Lúcio/Ana – mild ball torture; major praise kink – Lúcio comes fresh from a concert, exhausted and pumped on all the energy from the crowd. Ana is there to gentle him down.

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When the door opens and Lúcio stumbles in, he brings with him the faint roar of the concert goers outside hoping for one more song. The second he shuts it, though, the din cuts off as well, leaving Ana with a strange feeling of being wrapped in cotton.

She has been sitting on the small couch, reading a book on her device while Lúcio had been out getting the people frenzied in a good way. A horny one, most likely. And, by the look of him – sweaty and exhausted looking but smiling nonetheless, eyes shiny and glassy – he seems to have been swept up by his own particular magic.

Ana has witnessed it before already; how Lúcio and his audience rile each other up, the air thick and potent with energy, and she is prepared to take on the backlash of it.

“You are done,” she says, putting her book to the side, next to her cup of tea. “You have been gone longer this time. You have gifted them quite a bit.”

Lúcio shrugs and laughs. It sounds a bit frenzied. His hands, as he starts pulling at zippers and fumbling at buttons, are shaking with the last dredges of adrenaline. Ana folds her hands across her knee and watches him fumble in front of her.

He almost falls once or twice, stuck in the tight vest he’s trying to wrestle over his head before he realizes it, too, has a zipper. He is not usually this clumsy or scatterbrained, but the concert has been exhausting – and she enjoys watching him, anyway.

He is a lovely sight to behold.

When he finally pushes down his pants, taking his underwear with them and showing his cock off, swinging soft between his lean thighs, she can feel herself getting excited as well, clit starting to pulse deliciously.

“You are such a handsome boy. Come here.” She spreads her arms out for him in invitation and he looks embarrassed about the compliment but smiles cheekily, coming closer and standing between her spread legs so she can put her head against his tight belly and drag her hands up and down the backs of his thighs.

“Beautiful. You smell good.” He does. She’s never met anybody that smells so good when drenched in sweat. She rubs her cheek against his sweaty skin, then ducks her head, the tip of her nose just about touching the beginnings of his pubes as she sniffs on him.

He laughs again, a bit hysterical, a good bit embarrassed. He squirms but does not turn away from her.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes. Come… lay down.” She presses a lingering kiss against his belly button, then sits up to let him move to her side. At the beginning, when they started everything off, it had been awkward. She had felt like his grandmother; like a dirty pervert going after this young, supple man.

She does not feel so now. She feels young. Good. *Desired*. When he’s laid down with his head in her lap, his cock is lifting eagerly for her. Not anywhere near hard, but fattening up beautifully nonetheless.

She watches it with a faint little smile, her fingers dancing across his chest until they find his nipples. Small and dark and sensitive.

She pinches them and he squirms, stuttering out a little breathless moan.

“You are always so ready for me,” she murmurs, other hand playing with his hair, tugging on the thick dreadlocks; just enough to make his scalp tingle. He whines, his legs opening helplessly. Offering up his lovely cock. “I love how sensitive you are. So unused…”

She considers her words as she lets her hand trail down his sternum and belly towards his young, gorgeous cock, getting rapidly fatter just for her.

“Unspoiled,” she finally corrects herself. Lúcio is flushed, his mouth open. He does not turn his head away; instead he watches her with dark, glazed eyes. Adoring her.

“You are always so good to your fans. I like being good to you in return. You deserve it.”

Her fingertips dance across the crown of his cock, still mostly hidden under his foreskin. He whimpers and lifts his hips, offering it up for more tender little touches, but she reaches farther down and curls her fingers around his balls.

They are tight and round and warm. Like this, she can feel his heartbeat like the fluttering wings of a bird in her palm. She loves it. He shuffles his thighs farther apart to give her more room. He loves it, too.

Ana pets across his forehead with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other, and his mouth falls open, eyes going big at the dual sensations. She squeezes down, a bit mean, and he whines and his cock flexes, curved to the right and drooping towards his belly button.

Her cunt *pulses* and she squeezes her thighs together to get a bit of pressure against her engorged clit. She wants to sit down on him and have his lovely cock slide deep inside. Fuck up against her cervix and make her ache with pleasure pain.

He is trembling in her lap, his hands lifting, helplessly curling around her wrist, but not exerting any pressure. Not trying to make her let go of his testicles as she squeezes and tugs them until there are tears in his eyes and a single clear string of pre-cum dripping from his cock.

Maybe he’ll come before she can sit down on him. That is alright as well. He is so young and eager… So ready to get it up for her again.

“You are so perfect,” she purrs, gently making him turn his head into her lap until he can smell her cunt. He groans deliriously. He just wants her *so much*, and it is truly humbling.