Fourteen.

Winston's pov 

Orson wrapped his hand around my dick, Stroking it, Rubbing the swollen its head.

“Do you like it?” He asked me, His chest was against my back.

I nodded, I could feel the familiar sensation of coming building in my abdomen.

“Let me hear you, Crowley” He murmured into my ear, His hot breath fanned my ear as he bite my ear.

“...Ah…I’m…coming…” I moaned out,

“Don't” Orson said, he pinched the head of my dick. “You can't come until I tell you to, Crowley”

The sensation disappeared, Almost.

I turned my head and glared at him, “You're insane”

“Don't worry it will worth,” he grinned and flipped me to my back. “In as much that I love finger f**king, It time for me to use my dick. You want it don't you?”

I didn't reply him, Just maintain my glare.

He laughed, “Don't frown, You will ruin that pretty face.”

He pulled off his pants and leaned down to kiss me but I pushed him back slightly.

“You should grab a condom” I said,

“What?”

“I won't sleep with you without Condom, Orson”

“I am clean”

“So am I” I sat up and folded my arms, he definitely didn't use protection the last time.

“Okay…okay, I will have to go and get it but the mood will be ruined,”

“It's already ruined when you pinched me” I snapped.

Orson just smiled, I frowned.

“What?”

“You're cute when you're angry, you should snap at people more” he saids he grabbed his pants.

He is weird.

“You're weird” I mumbled, gathering the cover on my body.

Orson grinned, “You should put on your clothes, Crowley. The cook should be done with dinner” he wears his shirt.

“We are not…”

“Yes. We are not, I hate been stopped when having fun” He said casually, slides his hands into his pockets. “I will send a maid to come call you”

With that he made his way out of the room.

I shook my head cursing him in my mind, I knew he joked around like this.

•

I turned off the shower and leaned against the wall for a moment, I glanced down at my still hardened member. My entrance twitched…

The feel of his fingers in my entrance, curling in and out of me was still lingering in me.

I wrapped my hand around my member and pushed in one finger into my entrance.

“Ah…” I moaned, I stroke myself as I kept pulsating in and out of my entrance. “

…Hm…ah..”

A image of Orson's ginger in me flashed in my head, the feel of his hot breath on my ear, I stroked my enlarging d*ck faster. 

“F**kk..” I groan as pleasure torn through me and my d*ck twitched and I came, Pulling my finger out of my slipping hole 

I leaned against the wall, It has been a long time since I have touched myself, I turned on the shower again.

By the time I was done in the shower, A maid was waiting at the door. She told me that dinner is ready and Orson is waiting.

After I dressed up, I went down stairs with a maid leading the way to Orson's dinner room.

The large door opened and I stepped in, Orson was seating at the Center ot the table.

His eyes lits up when he saw, I walked towards him.

“Crowley, I thought you were pissed.” He smiled cheekily, referring to what happened some while ago.

I rolled my eyes and settled down, “I am not pissed”

He didn't gave any response, “I asked my Chef to make something special…Since you're special guest.” He paused,

I glanced at him, The maids that I didn't notice before came out nowhere and server is the food.

Pasta.

“It's your favorite, Pasta” Orson said, in a proud tone.

It's indeed my favorite food but how did he know that?

I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face, “How did you know?” I questioned,

“You have mentioned it before” He answered, picking up his fork.

“Mentioned? If I remember clearly, we haven't have a normal conversation before” I said,

“In an interview” He said, bringing his fork to his mouth.

I scoffed, “you were watching…”

“For f**k sake, Crowley. Eat your food and stop be sassy” He cuts me off.

“Don't cut me off” I hissed, picking up my fork to eat.

We were both silent for a while as we ate our food, I am not gonna lie Orson's chief is really good.

“Are you enjoying your food?” Orson asked, 

I raised my head, He was already looking at me. “Yeah…it's nice” 

He smiled, “I'm glad you're enjoying it” he returned to his food.

I picked up my glass of water,  

“Will you like a house tour?” 

I frowned, dropping my fork.

His tone missed his cockiness and arrogance.

“You want to show me around your place?” I repeated,

“Yeah…Crowley, Don't make me repeat my words” He said, a little irritation in his voice.

I smiled, “Okay…” I nodded.

“Good”

•••••

I and Orson walked side to side, We were now outside and Orson is not really showing me around.

We are just walking around, “You haven't even show me your place” I said, glancing at him.

“Oh…I…”

“You haven't gave anyone a house tour before?” I questioned,

“I haven't done it before” he respond, looking away 

I laughed at his reaction, “Why did you ask me if I want a house tour?”

“Because you look piss…” he turned to me, we are now at the pool. He backed me against the wall, “and It won't be good to have a person who you're about to f**k to…”

I pushed him off when he tried to kiss me, I looked away trying to control my stable my heart beat.

I had thought…

He is jerk, he likes messing with people's feeling.

“Don't take it to heart, Crowley. We should continue the tour” He stepped back, sliding his hands into the pocket.

“I would…like to go back to the room…” I said turning away but Orson stopped me.

“You can't go yet” Orson pulled me to him.