8. SPENCE

We were really doing this.

Green body paint was easy to find it turned out, all we needed were a couple costume shops and wipe out their supply. It took most of the afternoon, which in itself felt like a separate date, and after the conversation we'd had this morning in bed, I didn't even know his stance on dating or whether or not we were seriously considering this as a date.

We ate ice cream together too from a parlor and grabbed lunch from the vegan place, all while talking dirty about what we were about to do once we were back at his apartment.

"So, are you sure your roommate won't come home?" I asked, playing footsie with him under the table. "Because I don't think I could live with someone after accidentally see them all in green."

He wrapped both legs around mine, keeping me still. "Yeah, he's not going to be back all weekend. So, we're free to take the entire apartment, except for his room, obviously."

"Wait." I caught my breath, placing a hand on my chest as a thrill crossed me. "Are you saying we could act out some of the scenes?" We'd skipped through it together, it's why he was so adamant about doing it before he went away again on Monday.

"Yeah," he said. "You running around, naked, or in something I can tear off you."

"Tear off me," I repeated, my stomach little out a nervous rattle. "I don't really have anything."

"One of my T-shirts, of course," he said. "I've got a bunch of old ones, larger too. I had bigger muscles than this once. So, I guess they'll be easily ripped apart."

This feral type of play was exactly the stuff I hadn't been able to verbalize to him earlier. I was instantly hard in my seat, and with his legs rubbing the insides of mine. I wasn't sure I could walk out of this place without accidentally exposing myself.

"If this is how excited you're getting just from talking about it, I'm curious how you're going to be in the bedroom," he said, his knee practically in my crotch, feeling my erection. My legs and knees couldn't quite reach his, but I hoped he was just as excited as me.

"And I—" I said, biting my lip and trying to catch the moan in the back of my throat before making a scene. I leaned in over the table to him. "I want you to throw me over your shoulder, like you said you could."

Nodding, slowly, he copied the biting of my lip. "I'll do whatever you want, as long as I'm in control. So, you don't get to keep adding extra things in now."

"So, are we going to play naked hide and seek?"

He pressed a finger to my mouth. "If that's what I want us to play."

I nodded like an obedient pet, my mouth shut, but behind it, there were so many things I wanted to keep asking for. He'd seen most of the video, so he knew what I was looking forward to. I could trust he'd do that.

We had to stick around in the cafe for fifteen extra minutes while both of our erections went away. It meant we both had to sit there without touching each other, and not think dirty thoughts. It would've gone by a lot faster, but I couldn't stop thinking naughty things, and I knew I was in for a lot of them.

In Oscar's apartment, neither of us could wait to strip each other naked. Although there was a process before we could engage in any of the activities Oscar was now in charge of planning. But at least I was able to get my hands all over him as I painted his back green, and he painted his front. Nobody was even going to see us, but he was committed.

He completed the orc look with a ripped piece of fabric tied around his waist, covering his cock, although the print it left from the underside was rather massive.

"Wear this," he said, throwing a T-shirt at me. "I want to rip it off you, so don't do any ripping of your own."It was strange seeing Oscar all in green. It dried down patchy, but it didn't matter, he was committed to it. He pound a fist to his chest and grunted. "And hide."

Butterflies. I giggled, racing off down the hallway into his bedroom. We'd already preplanned where I'd hide, mostly because the apartment didn't have a lot of space to hide, and we were playing a game.

In his oversized T-shirt, I hide inside his closet. There was a little slither of space where the two doors didn't completely meet. I could see out into his room through it. It made it all the more exciting, even though I knew that he knew where I was. My heart raced with anticipation and excitement, hear him call out to me.

"Human," he roared. "Where are you?"

I giggled, holding onto the crevice of the inside closet door. My toes scrunched on the wood and my knees were buckling. I was desperate for him to take me.

"Human," his voice, so deep rattled through me, forcing out a moan.

He stomped away into the bedroom. Sniffing at the air like he could smell me. He looked right at wardrobe and then away. My heart in my ears like it whispered to me and told me to go to him. But of course, I was supposed to be scared of my orc hunter, even if I couldn't pretend to be scared, I was far too horned up.

Oscar walked around the bedroom, stomping his feet and sniffing the air. I caught him smiling, like he knew he shouldn't be stomping so much, which made sense, because he'd mentioned having neighbors that complained.

I did my best not to make a sound inside the closet, but it was impossible not to chuckle to myself or wiggle around from the way I held myself up. If I wasn't taken soon, I'd collapse into a ball at his feet from the weight of my cock chubbing up. I had, after all, been told that a stiff wind could pick me up and take me away.

He approached.

The door swung open.

Oscar pushed out his chest and stared at me, huffing. "You human," he said. "You mine." He dipped into a squat, showing off his legs. He grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder and taking me to the bed, not quite a basement with cuffs prepared at the bedposts.

I pretended to resist, throwing gentle fists against his back. "No. Unhand me. Help. Monster." I didn't raise my voice, there was no real concern, and I really didn't want to get the neighbors involved.

"Monster," he said, throwing me onto the bed. "Human."

"You're a monster," I said once more, tugging the ends of my T-shirt down to cover the excitement growing. "I'm not the monster."

