So I’ve been seeing the concubineDerek prompts, and I just have this image of him acting so shy and virginal under sheer robes that show off his body, but everyone knows he’s the best lay in the brothel even though he’s super picky as to who he picks as partners because he’s always left not completely satisfied. Then Sheriff walks in and Derek decided to give it a try, thinking that the Sheriff is gonna be all soft and sweet with him. Then Derek gets the best lay of his life with rimming and ugh

*claws at face* yaaaasssssssss

like Derek is probably in a melancholy mood or something and just has pity on that poor older man that comes in and looks around like he’s so mortified to be in this place. Like he can’t fathom why he’s there.

When Derek walks to him and sits very close with his knees together and his shoulders a little pulled up – looking so vulnerable – the Sheriff does his best not to stare at the wares on display. How Derek’s dark cock is just there; thick and limp, swinging gently between his built thighs when he walks and lying against them when he sits. It just looks so tasty.

So Derek takes him up into his room and is prepared to shut off the light and do his breathiest little moans so the guy can pretend he’s a little lady (cause he figures he isn’t out or something)

but then he kind of forgets to shut off the light because the guy has sunken to his knees and is pressing his face into Derek’s groin; taking deep inhales of the scent of his dick and scrabbles with the flimsy little garment to ruck it up so he can rub his cheek against Derek’s dark pubic hair.

And then he gets turned around by big, sure hands on his hips, and he’s just so flabbergasted by it all – goes with it and lets himself get handled; braces himself against the door he just walked through because his cheeks get thumbed apart and then there’s the guy’s breath again. Warm and intrusive tickling against his crack seconds before he feels a sure tongue dragging across his hole.

(At which point he forgets how he purposefully wanted to make breathy, little moans and just does them anyway. High and embarrassing as he goes on his tip toes and angles his ass out for the deep, intimate tonguing he’s receiving.)

There’s one large hand on his balls, cupping and squeezing them lovingly, and the other hand is still holding him open, just about managing to tickle his cunt with a thumb until he finally reaches back and spreads himself open for his customer, face and chest mashed against the door now and not caring one bit because now the tongue is joined by a thick, blunt finger that seems determined to find his ripe, unsatisfied prostate.