Kinktober2023 Day 14: Formal Wear + Deep Throating
Impromptu Consummation
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: oral sex/fellatio, semi-public sex, cis/trans, angel/demon
For his first—and most likely only—human wedding, Pride thought he was doing a fantastic job of keeping his shit together. It helped that it was a celebration of two of his best friends and that the ceremony wasn’t in a church, but having to sit still for hours made him itch. When the reception rolled around, he praised the presence of alcohol, but even that was a short-lived gift. So many people wanted to talk to him, for so long, practically shouting over the music. He smiled through gritted teeth, acting polite and civil, pretending to enjoy every second of it. In truth, he wanted to tear his skin off.
Halfway through the reception, he retreated into the corner of the room to brood. Staring daggers at everyone who came close solved that problem, but created a new one. He couldn’t find Justice. And if he stood up to go looking, he would invite the small-talk vultures back.
Much more of a social butterfly, Justice fluttered off to have a dozen conversations right after dinner. Pride did his best to keep up, determined to stay glued to his side no matter what, but it was just too much. They got separated when Pride tried to drink himself into sociability, but only managed to have a glass of wine before he got swarmed. And now he was here.
He scanned the shifting crowd. Justice had his hair up tonight, tucked into a tight bun on the crown of his head, which should have been a beacon for any search, but Pride had no such luck. He played with the zipper of the clutch that dangled off his wrist, disappointed.
It was such a waste to get separated—they even coordinated their outfits. Justice wore a deep teal three-piece suit, to match the wedding theme, but picked out a black tie to match Pride’s glittery dress. Pride, on the other hand, adorned himself with teal jewelry, letting his hair down to swing around his shoulders. They looked incredible together, but now he was just wearing a necklace. Not to mention that the idea of anyone in this crowd ogling Justice made him want to flip tables.
“Pride?“
He jerked up, and immediately melted at the sight of someone tolerable. Sofia floated down into a chair across from him, her billowing white dress filling enough space for three, dirty blonde hair still pinned up with a beautiful flower crown.
“What are you doing over here?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
“I lost Justice somewhere,” Pride admitted, waving into the crowd. “I’d go look for him but I—cannot talk to any more people, you know?”
“Of course, of course!” She jumped out of her seat, determined. “I’ll see if I can drag him over here for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.” She pressed their cheeks together and made a kiss sound into his ear. Then she darted off, the crowd easily parting for one of the two brides. Pride slouched back in his chair. Sometimes, having friends was really nice.
Sofia came back a few minutes later, leading Justice by the hand. She brought him over, excused herself to go find Ollie, and whirled away again.
“I was looking for you too,” Justice said, sitting down next to him. Pride latched onto his arm immediately, pressing his face into the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I need a break,” he said.
“We can talk a walk outside.”
“Yeah, that works.”
They snuck out the back door. The outdoor half of the venue was beautiful, a manicured garden full of seasonal flowers and trees. It was perfect for any wedding photoshoot. Or, in their case, an escape from the party.
Pride clung to Justice as they made an idle path through the garden. It was a pleasantly warm night, crickets chirping in the grass, full moon and stars twinkling above. But most importantly, it was empty. No hordes of people, no forced conversations. Just the two of them.
They made a circuit around the garden, silently walking. Already, life and energy bled back into Pride’s mood. In the dark and quiet, he could finally breathe. Now he held onto Justice not out of fear he would slip away again, but to be close to him, like they should always be.
“Are you proud of me for behaving myself?” Pride asked.
“You’ve already exceeded my expectations,” Justice replied. “Not a single drunken fistfight all night. Good job.”
He glimmered from the praise. He was doing a good job. “Did I tell you how hot you look in that suit yet?”
“Four times, but thank you.” He bent over to kiss the top of his head. “You look beautiful too.”
Pride squeezed his arm, gazing up at him adoringly. His compliment wasn’t for nothing—Justice wore his suit extremely well. The blueish teal made a perfect contrast to his skin, lighting up the golden brown. His broad shoulders filled the jacket easily, cutting a handsome silhouette. The vest underneath it slimmed his waist in a way that Pride in particular found very tempting. It dragged his eyes down, urging him to follow the lines of his body. And maybe it was because Pride knew what was underneath those slacks, but the way they hugged his hips made him salivate.
“Can we kiss?” he asked.
Justice responded by scooping his cheeks up to give him what he asked for. Pride threw arms around his neck the moment their lips touched, drinking him in like he’d wanted to do since they left the house. Since he’d first seen Justice in this suit at the fitting, when his jaw dropped and his eyes nearly rolled out of his skull. It took every ounce of willpower not to jump on him right there. But now they were alone.
