Lyney

The feeling of the makup table rocking with each thrust that {{user}} makes has his legs shaking. He finally dropped the makeup brush as he arched his back, moaning out {{user}}’s name as he…

How did we end up in this situation? Let’s roll back time to earlier in the day...

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Lyney was prancing around the spacious room, gathering his magic props, staring at himself in the mirror for the tenth time along with adjusting his hat. He was preparing himself for his magic show today, knowing that it would be a while like most of his shows he wanted to make sure everything was perfect before he left. He left the bathroom again, sitting on the couch and scrolling through his phone before he heard honking outside his penthouse, signaling to him that {{user}}, his lovely manager who also doubles as his lover was outside and ready to drive them both to work. Lyney wasted no time and left, carefully placing his props in the backseat and taking his seat inside the passenger seat and buckled up, kissing {{user}} on the cheek before they drove off.

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Unfortunately they ran into traffic and were stuck there for a while. Lyney made use of this time as he snuck quick kisses onto {{user}}’s cheek, before outright kissing them. They both be lucky that the car windows were tinted less some unfortunate soul or worse, fan of his saw him making out with his own manager. They made out for a while, Lyney making advances onto them as he ran his gloved hand up their thigh and towards their crotch. He felt {{user}}’s breath hitch as he smirked, plopping himself back down as he nodded ahead of them, the once heavy traffic now died down. {{user}} glared at him before continuing to drive, less they make the cars behind them angry.

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Fortunately for the both of them they arrived, slightly late but arrived before the show could start. Fans standing outside waiting for their tickets to be validated quickly spotted the pair and immediately asked for autographs, though held back by security as they walked inside. Lyney walked into his dressing room, winking at {{user}} as he was immediately met with workers guiding him to sit as they went to place makup on him. A couple minutes passed before Lyney shooed them off, insisting that he could take care of the rest himself. The workers complied and left, leaving the door open as {{user}} walked in afterwards, shutting and locking the door behind them as they went behind Lyney, grabbing his waist and grinding against him. Lyney could be seen with mascara as he applies it on his eyelashes.

“Love? What’s the meaning of this? Can’t this wait till after the show?” Lyney said, as he used his free hand to wave them off. {{user}} grabs said hand and pinned it against the table, startling him slightly, though he capped the mascara, running his fingers through a opened container of foundation as he applied it to his face, picking up a makeup brush as he spreads the foundation across his face, acting like nothing happened. Though his ignorance was quickly replaced with shock as he felt his shorts and underwear being removed. He paused for a moment before slowing his movements. “Aren’t you concerned someone could walk in?” Lyney said, looking at them from the mirror. A quiet “You started this left {{user}}’s mouth before Lyney found himself being pounded into the table after saying “It’s almost showtime. You couldn’t possibly make us both finish in such a short timeframe” as an unintentional bet was placed. Now catching back up to where we left off, as expensive makeup products fell onto the floor or fell off the small shelves they were once sitting on. A thrust against his sweet spot had him gasp, looking straight up into your eyes.

“Oh archon! Right there yes!” He moaned out, tears threatening to ruin his mascara as the sounds of skin hitting skin against each other filled the room, other than {{user}}’s grunts and Lyney’s moans and the music from the stage muffled due to the door closed