One night stand or more

"It was a normal day for the cyborg cowboy, Boothill, he didn't have any officers or guards trying to find him today, probably because they simply gave up or they just had other more wanted criminals with a higher bounty than his. He decided to relax and go to the bar he always goes to, "Starr", so he did just that. He walked in, ordered a whiskey, and sat at the back of the bar with a cigarette and his beloved glass of alcohol in his hands. He let out a puff of smoke, before resuming to exhale the toxins that didn't do anything to him, after all, he was a cyborg with metal organs. Everything was quiet. Until Boothill heard the door of the bar open, and he noticed aaronn6610. A man who seemed to be around 24-29, which was around his age. Boothill took a sip of his whiskey, watching the man silently, the man, aaronn6610, was quite attractive to the cyborg cowboy, the exact type of man he wanted, he judged aaronn6610 quietly, seeing if the man was good enough to be a potential lover."

"Boothill's eyes lingered on the man's captivating physique, admiring the way his skin glowed like cinnamon in the dim light of the bar. The corset hugged his curves enticingly, drawing attention to his narrow waist and ample chest. As the man moved, Boothill couldn't help but notice the subtle bounce of his male breasts, a tantalizing sight that stirred something primal within him. His gaze trailed down to the man's strong legs and thighs, encased in tight brown pants that left little to the imagination. And that round, firm ass... Boothill felt a surge of desire as he imagined the feel of it beneath his touch. With each glance, he found himself more drawn to the man's angelic yet undeniably masculine face, framed by dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. Boothill couldn't resist the urge to approach, eager to get closer and explore every inch of this captivating stranger."

"As Boothill approached, he made sure to catch the man's eye, a mischievous smile playing across his lips." "Well hello there, handsome," "he drawled, sliding onto the stool next to the man." "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room." "He took another sip of whiskey, smirking as he watched the man shift in his seat, clearly affected by Boothill's words." "Name's Boothill. And yours?"

"Boothill's heart quickened at the sight of Naoto's warm smile and innocent demeanor, a stark contrast to his tempting physique." "Pleasure's all mine, Naoto," "he purred, leaning in closer." "What's a fine man like you doing in a place like this?" "His gaze flickered suggestively, a silent invitation for Naoto to share more about himself."

"Boothill chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Naoto's endearing blush." "Well, darlin', you picked a mighty fine place to relax," "he said, his voice low and suggestive." "And if you're not much of a drinker, I'd be happy to keep you company. Maybe we can find other ways to pass the time." "He flashed Naoto a coy grin, his words laced with subtle invitation."

"Boothill's heart skipped a beat at Naoto's innocent charm, sensing the possibility that he could be Naoto's first. His desire grew stronger as he took in the man's delicate movements and demeanor." "Well now, Naoto, I like to think so," "he replied, smirking suggestively." "But I'm curious, have you ever been swept off your feet by a cowboy before?" "His eyes locked onto Naoto's, holding his gaze with an intense, alluring energy."

"Boothill's eyes couldn't help but wander down to Naoto's tight pants, admiring the way they hugged his pert rear. His desire grew stronger as he imagined the possibilities with the man before him." "I see," "he murmured, his gaze flickering back up to meet Naoto's once more." "Well, I think I can take that as a challenge." "He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Naoto's ear." "Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to make you let go and lose yourself in the moment."

"Boothill smirked, admiring Naoto's courage and determination. He stood up from his own seat, offering his hand to the man before him." "You got yourself a deal, darlin'," "he said, his voice low and sultry." "I'll make sure you won't be disappointed." "He led Naoto towards the dance floor, wrapping his arm around the man's waist and pulling him close as they began to move to the rhythm of the waltz music. His body moved with grace and ease, impressing Naoto with his smooth movements and confident demeanor." "Well, what do you think?" "Boothill asked, his lips brushing against Naoto's ear." "Do I pass your test?"

"Boothill couldn't help but let out a low growl at the feeling of Naoto's body pressing against his own. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, wanting nothing more than to take the man in front of him right there and then." "Oh, I'm definitely impressed," "he murmured, his lips brushing against Naoto's ear as he spoke." "But don't think you've won just yet, darlin'. I still have a few moves up my sleeve." "With that, he grabbed Naoto's hand and spun him around, pulling him back into a tight embrace as they continued to dance in each other's arms."

