Archive of Our Own ^beta

STEPHEN GEVANNI was obsessed with you.

He really shouldn't be using his skills just to get you into his pants but he couldn't help it.

You were perfect in every way and he's silently been worshipping the very ground you walked on (perhaps he even had a shrine dedicated to you back home).

Stephen went to lengths against his own moral code and duties just to be in your presence.

One time, he found out that you had been invited to a lavish event to discuss an international case and to thank your years of successful service, you were given free range in the resort/hotel you had been invited to, all expenses paid.

He did such thorough research and forged a letter from the people who invited you to visit the spa for an 'exclusive massage' in a private room, which meant: nude.

He had even faked his identity as one of the existing masseurs, drugging and locking them away to make sure that they wouldn't interfere.

Stephen found himself drooling all over the bed with every slam of your hips against his, the skin quickly turning red against his pallor, hair messed up from your fingers threading to his hair.

Every time your tip hit his prostate, your grip in his hair tightened and his eyes roll back, holding back his orgasm with a whine.

He hadn't exactly been subtle in his infatuation, his hands lingering in spots he shouldn't and messing up the massage too much.

You were only confused, too understanding for your own good. Because even if he kept messing up, he was incredibly skilled with his hands. Even his fingers. He seemed to know just where to press and how hard. It was perfect.

But when you were laid on your back and the bulge of your cock obvious under the flimsy towel, Stephen had to hold back a gulp, but his hand acted on its own accord, grazing past it, earning him a hitched gasp and the tiniest groan from you.

Almost right after, he got on the table (despite your confusion) and almost as quickly: put your hard cock into his mouth.

His tongue drove you crazy, and even worse (or better), one of his hand stroked what he couldn't fit in his mouth and the other played with your sensitive balls, allowing you to cum prematurely onto his hair.

It took too much effort just to get him in the current position: his hole stretched around your girth and greedily clamping onto it. His mouth and hands simply wouldn't let go of you until you literally ripped him off your cock just so you could tear him a new one.

Safe to say, you left the spa and your 'masseur' a glowing review, knowing just who to order the next time when you come back. Though when you met him 'by chance' the next day, your one-time thing quickly became a common occurence, even daily.

He now had you wrapped around his finger just like you did him.