Happy Ending:

“Mmnnnn!”
God Damnit! I’m gonna need to thank Shitty hair for booking this appointment. I had originally turned him down on, but after that villain attack yesterday I am sore as fuck. I reluctantly agreed to come, the idea of a full body massage sounding therapeutic. I don’t need to waste my money on ‘self care’ like he does. But damn, if this is what he meant by self care then I can get used to this. He even paid for a ‘happy ending’.
I can’t help but groan as the masseuse runs his hands over me again. His delicate fingers massaging my upper legs and hips as he sucks me off.
“Fuck!”
“Do I need to cover your mouth as well?” He giggles after pulling off. I blush at his statement. I am not known for being quiet so I wouldn't mind if he did.
The green haired masseuse climbs up on top of the table, straddling over me. I watch as his green hair falling into his eyes, the once styled curled now a mess from our earlier make out. I let my eyes wander over his bare chest and down to our naked groins resting together.
He runs one of his hands slowly over my chest and gently grinds against me. Both of us lightly moan as he continues to stimulate us.
“I need to ask for a happy ending again.” I groan out as my hands grab the masseuse’s hips, helping him rock his hips. He giggles in reply, his cheeks a light pink as he grabs some oil on the side table. I watch him pour some on his hand and reach behind him.
Damn, I wish I could watch him oil his ass. What a sight that would be to watch him finger fuck himself. I don’t have a small cock so it would take a few fingers to get stretched to the right size.
The masseuse moans slightly, his eyes closing as he lets his head fall to the side. Gods, he is beautiful. His smaller form and pale skin is hypnotizing. His large emerald eyes show every emotion, while his voice sends shivers over my body. He is definitely my type, catering all the qualities of a twink.
He looks down at me and smiles, my own lips forming into a smirk as I watch him pour more oil into his palm. He raises himself up and grasps my cock, the oils oozing around his fingers and down my shaft.
I hum at the feeling, watching him give me a hand job to coat me. His hand squeezes and pulls while running the tip against his gaping hole.
He smiles warmly at me as he leans forward, his lips feathering my ear as he rests a palm on my pec.
“Are you ready to fill me?” He whispers, his hot breath sending a chill through me. “I can’t wait to feel you stretch me.”