He'd worn so many of them on stage for a costume, that he hadn't realized how much he had started to like them. Not the character, the actor. They felt nice on his skin. They flowed nicely when he moved. And so, it had started with dresses. Only the dresses.
But soon it became other things. Womens' underwear, lacy panties and stuffed bras. High heels (he was thankful for his small, dainty feet). Makeup, similar to the stage makeup he wore all the time.
Oh sure, he'd only wear them on stage, or in the privacy of his own home, but he loved how it felt. He loved how it made him look. And damn, if he couldn't pull it off. He looked better as Edie than Eddie, even. Especially with his naturally long hair.
Pulling it off in public was something he'd always wanted to try. And so it was that he found himself in a little bar on the far side of the city in which he lived, banking that nobody would recognize him, and scanned the crowd looking for a good person to practice on.
Ah, him. He'd do.
'Edie' approached the man sitting there, affecting his best female voice and mannerisms (which, by this point, were very convincing indeed).] Room at the bar for one more?
[Edie picked a good bar, and a good target! Asmodai was laughing at a text from one of his friends, phone in one hand and beer in the other, when a cute babe he super didn't recognize started coming towards him; by the time she got close enough to talk to him, he'd shoved the phone into his hoodie and sat up straight, a grin stretching across his face.]
Man, babe, there's always room for a pretty lady like you. You just gotta ask, yo!
[And damn she is way pretty. Asmodai doesn't even remotely try to hide that he's checking her out, though he gets his eyes back up to her face in pretty good time, expression bright and eager.]
Did you make it across the bar without anyone buying something to drink? 'Cause, man, I'll totally get you one.
[Oh, he's the flirtatious type. That was cute. Edie smiles outwardly and in; he'd chosen well. He doesn't miss that he's checking 'her' out for a second, because that just means he's doing very, very well.
And an in an instant, Edie decides that he might as well have fun with this. He's an actor, after all, and this is a very fun stage. Why not give a great performance and see how far he can push it?] Why would I ever say no to a cute boy buying me a drink?
Something sweet, please. [He says, sliding onto the empty stool next to the (much larger) man, and taking care to only slightly brush the man's leg with his foot as he passes by.]
[Aw sweet she thinks he's cute too! Asmodai's grin gets even wider, and a little jolt of excitement runs through him at that little brush of her foot. Hell yeah, hell yeah, he is either getting super played for drinks or totally getting laid tonight and he doesn't even care which.]
Sweet, huh? Should it be as pretty as you, too?
[He winks, because he's not subtle, and hollers down the stretch of bar to the bartender,] Yo, bro, get the lady here a daiquiri!
[That's about the sweetest thing he can think of, and definitely pretty, all bright and fruit-colored even if it doesn't have any cool layering things or whatever. He looks to her, hoping to see approval on her pretty face, and asks,] So, babe, you got a name or something?
[Wow, he doesn't even have to try very hard. This was going to be so easy. He'd already taken the bait hook, line and sinker, and now all Edie had to do was reeeeeeeel him in. 'She' leaned forward, leaning on 'her' hand, and twirled a lock of dark brown hair around 'her' finger.] My my, and you're the flattering type, too.
Should I be worried? About boys who say pretty things and then don't keep their promises.
[The order of the drink, though, makes Edie quite happy; he smiles demurely.] I'm Edie. And you?
Babe, I freakin' assure you, I am loyal as a dog. If any of my buddies were here, you could straight-up ask them about me keeping promises, yo, and they'd be all saying, "man, babe, have you met Asmodai? He's like the goddamn yellow lab of bros, and also, you are freakin' smoking double goddamn!" [He grins, and leans forward until he's just brushing the edge of her personal space-- he doesn't want to shove his whole self into it uninvited, most girls like getting to invite you into their bubble and he wants her to like him-- and stage whispers behind his hand,] Asmodai's my name, by the way, if you couldn't figure that, Edie.
[He leans back, with a vibrant grin and a sunny laugh.] But I bet you could, yo, right? You seem smart and gorgeous. [The daquiri arrives, and Asmodai grins and hands some money off to the bartender, though his eyes are all for the pretty lady he's flirting with.]
[Oh my god he's so energetic about this whole thing it's really kind of endearing. Energetic and a little dumb, Edie thinks, because it was really kind of obvious that it was his name. But the thrill he keeps getting at being complimented on his appearance doesn't go away, especially when the much larger man leans in.
