The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Morning had been rough for Ron as he entered the agency building and was greeted by Heather like every morning when he bothered to show up for a shoot. Richard had been pleased to see him as he was panicking about the possibility of him not arriving when they had a new theme to discuss with him for an upcoming project. Ron had not been thrilled in the least about being bombarded when he had only just walked into the door, but he went along with it, choosing to quell his raging temper least he encounter another problem with his bloodlust as he had when indulging the whore in the darkened alley. Just as on any other day, Ron had been dressed rather impeccably, wearing a sleeve button shirt black suit slacks, and shiny black dress shoes as he moved about the building and down the winding halls, his sunglasses were a dark brown tint, and did their best to shield his eyes from the bright lights that made his apparent blood handover all the worse when ventured into without them.
He caught sight of a half-naked Oliver Lorenz who appeared to have something on his mind as he avoided seeing him in the wake of his bloodlust and the subsequent intrusion of the handsome thin man's younger sister bursting in on their latest romp. Oliver's dark eyes were filled with question and longing alike as he stood in his dark green boxer briefs his long olive oil-tanned legs exposed as well as his well-toned abs and chest. He'd been quite handsome in his upkeep maintaining his signature short beard and his optimal unkempt messy black hair as his eyes once more trailed after Ron who had briefly passed him in the hall amid Richard's endless chatter.
Oliver had been of the mind to approach when he could get a spare moment in as he'd been more than willing to accommodate Ron Hemming should the need arise. It took quite a bit of doing to get his little sister to lay off in terms of her concern about his newfound relationship with his co-worker, but she had loved her brother and wanted what was best for him. He assured her that he knew what he was doing with Ron despite his well-known playboy reputation. Oliver had even shared that Ron himself had called him a fool for falling for him in the first place.
The brute in question had continued to travel along the corridors of the building while Richard spoke about the upcoming shoot and whom he'd be working with. From his understanding, Ron had been told it was a jungle theme of sorts and that the attire would be green and black with a black backdrop and the product on the market would be men's cologne. Ron rolled his eyes at having to endure yet another tribal commercial for the sake of a rancid-smelling product, but he was looking forward to working with Oliver Lorenz in front of a camera again.
Ron had agreed to see the layout of the new theme and headed into his dressing room to get changed leaving Richard to hustle and get everything in working order before he emerged for the shoot.
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Ron's Dressing Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
After closing the door behind him, Ron Hemming found the peace that came from solitude to be quite rare and welcome as he moved through his dressing room quickly undressing and tossing his clothes onto the nearby sofa. The pair of dark green boxer briefs that Oliver had worn were waiting on one of his chairs as he ventured toward the vanity on the far wall. He rolled his eyes at the unseemly color and continued to strip down. He had recently tossed his jeans onto the sofa along with his boxer shorts when the door to his dressing room opened and Oliver Lorenz had made his way inside.
Ron knew he'd eventually find a way to follow him and smirked as his enormous cock bobbed with his movements as he stood naked before his off-and-on lover as the handsome thin man approached him after locking the door behind him.
They didn't need any words, it had become something along the lines of routine for them as Ron wrapped a large hand around Oliver's neck and pulled him into a heated kiss before lifting him off the floor and carrying him toward the sofa. Oliver moaned as the brute began licking and kissing at the exposed flesh of his neck. Oliver ran his hands along Ron's washboard abs moaning all the more as his cock began to swell and tent his boxer briefs. Ron's had been throbbing and dripping the moment he'd been pressed up against the moaning smaller man.
The handsome thin pale man barely had time to gasp before Ron smacked him across his ample arse and kissed along the back of his neck as he pinned Oliver's body chest first against the sofa and positioned himself behind him before forcefully impaling him in one go. Oliver had been on the verge of tears as he found himself given to the sensation of being filled via his lover after so long an absence.
Ron gripped the smaller man via the hips and pumped his own as if he'd been in a frenzy. The short gasps and hisses from Oliver had put the brute back into the mindset of being at his apartment before his little sister had entered the place and walked in on them. He pumped his hips harder and harder determined to get off before the start of the shoot. Oliver whimpered and moaned as Ron's brisk movements jolted him across the sofa and floor respectively. The handsome thin man closed his eyes feeling the bundle of nerves being pummeled by his brutish lover and losing himself in every stimulating second of it.
Ron had missed the warm tightness that came with shoving his enormous cock into Oliver Lorenz and smirked when the weaker man arched his back meeting each of his brutal thrusts. His scent was intoxicating and the spectacle of taking him when so many people had been around and possibly searching for them had made it all the more of an intense rush. The telltale glow of Ron's normally hazel eyes had given a great indication as to how much he'd been losing himself in the sensation of drilling his cock in and out of the whimpering smaller man's shapely arse.
The moans quicked Ron's pace as Oliver found that his cock was spurting along the sofa as Ron continued to pick up the pace. His hands-free release via Ron's intense pounding had been what he missed the most about the freakishly hung brute of a man. The sounds of them rutting like mad men filled the dressing room amid the slapping for flesh as Oliver did his best to take what Ron had been dishing out even as his own body had been near exhaustion in the wake of his rapid-fire releases.
Oliver bit his bottom lip as Ron worked his body grunting and groaning in the wake of the sweat and sensation passing between them.
"Shit...so deep." moaned Oliver gripping the sofa cushions as Ron continued to pound him against it.
Ron growled once again as he gripped Oliver's olive oil-tanned hips tighter and tighter, as he felt the throbbing via his cock that had signaled his release coming full force as he thrust harder and harder before the bursts came one after another prompting him to pin Oliver via his body to the floor and fill him as deeply as he could manage it.
The boiling hot thick yellow seed filled the panting Oliver and then some leaking where it could as Ron shoved himself deeper and deeper stretching the handsome thin man to his limits as he deposited more and more inside him. Panting in his own right, Ron captured the smaller man's lips via a forced kiss after pulling his head back with his unkempt and sweat-blasted black locks.
They both collapsed onto the floor for several moments attempting to catch their collective breath as Oliver attempted to get feeling back into his legs and the sensation back in his toes. Ron lay on his back with his slick cock pointed straight into the air and his hands on his chest as he looked up at the ceiling and attempted to quell his raging lust before venturing back out with the other mortals.
Oliver smiled sweetly as he watched his brutish lover and briefly closed his eyes as he too composed himself.
"I've missed you," he said between breaths.
"I ain't hard to find," replied Ron meeting his gaze.
"No," replied Oliver with a smile. "That you are not."
Ron had been the first to get up from the floor but made sure to swat Oliver across his already sore arse as he lay there trying to get himself together following their rather spirited act.
The wolfish brute had gone to get dressed slipping into the green boxer briefs while his cock was still dripping and very much aroused. If the mortals wanted him to do a primal shoot then he'd do a primal shoot, but it wouldn't just be for the foul-smelling cologne.