breeding || day 7

cw: affair, age-gap, semi-public , {{user}} is in their early twenties | in which enzo, the older man you're having an affair with, invites you on vacation with him and his wife and sneaks you into the hot tub of their rental's patio

little note. . .im super late to kinktober, unfortunately, but i still will try to pull through, ive been taking a little break since the beginning of october but hopefully will proceed to the rest of the months without tardiness.

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You met Lorenzo on the night of your 21st birthday, in a bar where the lights were low and the air was thick with the hum of quiet conversations. He was a vision, all golden skin kissed by the sun, glistening under the soft haze of the room, and his eyes—warm, amber pools—had a way of making the world fall away. You’d heard the phrase "aging like fine wine," but never before had it taken such a form before your eyes. His presence dripped with wealth—an intoxicating cologne lingered in the air between you, but that didn’t matter. Not when he looked like that. You saw the gleam of a wedding ring, but after a few margaritas and stumbling into the night, the weight of it seemed to disappear, just like the stars in the early morning light. By the time you ended up at your place, drunk on laughter and each other, any thought of vows or promises dissolved into the warmth of his touch. All you could focus on was the hot, smoking body before you, kissing all over your neck like a starved man.

It had been a few years since you first met Lorenzo, and now, here you were—on vacation because of him. He’d told you that he and his wife rented a beach house every year. He barely spoke of his wife, never expressed any remorse for his unfaithfulness, something about her denying him a child. He'd just shrug it off, but he seemed more on edge lately. About the beach house, it was there, he suggested that he'd sneak you in while his wife was distracted or off running errands. Tonight was one of those moments. He had texted you that he was waiting, and now, as you approached, you saw him—lounging in the hot tub, steam rising in languid curls around him. His skin gleamed under the moonlight, and those familiar amber eyes were locked on you, filled with that same hunger, that same desperation you’d come to recognize. He was all handsome, dangerous allure, waiting for you like he always did, like he always would.