Pride dragged Justice to the wall of the venue and pushed him against it. His breath hitched, and stopped altogether when Pride sank, raking his hands down on the way, until his knees hit the grass.
“W-what—why?” Justice stammered.
“Please?” Pride begged. He tugged on the empty beltloops. “I want to choke on you so bad.”
“I—I’m renting this!”
“Don’t worry.” He squeezed the soft bump where he knew Justice’s cock would be, and he gasped. “I won’t be messy.”
Justice blinked down at him, not buying it, but ultimately relented. He nodded once and Pride raced to open his fly, drawing his cock out semi-hard. He pumped it a few times, Justice squirming against the wall, watching him grow and thicken in his hand. Pride shakily licked his lips, staring down his shaft.
“Oh, wait!” he remembered. He unzipped his clutch and produced a tube of black lipstick.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t make me messy,” Justice reminded him.
“I won’t.” Pride smeared on a thick layer and popped his lips. “This is for me.”
Before he could ask what that meant, Pride slid his cock into his mouth. Justice slapped a hand over his mouth, but Pride could hear the moan he muffled. Halfway down, Pride folded back his fly and pressed his hands over the fabric, protecting his slacks from what would follow.
Pride sucked gently and dragged his mouth up, tongue pressed against his shaft. Justice whined behind his hand, eyes hazy already. He pulled off, swirled around his tip, and sank back down. Salty pre-cum hit his tongue and mixed with the taste of lust. Pride muffled his own moan at the combination.
The garden around them was quiet except for that. Whether it was Justice trying to stay quiet, or Pride with no choice, their muted sounds cut through the peaceful night. Pride licked, sucked, and curled his tongue to paint even more of the nightscape with their escapade. He hoped nobody would come out to investigate—Sofia and Ollie probably wouldn’t care, but their guests might. But if they did, oh well. Pride wasn’t going to stop.
He bobbed his head on Justice, pulling his lips into a tight ring. When he got to the top, he laved the tip of his cock, licking and sucking on it, then plunged back down. Justice panted into his hand, the occasional whimper slipping between his fingers. Pride went lower and lower each time, letting it fill his mouth a little more. The more of Justice’s heavy, warm cock sat on his tongue, the faster the excitement built.
Pride licked patterns on his shaft, played with his tip, sucked him over and over, and Justice shook. His pants turned into wheezes, moans getting louder behind his fingers. He slid all the way up his cock and teased his tip until he whimpered. Desperate, his hips twitched off the wall, begging for more.
Finally unable to resist, Pride took a deep breath and sank back down. He swallowed every inch of Justice, taking him until his tip hit the back of his throat, and his nose dug into his curly bush. Justice froze. His eyes went wide, reflecting the silver moon and dozens of stars. Pride held his breath, relishing the feeling of a mouth full to bursting, holding his hard cock in his throat like a prize.
Justice slid a shaky hand into his loose hair, combing it back from his face. Pride shuddered, getting to the end of his air, and pulled back. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks to give Justice everything at once. A long, broken moan leaked from behind his fingers, hand fisting in his hair. Pride moaned with the last of his breath, popping off his cock to gasp.
Not a minute had passed before Pride was down on him again. Every bob hit the back of his throat, licking and sucking every inch of his cock. Justice twisted and gasped, shaky keening floating off into the night. Pride moaned around him as he fucked his own throat, dripping from both ends. Drool and pre-cum leaked from his mouth, dripping past his lips, but he only stopped to lick it back inside. He bobbed fast and sucked hard, frantic with lust.
Justice clenched his hair hard, and Pride moaned. Urgent whines met his ears suddenly—Justice was close. Not backing down, Pride buried his nose in his bush again, taking his cock all the way, and swallowed around it.
Cum shot down his throat and he choked on it. Justice trembled through his orgasm while Pride reeled back coughing, adding another disparate sound into the night. Justice dribbled onto the grass at his knees, and only when he was spent did he realize what happened.
“A-are you okay?” he asked, trying to sound worried through his breathlessness.
“Fine,” Pride rasped, grinning. “I said I wanted to choke.”
Before he could be exasperated, Pride licked up the mess on his cock, and tucked the flaccid thing back into his underwear. As promised, the slacks were perfectly clean. On the contrary, Pride’s face was a complete wreck, lipstick smeared and drool shining on his mouth. Exactly as he planned—because now they had to go back into the venue to clean him up.
That was attention he could handle.
