Get There
Erotic short. Spencer can’t reach subspace every time.
Explicit NBLNB short. Contains lingerie, corsets, public sex, mirrors, handjobs, D/s, discussions of subspace.
Spur likes it when he can’t think, but it’s hard not to think on nights like this, when they’re in the middle of the club and everyone keeps looking over. They’re not looking at Spencer, of course — they’re looking at Spur, looking at them, at the way they held themselves.
Spur was sitting back in the middle of one of the red leather couches, and with the lights running overhead, glittering lights flashing over the walls, the ceilings. The music was pounding, loud enough that Spencer could feel the bass of it thrumming through his chest, thrumming through his whole body, but they didn’t even nod their head to the music, didn’t even tap their fingers.
They were sipping from their mocktail, the black of their lipstick staining the glass in the same place every time, as they talked with the other people around the booth, not even about sex, not even about kink, but about some videogame Spencer had never played before. With the hand not holding the glass, Spur was sliding their fingers through Spencer’s hair, scratching idly over his scalp, and Spencer kept his cheek against their thigh, his eyes closed.