He doesn't show any dissatisfaction with the invasion of his personal space, reaching out to touch a finger to the man's chin, taking his drink in the other hand.] Mm-hmm, I had an inkling that that was the case.
What do you like to do, Asmodai? Except sit in bars and try to make cute girls blush.
[Asmodai's perfectly happy to be taken as dumb-- both because it makes people relax around him, and because he hears things he otherwise wouldn't-- and even happier to be touched, because hell yeah he's super getting laid tonight.
His expression burningly chipper, he slides one hand into her personal space, resting his fingers on one of her knees-- dang, her knees are as cute as the rest of her-- and answers,] Oh, y'know, this and that and some other things. Sports, and rapping, and dancing, some magic tricks, and I've done some TV spots-- like, totally hilarious nineties-style exercise video stuff, that's fun... [He hums, thoughtfully, and glances at her with a slyer expression.] Not as fun as making cute girls blush, though. I think that one's gotta be my mega favorite, besides maybe... dancing with them.
[The big, blatant wink that accompanies 'dancing' makes it clear that he's actually talking about something else entirely. Horizontal tangos, maybe. But he's also watching her face, eyes bright, to see if that was too forward all at once. He doesn't think so, but still, flirting's sometimes kinda delicate!]
[There's that emphasis on the word 'dancing' that he wouldn't have missed even without that silly, obvious wink. It's enough to send a thrill running up his spine, and it's a good thing that his acting has taught him how to control his body, or else he'd start to get hard and that'd just give the game away.
Edie takes a sip of his drink, making an exaggerated show of it, letting his lips run along the rim of the glass and then setting it back down. He'd just wanted to try and see how far he could push the game, but now he's legitimately interested.] You've got a lot of interesting hobbies there, Mr. Asmodai. [And he can tell he stays in shape.]
[Asmodai wouldn't miss that show for the world, and he unconsciously licks his lips as he watches Edie, leaning his elbow on the bar and his entire body towards her, like she's bent gravity to pull him in with just that little tease of her lips.]
Does the sun want to shine, Miss Edie? [he asks in return, and reaches out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, hand lingering near her skin.] Does there... hmm... happen to be a quarter behind your ear?
[Like, okay, easiest trick in the book of magic tricks, but he still produces a coin from the side of her head, and flips it back and forth between his knuckles with a flourish, looking like he's hoping it makes her laugh.]
[He's almost surprised that the larger man would even use such a classic, simple trick on him, and almost expects there to be a catch. But there isn't, and it's so endearing that Edie can't help laugh, genuinely this time. Wow, he really is cute. And sweet, too.
Edie's not a large man, of course, and that alcohol is going to his head very quickly.] It looks like there does! Even if the sun's not shining on us right now. But if you'll excuse me, I need to freshen up for a bit.
[Well, here goes nothing. Time to make the most of it. Edie leans in, conspiratorially, his red-coated lips very near the larger man's ear.] And if you follow me, I'll give you some great head.
[With that, he slips off the chair, giving Asmodai a wink, and sashays his way over to the bathroom, which he enters and does not lock. Thank heaven for unisex bathrooms, no?]
[Aww yeah, that's the expression he wants to see! Honest enjoyment, that's the ticket, the way to make sure a hot chick is gonna enjoy the night as much as Asmodai's gonna.
Asmodai had started to lean back to let Edie go freshen up, grinning at her, when she leans in and whispers the most scandalous freaking thing in the world goddamn. And god freaking bless his good luck, picked out by the cutest girl in the bar and invited to sex in like ten minutes! Someone out there has gotta be looking out for him, damn.
He takes a moment to catch the breath that had escaped him at her invitation, and to really appreciate the sway of her hips, then chugs the rest of his beer and follows her, eyes bright and expression innocent as he slips into the bathroom behind her.]
You're making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world, babe, [Asmodai tells her, and locks the door casually behind him. His dick has definitely sprung to attention sometime in the past few minutes, thick and hard and trapped by the tightness of his jeans against his thigh; it looks to be pretty impressively sized, though of course the only way to make sure is to examine it closely. He really hopes she gets to examining it closely real soon.]
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Already? [He leans in with a teasing smirk on his lips, reaching out to rest a dainty hand on the taller man's chest.] But I haven't even done anything yet. You're going to feel a whole lot luckier soon.
