johnsendeavor

[johnsendeavor]

Drabble?

I’ve never done this before but just couldn’t stop writing this narrative of Aaron Peel from Killing Eve fixating on a male for the first time instead of a woman in my head. He is a bit ooc, I apologize. I wanted the male to represent maybe a version of Vilanelle that lacks all of her best qualities.

Warnings: MDNI, Adult themes, rich people sh!t, slight smut, blowjob (I guess)

A man working on Operation Mandalay. A man from an urban area used to the decay of the city the thirst for luxury, a man who bathes himself in exorbitantly expensive luxury goods with his measly salary as a financial analyst. Brought in by Carolyn once the investigation into the Twelve and their killers led to Pharaday and the Peel empire. A man who prides himself in knowing how it all works, how much it should cost and why especially when it comes to information, on people, places, governments.

They meet when Eve goes to meet Aaron, the man coming along hoping to gauge the true value of what the company may hold. Somehow Aaron finds himself entranced, infatuated with this first glance of this male seemingly soft, bored, thirsty for money and luxury. Whether the strong musk of a floral Chanel perfume or the bright Coach leather bag with its perfectly edged curves and subtle insignia. Aaron can see all of it the same way the man does, money, luxury and yet Aaron gets a strange sense of pleasure.

Aaron finds himself confused, unable to comprehend his initial and strong attraction. He wants to understand, he yearns to control it and so miraculously he contacts the male. Aaron reaches out through the male’s private phone provided by M16, yet lacking any concern the male finds himself intrigued. They meet, somewhere drenched in the smell of luxury, people who have never had to work a day in their lives and the male basks in it before Aaron calls his attention, beckoning him to sit.

Aaron just gawks at the male in silence, both unmoving. The male unsure of what to do in an odd sense of calm. Aaron views them, the small twitch in their eye as the sun reflects off a chandelier, as their pinky finger slightly twitches towards the bright sterling cutlery, as the man views him as well peeking through his bangs and eyelashes. Aaron finds himself in awe, stating “I have a trip coming up, come with me.”

The man simply asks “Where?” Aaron confidently answers “Rome.” “How long?” Asks the man which of course give Aaron a slight bit of satisfaction from the man continuously surprising him. “As long as I would like.” The man remains calm almost stoic as a small grin starts to show, “Let’s go then.”

Aaron finds himself for the first time in a long time lacking total control, unable to decide how he wants the man to fit his vision, his ideal of perfection. How does he dress the man, how does he want the man to act, how does he need the man to be.

Aaron finds himself conflicted when he dresses the man in a soft silhouette adorned heavily with silk and fine toile, gold adorning his neck, hair, and hands and yet, Aaron finds himself frustrated forcing the male to disrobe the top piece of his extravagant ensemble. The man slides it off delicately, slowly, almost teasingly in front of Aaron as he shouts “Stop, take it all of.” The man continues to disrobe, taking of the top, the sliding the bottoms off to his knees before stepping out of them and folding them nicely. When he moves to remove his undergarments, a pair of laced adorned briefs Aaron shockingly stutters “St- slower please…” The man continues to slide off his undergarments, stripping fully before stepping towards Aaron.

Aaron Peel a man not of physical affection suddenly holds the man’s shoulder, grazing it while finding himself in blissful pleasure. The man then asks “What else do you want me to do Aaron?” “Head to the bed room, lay down and wait, be still until I arrive.” Taking the task at hand the male saunters to the room provided by Aaron after circling him. He slips pasts the grand doors leaving them slightly propped open, littering the floor to the bed with the gold jewelry and accessories Aaron dressed him in. As he lays down he see Aaron peeking in, unwilling or rather begrudgingly beginning to enter the room. Aaron stands there awkwardly, the man laying in the bed, still and unmoving yet gorgeous to Aaron with the sun glistening on the man’s skin, resembling a porcelain doll.

Aaron stands there a wet spot appearing on his thick slacks as the hand previously out of view comes out a sharp object, not a knife, not a machete, but a sickle. Aaron previously figured for a new adventure he should employ a new tool and toy. The man however remains unwavering. Aaron could not even make it past the edge of the bed before faltering, stumbling in his step laying on the bed with the man’s thighs dangerously close to Aaron as the man looks at ease, intrigued almost adorned with the same small smile as for when they first met one on one. Aaron stills, unable to move, losing control and so the man guides Aaron’s hand holding the sickle to his neck before liking the blade and asking “What do you want Aaron?” Aaron responds uncomfortably for the first time with “I don’t know… I think I want you, truly want you.”

“Then have me.” The man slides the sickle out of Aaron’s hand into his own and cuts Aaron’s clothing off slightly nicking his chest. Aaron never pursuing this type of physical intimacy slowly subdued to this carnal lust allowing the man to continue. The man slowly guided Aaron to lay down. Once Aaron took his place the man slowly adorned Aaron’s neck with small kisses leading down his chest, flicking the cut with his tongue feeling Aaron’s breathe quiver more and more as he lead down to his somewhat already wet member seemingly already having experienced an orgasm earlier.

As the man got lower to Aaron’s erection he continued to maintain strong eye contact multitasking as he started to firmly and slowly stroke Aaron’s cock and fondle his balls. The man slowly moved his mouth closer almost teasing Aaron as he lowly wrapped his tongue around the head of Aaron’s penis starting to provide suction and he slowly hollowed out his mouth to fully engulf Aaron’s length until the man’s mouth was full of Aaron’s girth rather than air. It was not long until Aaron fully came seeming overstimulated and exhausted. The man was not done but Aaron seemingly was. So the man then went to Aaron and laid beside him and before Aaron left consciousness all he could see was his infatuation this man who he had now spoilt, on who was previously hungry for this excess this luxury, he found pride, content. He found himself satiated, he had power over this individual, full control.

- Love John

(I know it’s shitty and it’s not proofread but I had to get it written. Probably only thing I’ll ever write so if you did enjoy I apologize.)

(Was worried about the real ending I wanted to write not being okay on tumblr so it may be lost forever.)