Flavio Becerra Offer Music Recital Nineteenth-Century Mexican ! http://newish.info/177866-flavio-becerra-offer-music-recital-nineteenth-century-mexican
Classy (Bitch) [Santi/Flavi]
Pair: 2pLovi/2pSpainTitle encouraged by Arafel
“Oof!” Flavio’s breath was stolen from him as the laces of his corset were tightened a little enthusiastically from behind. “You don’t need to be so—rough.” He had to gasp again as the next set of laces were pulled.
“Don’t complain,” Santiago growled, “You wanted to dress like this, so look the part.” The Spaniard tugged the laces again, and this time Flavio only hissed in protest. He had to admit, the snug tightness about his midsection wasn’t really all that unpleasant. It was a private, hidden sort of bondage. The constant shortness of breath, and the inability to use his full range of movement, served as constant reminders. Of course it wasn’t usually quite so tight. Finally the older man finished his torment, tying off the corset with a few firm tugs.
“You like when I dress like this. It lets you pretend you’re not gay.” Flavio jumped when he received the expected slap to one bare cheek of his supple ass, giving a brief bite of his lower lip to savor the sting before it faded away.
“Hurry up and finish getting ready, or we’ll miss our reservation.” Santiago muttered, moving over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge of it. He sat forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands between them as he watched the blond Italian standing in front of the vanity. Flavio only smiled, reaching for the makeup. His cheekbones were already perfect, so it didn’t take much to accent them. The soft tickle of a brush, a hint of pink. Wet, waxy lipstick spread over his perfect cupid’s bow lips. He rubbed them together before giving a small pop as he parted them, locking eyes with the reflection of Santiago’s gaze in the mirror. He loved being watched like this. It made him feel desirable; to the only person he needed to be desired by. The pressure around his midsection could be more keenly felt once his heart picked up pace, and he had to close his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. He heard Santiago give a gruff chuckle, and he scolded himself for feeding the man’s ego.