[Edie's known for ages where his sexuality lies. He appreciates the aesthetic beauty of women (after all, he models himself on them) but ah, a big strong man and a big thick cock. That's his favorite. It always has been. Though he's never gotten with one as a girl, so this will be... interesting.
He wonders if it'll be a problem.
Not if he gives a mindblowing enough blowjob, he decides, leaning in to cup Asmodai's dick through his pants, giving it a playful squeeze. Well now, he's well endowed indeed. Good thing Edie's something of a size queen.
He undoes the buttons on Asmodai's jeans, but stops there.] Why don't you take it out for me?
I dunno, I'm probably gonna be too distracted to think-- [and Asmodai is grinning, reaching out to return the touch, though instead touching of his new friend's chest he strokes a hand down her side, ribs to hip. Man, she is so freaking pretty.] Though I'll probably still be able to think you're the prettiest chick I've ever met, yo. No way I could be too far gone to forget that.
[And then she's feeling him up, which is awesome, and Asmodai's not even remotely embarrassed about groaning when she squeezes his cock, or when she tells him to pull it out himself. This is freaking hot, yo.
Babe, whatever you want, [he tells her, and peels his jeans down a little lower-- he's going commando under them-- and pulling his dick free, leaning his shoulders back against the wall and making a breathless noise about how nice it feels to have it free, and how cool the air is against his dick, and also because he just gave it a long, slow stroke with his hand, watching Edie through his lashes to see what she thinks of it.
It's definitely a dick built for size queens, too thick to touch fingers and thumb together when holding it, and impressively long; it fits Asmodai's tall, broad-shouldered frame, like all of him is scaled to the same size, and that size is "more than most folk can handle". He's got hope that Edie's into that, though, or at least willing to try, and even if she can't give him a proper blowjob (not a lot of peeps he's slept with can), just watching a gorgeous girl licking and kissing the hard and heavy length of it is definitely going to be awesome.]
[He can't help the way his eyes widen when that monster pops out. He's usually able to deep throat most of his partners, but this guy? No way. It's just not happening. And his pelvis is already starting to ache in anticipation of it going all the way.] ...wow. [It's not feigned. Not in the least.
But that's all he'll say (though he's still inwardly preening at the comment of 'prettiest chick I've ever met,' because well done self) before he leans in to take that cock with both hands, licking a long, long stroke from the base near his balls to the tip, which he fits into his mouth. Barely. Holy shit, this is thick. He can only take it three or four inches into his mouth before he's at his limit.]
Hahaha, good wow? [he asks, hopefully, and then she's getting her mouth all over his dick and all the words he's got are abandoned in favor of breathing hard and moaning encouragement, stroking his hands through her hair but not trying to make her do anything more than she can handle. Asmodai is perfectly okay with just a few inches, honestly, because it's a few inches of fucking heaven, the wetness of her tongue leaving a cooling strip where she licked, her mouth hot and wet around him...
His dick twitches and he lets his head fall back against the door, breath hot in his throat as he murmurs and moans approval, as he watches her with heavy-lidded eyes. Damn, yeah, just looking at her with her mouth wrapped around him is amazing, just like he knew it would be.]
Really good wow. [He says through slightly lewd slurping noises made as he lets the thick cock slide out of his mouth.] It's too big for me to get it all the way into my throat... sorry, that would've been the mind-blowing part.
[Not that it'll stop him from taking it back in his mouth, using both hands to stroke the long shaft, the skin that he can't fit past his lips. He bobs down and then back.] Warn me when you're gonna come, okay? I don't want to get it on my clothes or face.
[Asmodai makes a delighted noise, and leans down over her bobbing head with ridiculous flexibility-- dude's got absurd amounts of the stuff-- to kiss her hair.] Babe, you're blowing my mind already, [he murmurs to her, breathless, and straightens up, his strong, warm hands petting her affectionately as he voices just how great her mouth feels in moans and groans.
The amount of great it feels is, like, ridiculously great; Edie knows what she's doing, he can tell, and she knows really well. And her hands are so good, too, making sure the rest of his dick isn't getting neglected while she works the most sensitive length of it with her mouth. Goddamn, she's perfect. Maybe he'll tell tell her that a couple dozen times after he comes. (So in just a little bit, though not immediately; she's got enough time to try one or two more things on him, if she wants.)]