"We make monster," he said, taking my hands and cuffing me. The green body paint transferring over to my skin. It was somewhat poetic of him turning me into a monster, a horny one.

This wasn't how I'd imagined that scene playing out from the porn, it was better, so much better because now I didn't have to imagine it. I could feel it, every single muscle of his orcish body on mine, his lips, his tongue, and all of the residue from the body paint against mine.

"All mine," he said, tearing the T-shirt up from the bottom, almost like he was gearing up to tea me in two in the exact same way. I reached for my cock, trying to hide it. "No."

"Please monster, don't fuck me."

The makeshift loincloth moved from the inside, his cock like a waving hand going up in the air. He ripped it away. "Me fuck you." He beat on his chest again. I loved the attention to detail on his cock and balls,both of which were green, and both of which weren't going in my mouth, but they would definitely be turning my ass green.

Oscar clearly enjoyed his role, which made my role as the sub even more exciting. I was splayed out of the bed for him to enjoy, and he definitely enjoyed me. His mouth especially, sucking my cock and eating my ass, he got all his green paint on me, and it didn't really come off his face at all.

I kept up the act, pretending to be helpless as he took advantage of my body. I did as much wiggled around with him between my legs, and all that turned out to create was a mess of green paint shared between the two of us.

He grunted and moaned at me while pushing my legs back against me. He'd explored most of my body, including the flexibility of it.

By the end of it, we were finishing up in the same way we did last night. His body hugged tight around me, our sweaty bodies smearing paint between us. I'd already came five minutes before him, the cum adding to the liquid that helped spread the paint. He'd came, his body tight around mine like I was a workout machine and he needed prying away from it.

"Nothing is ever going to top this," he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.

"Can you uncuff me so I can wrap my arms around you?"

"Sure."

It was a relief to have my hands free, but the excitement of having them in cuffs were the entire reason I'd came earlier than I should have. I liked knowing that Oscar could and would do anything with me, and how I was exposed, naked, and only mildly afraid, but that was because he was an orc and I had to be scared.

"We're gonna have to live in the tub after this," he whispered in my ear. "You've got so much paint on you, and these sheets too." He let out a little chuckle.

"I don't mind being green."

"I can tell you liked it," he said, stroking the side of my face.

"Maybe next time you I can be blindfolded, and you can also cuff my legs."

"Next time," he said, kissing me harder, almost like he was trying to see how much paint transferred from him to me. "I like next time. You'll have to tell me when you're free."

I kept my arms around him. I didn't want to stop holding or hugging him. I didn't know if there was even going to be a next time, or whether he was just agreeing with me to make me feel like there was a next time. "We'll have to get more green paint."

"I don't think—"

"Sorry, I shouldn't be thinking too much about another date."

He lifted his head to meet my gaze. "What do you mean? I hope there's another time. I just don't think we'll need as much green paint next time, or any. I'm not sure green is my color."

"Oh. Yeah, we could try blue, but that would start up my Avatar kink, and I'm not sure you're tall enough to pull that off," I said.

"I absolutely could."

"Really?"

He took my hand and force his pinky finger around my pinky finger. "Yes," he said. "I'll do anything for a good time."

I giggled uncontrollably. "Stop."

"Nope, I won't stop," he said. "But I—I guess this means we're dating now then."

Right there and then my heart could've stopped or given out. I wasn't opposed to it, but I figured he would be. He didn't seem like someone who would commit to dating, or even a monogamous life.

"What about all your countries?" I asked.

We held eye contact for a little longer, probably so he could attempt to read my mind. "I don't think anyone else could give me what you've already given me."

"I already told you, I tested negative," I joked.

"You know what I mean. You're open with me, gapingly open. I'm kidding, but I like you, Spence. And I want to keep getting to know you, and all those ideas you have about different ways to have sex."

"So, you like me?"

"Absolutely. Is that what you needed to hear?"

My face blushed, in fact, my entire body was filling with heat. I couldn't stop giggling under the weight of his body pinning my down. "I like you, Spence. And I want to date you."

"I accept." I craned my neck and kissed him. "And that also means you'll spot me in the gym too."

"Yeah, on the lowest weights," he said, kissing me back.With his grip on my body, he rolled me over until I was on top. "Because I don't want you getting any more muscle than this. I might not be able to take your body if you get any stronger," he teased, squeezing my arms.

"Tough," I said. "I need to build my muscle. How else am I gonna beat your meat with weak arms?"

"You have a great point. I suppose you can do whatever you like, as long as you keep telling me your fantasies, and I keep delivering them to you."

I knew he'd joked about me not building muscle, I knew he liked twinks, and to keep me slender, and I didn't mind that at all. He was the exact shape I wanted him in too, like someone who could squeeze the life out of me, and then fill me up with cum.

It was official. We were dating.

And my ass puckered tight at the idea of taking Oscar's cock many more times. I guess I'd need to start doing my ass crunches to keep it tight—if that was even a thing. I hoped it was a thing, because he would definitely tear me open if we kept going at our current pace. And I was about to get it for—well, as long as dating turned to—whatever came after that, I didn't want to plan or get excited about future ideas, but I became all giggly at the idea of us becoming much more than just dates.