered Draza into their nice, clean room, taking off his ridiculous jacket. He kept his shades on, however.

"When was the last time you showered?" he asked, throwing his shoes next to the door.

Draza gave him a harsh look.

"I shower every day thank you very much." He crossed his arms, obviously taking offense to the very offensive question.

He chuckled.

"Just wondering if you wanted to freshen up--but if you're really that eager, take off your clothes."

Draza started the process of taking off his clothes, which was far harder than none might expect. He was rather fond of his clothes, so he was rather careful in taking them off. When he finished, he placed them all on the chair neatly.

He smiled at Cesario, obviously incredibly confident in his body.

Cesario laughed, already laying on the bed naked.

"I like you, Dragovic. Now go on." He stretched out lazily, making no move to embrace Draza.

Draza crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over Cesario.

"I don't know what you like, so, you have to tell me if you want it to be really good." He said, smiling at him.

If he was nervous, he didn't show it at all anymore. In fact, Draza didn't feel so nervous at all; this was his natural territory. He was used to sex, he knew he was good at it. He was confident in his abilities.

He ran his hands over Cesario, wanting to get a feel for him first. First, his chest, then his abdomen, down his thighs and back up again. He loved taking his time, though he really had no idea what Cesario preferred.

Cesario shrugged, casting him a bored glance over the shades of his sunglasses.

"How am I supposed to know? I am used to people pleasuring me, and that is it."

"Really?" He asked, trying not to sound surprised. "I mean...that's fine."

He shrugged it off, moving his hands up towards Cesario's face.

"...can I take off your glasses?" He questioned quietly.

"I don't care," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Do a little dance, if you must--just impress me, or we'll be back to square one with me beating your face in, capisce?"

Draza did as he liked then, taking off Cesario's sunglasses and setting them on the bedside table. He ran his fingers through his hair before he cupped the back of his head and leaned down to kiss him.

Kissing Cesario was different than he expected, but not entirely unpleasant at all. He ran his hands back down Cesario's chest, running his fingers across the lines outlining his pecs and tracing circles around his nipples. While he did that with his hands, he kissed Cesario on the lips and on the cheek and eventually on the neck, on every small sensitive part he could. Beneath his chin, under his ear, where his neck meet his strong shoulders.

Whether or not Cesario was enjoying himself, Draza sure was.

Cesario chuckled, though he panted slightly.

"You make love like a whore."

Draza laughed to himself slightly, instead of taking offense. No one had ever particularly told him that, but he supposed it made sense. He really enjoyed catering to his partner's needs.

He moved his hands lower, first tracing the outlines of Cesario's abdomen with his fingertips, and then moving his hands to run along the lines of his hips and his stomach. He traced circles in the trail of hair on his lower stomach, next. He kissed Cesario's neck before moving to his collar bone and then farther down again, down to his chest. Slowly, he ran his tongue over the other man's nipple, unknowingly synchronizing the timing of the actions of his hands with the actions of his mouth.

His interest piqued for once, Cesario caressed Draza's cheek with his hand and forced his head upward so they were face-to-face. Raising an eyebrow as he examined his expression, he finally shrugged and pulled him into a kiss, running a hand through his hair.

It was one of the greatest compliments Cesario had ever given to a sex partner.

Draza was glad for an actual response from Cesario, but moreso he was glad it was a positive reaction. Besides any of that was concerned, it was a nice kiss. He found that he liked how much larger Cesario was compared to him. Most of his partners before this hadn't been all that different in stature than he was, but this was a welcome difference.

As they kissed, Draza inched his hands down Cesario's stomach to his legs, running his fingers tips over his sensitive inner thighs.

Cesario let out a small, pleasured sigh. He had never been much of a moaner of a screamer, much to the frustration of most of his partners.

Draza minded far less; this actually motivated him further. The more noises he heard from Cesario, the better job he was doing, and since he heard so few it made it even more exciting. At least, that's what Draza felt.

He traced his fingers across Cesario's thighs, and soon his hands found their way to the place they were headed for anyway. He gently touched and traced him there as he would anywhere. He felt him up, softly teasing him with his fingers.

If it hadn't been obvious before, Draza kind of really loved the male body.

"And you're this good with flowers, Signore?" asked Cesario with a small laugh.

Draza smiled at that.

"I suppose it depends on your opinion..." He replied softly.

After he spoke, he finally wrapped his fingers around Cesario instead of teasing him so much. He moved his hand deliberately slowly, however, as he started off.

Cesario didn't seem to mind, choosing to toy with Draza's hair as he was played with. Though he was used to being pleasured, there was something different about Draza's efforts, and he liked it.

Slowly, he sped up his movements. He had almost forgotten, for a moment, that Cesario was the man who had punched him in the jaw earlier. Now he seemed so much different; calmer. He was playing with his hair in a delightful way that seemed impossible for someone like Cesario.

He gently slid his hand over Draza's back and chest, touching every inch of him he could reach. The man on top of him was interesting, so interesting. This wouldn't make a half-bad exchange, Cesario decided. Draza's rates were small enough; paying them for sexual favors seemed worth it.

Best of all, he wouldn't have to break that pretty face.