[Edie loves sucking cock. He really does. It's fun, that warm flesh in his mouth, the bitter-salt taste that he's come to love at the end. It's especially fun to see a hot guy groaning and writhing because of his attentions. Which is exactly what he means to do to his newfound lover; he doesn't say anything because his mouth is occupied, though he bobs back and forth on the length, lips forming a perfect seal around that thick cock, stroking the shaft with one hand and gently massaging Asmodai's balls with the other.]
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He'd worn so many of them on stage for a costume, that he hadn't realized how much he had started to like them. Not the character, the actor. They felt nice on his skin. They flowed nicely when he moved. And so, it had started with dresses. Only the dresses.
But soon it became other things. Womens' underwear, lacy panties and stuffed bras. High heels (he was thankful for his small, dainty feet). Makeup, similar to the stage makeup he wore all the time.
Oh sure, he'd only wear them on stage, or in the privacy of his own home, but he loved how it felt. He loved how it made him look. And damn, if he couldn't pull it off. He looked better as Edie than Eddie, even. Especially with his naturally long hair.
Pulling it off in public was something he'd always wanted to try. And so it was that he found himself in a little bar on the far side of the city in which he lived, banking that nobody would recognize him, and scanned the crowd looking for a good person to practice on.
Ah, him. He'd do.
'Edie' approached the man sitting there, affecting his best female voice and mannerisms (which, by this point, were very convincing indeed).] Room at the bar for one more?
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Man, babe, there's always room for a pretty lady like you. You just gotta ask, yo!
[And damn she is way pretty. Asmodai doesn't even remotely try to hide that he's checking her out, though he gets his eyes back up to her face in pretty good time, expression bright and eager.]
Did you make it across the bar without anyone buying something to drink? 'Cause, man, I'll totally get you one.
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And an in an instant, Edie decides that he might as well have fun with this. He's an actor, after all, and this is a very fun stage. Why not give a great performance and see how far he can push it?] Why would I ever say no to a cute boy buying me a drink?
Something sweet, please. [He says, sliding onto the empty stool next to the (much larger) man, and taking care to only slightly brush the man's leg with his foot as he passes by.]
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Sweet, huh? Should it be as pretty as you, too?
[He winks, because he's not subtle, and hollers down the stretch of bar to the bartender,] Yo, bro, get the lady here a daiquiri!
[That's about the sweetest thing he can think of, and definitely pretty, all bright and fruit-colored even if it doesn't have any cool layering things or whatever. He looks to her, hoping to see approval on her pretty face, and asks,] So, babe, you got a name or something?
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Should I be worried? About boys who say pretty things and then don't keep their promises.
[The order of the drink, though, makes Edie quite happy; he smiles demurely.] I'm Edie. And you?
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[He leans back, with a vibrant grin and a sunny laugh.] But I bet you could, yo, right? You seem smart and gorgeous. [The daquiri arrives, and Asmodai grins and hands some money off to the bartender, though his eyes are all for the pretty lady he's flirting with.]
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He doesn't show any dissatisfaction with the invasion of his personal space, reaching out to touch a finger to the man's chin, taking his drink in the other hand.] Mm-hmm, I had an inkling that that was the case.
What do you like to do, Asmodai? Except sit in bars and try to make cute girls blush.
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His expression burningly chipper, he slides one hand into her personal space, resting his fingers on one of her knees-- dang, her knees are as cute as the rest of her-- and answers,] Oh, y'know, this and that and some other things. Sports, and rapping, and dancing, some magic tricks, and I've done some TV spots-- like, totally hilarious nineties-style exercise video stuff, that's fun... [He hums, thoughtfully, and glances at her with a slyer expression.] Not as fun as making cute girls blush, though. I think that one's gotta be my mega favorite, besides maybe... dancing with them.
[The big, blatant wink that accompanies 'dancing' makes it clear that he's actually talking about something else entirely. Horizontal tangos, maybe. But he's also watching her face, eyes bright, to see if that was too forward all at once. He doesn't think so, but still, flirting's sometimes kinda delicate!]
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Edie takes a sip of his drink, making an exaggerated show of it, letting his lips run along the rim of the glass and then setting it back down. He'd just wanted to try and see how far he could push the game, but now he's legitimately interested.] You've got a lot of interesting hobbies there, Mr. Asmodai. [And he can tell he stays in shape.]
Do you want to go dance after I finish the drink?
[Horizontal or otherwise.]
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Does the sun want to shine, Miss Edie? [he asks in return, and reaches out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, hand lingering near her skin.] Does there... hmm... happen to be a quarter behind your ear?
[Like, okay, easiest trick in the book of magic tricks, but he still produces a coin from the side of her head, and flips it back and forth between his knuckles with a flourish, looking like he's hoping it makes her laugh.]
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Edie's not a large man, of course, and that alcohol is going to his head very quickly.] It looks like there does! Even if the sun's not shining on us right now. But if you'll excuse me, I need to freshen up for a bit.
[Well, here goes nothing. Time to make the most of it. Edie leans in, conspiratorially, his red-coated lips very near the larger man's ear.] And if you follow me, I'll give you some great head.
[With that, he slips off the chair, giving Asmodai a wink, and sashays his way over to the bathroom, which he enters and does not lock. Thank heaven for unisex bathrooms, no?]
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Asmodai had started to lean back to let Edie go freshen up, grinning at her, when she leans in and whispers the most scandalous freaking thing in the world goddamn. And god freaking bless his good luck, picked out by the cutest girl in the bar and invited to sex in like ten minutes! Someone out there has gotta be looking out for him, damn.
He takes a moment to catch the breath that had escaped him at her invitation, and to really appreciate the sway of her hips, then chugs the rest of his beer and follows her, eyes bright and expression innocent as he slips into the bathroom behind her.]
You're making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world, babe, [Asmodai tells her, and locks the door casually behind him. His dick has definitely sprung to attention sometime in the past few minutes, thick and hard and trapped by the tightness of his jeans against his thigh; it looks to be pretty impressively sized, though of course the only way to make sure is to examine it closely. He really hopes she gets to examining it closely real soon.]
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[Edie's known for ages where his sexuality lies. He appreciates the aesthetic beauty of women (after all, he models himself on them) but ah, a big strong man and a big thick cock. That's his favorite. It always has been. Though he's never gotten with one as a girl, so this will be... interesting.
He wonders if it'll be a problem.
Not if he gives a mindblowing enough blowjob, he decides, leaning in to cup Asmodai's dick through his pants, giving it a playful squeeze. Well now, he's well endowed indeed. Good thing Edie's something of a size queen.
He undoes the buttons on Asmodai's jeans, but stops there.] Why don't you take it out for me?
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[And then she's feeling him up, which is awesome, and Asmodai's not even remotely embarrassed about groaning when she squeezes his cock, or when she tells him to pull it out himself. This is freaking hot, yo.
Babe, whatever you want, [he tells her, and peels his jeans down a little lower-- he's going commando under them-- and pulling his dick free, leaning his shoulders back against the wall and making a breathless noise about how nice it feels to have it free, and how cool the air is against his dick, and also because he just gave it a long, slow stroke with his hand, watching Edie through his lashes to see what she thinks of it.
It's definitely a dick built for size queens, too thick to touch fingers and thumb together when holding it, and impressively long; it fits Asmodai's tall, broad-shouldered frame, like all of him is scaled to the same size, and that size is "more than most folk can handle". He's got hope that Edie's into that, though, or at least willing to try, and even if she can't give him a proper blowjob (not a lot of peeps he's slept with can), just watching a gorgeous girl licking and kissing the hard and heavy length of it is definitely going to be awesome.]
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But that's all he'll say (though he's still inwardly preening at the comment of 'prettiest chick I've ever met,' because well done self) before he leans in to take that cock with both hands, licking a long, long stroke from the base near his balls to the tip, which he fits into his mouth. Barely. Holy shit, this is thick. He can only take it three or four inches into his mouth before he's at his limit.]
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His dick twitches and he lets his head fall back against the door, breath hot in his throat as he murmurs and moans approval, as he watches her with heavy-lidded eyes. Damn, yeah, just looking at her with her mouth wrapped around him is amazing, just like he knew it would be.]
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[Not that it'll stop him from taking it back in his mouth, using both hands to stroke the long shaft, the skin that he can't fit past his lips. He bobs down and then back.] Warn me when you're gonna come, okay? I don't want to get it on my clothes or face.
[And then it's back to sucking him off.]
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The amount of great it feels is, like, ridiculously great; Edie knows what she's doing, he can tell, and she knows really well. And her hands are so good, too, making sure the rest of his dick isn't getting neglected while she works the most sensitive length of it with her mouth. Goddamn, she's perfect. Maybe he'll tell tell her that a couple dozen times after he comes. (So in just a little bit, though not immediately; she's got enough time to try one or two more things on him, if she wants.)]
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