"Boothill chuckled, his own chest heaving as he caught his breath. He leaned in close to Naoto, his lips brushing against the man's ear." "I always get what I want," "he murmured, his voice low and sultry." "And what I want right now is you." "With that, he grabbed Naoto's hand and led him towards the exit of the bar, ready to take things to the next level."

"As Boothill and Naoto made their way outside of the bar, he wasted no time in pulling Naoto towards him, pressing him up against a nearby wall as his lips hungrily claimed Naoto's. He could feel the heat radiating off of Naoto's body, and it only served to fuel his desire for the man even more. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, he murmured breathlessly," "Do you want this, Naoto? Do you want me?"

"Boothill's eyes widened slightly as Naoto began to undress, revealing his toned torso and impressive chest. He couldn't help but let out a low growl at the sight before him, feeling himself growing even harder at the thought of finally having Naoto all to himself. He returned the man's passionate gaze with equal fervor, running his hands over Naoto's exposed skin as he spoke." "Then let's not waste any more time," "he murmured before crashing his lips back onto Naoto's, deepening the kiss and pulling the man in even closer to him."

"Boothill couldn't help but smirk at Naoto's admission, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of being Naoto's first. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Naoto's ear as he whispered," "Don't worry, darlin'. I'll make sure it's a night you'll never forget." "With that, he trailed kisses down Naoto's neck, his hands roaming over Naoto's body as he prepared to show Naoto just how gentle and passionate he could be."

"Boothill's lips trailed down Naoto's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake as he listened to Naoto's sweet words. He couldn't resist the invitation, lightly nipping at Naoto's earlobe before sucking on it gently, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of their passionate encounter. As he continued to explore Naoto's body, he reveled in the sensation of Naoto's hands running through his hair and massaging his back, feeling a deep connection forming between them." "You're already mine, Naoto," "he murmured against Naoto's skin, his voice filled with possessiveness and desire."

"Boothill's breath hitched at the sensation of Naoto's legs wrapping around his hips, feeling the heat radiating between them. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Naoto's enticing form, his gaze lingering on the man's swollen nipples and cinnamon skin. With a low growl of desire, he tightened his grip on Naoto's waist, pulling him even closer as he whispered," "And you'll have me, darlin'. All night long." "With that, he claimed Naoto's lips in a fierce kiss, eager to fulfill Naoto's every desire."

"Boothill's desire surged as he watched Naoto's bashful yet alluring movements, feeling his own arousal growing with each subtle touch. With a tender smile, he cupped Naoto's face in his hands, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of lust and adoration." "I'll be as gentle as you need, sweetheart," "he murmured softly, his voice filled with reassurance and affection. Lavishing him with gentle kisses and caresses, eager to explore every inch of his lover's body."

Boothill's cock is a marvel of engineering and desire, crafted from gleaming metal and pulsating with raw, primal energy. Its length is impressive, boasting a substantial eight inches, but what truly sets it apart is its versatility. The metal shaft is extendable, capable of reaching a staggering seventeen inches when Boothill is fully aroused. Veins of shimmering silver run along its length, adding texture and sensation to every touch. At its tip, the head is sleek and tapered, designed for maximum pleasure as it glides effortlessly against Naoto's soft skin. Boothill's cock is a testament to both his cyborg nature and his insatiable lust, a perfect complement to the passion igniting between him and Naoto.

"Boothill's lips curled into a wicked grin as he gazed down at Naoto, his desire burning bright in his eyes." "Oh, darlin', it'll fit just fine," "he purred, his voice dripping with confidence and anticipation." "I'll make sure to take it slow and easy, sweetheart. Just relax and let me take care of you." "With a firm yet gentle touch, he guided Naoto's hips, positioning him against the alley wall, ready to fulfill both of their deepest desires."

"Boothill's heart raced with anticipation as he took in the sight of Naoto's trembling form, his desire burning hotter than ever before. With a reverent touch, he trailed his fingertips along Naoto's smooth skin, savoring the sensation of their bodies pressed close together." "You're absolutely breathtaking, darlin'," "he whispered huskily, his voice thick with desire." "I promise to make this unforgettable for you." "With a slow, deliberate motion, he positioned himself between Naoto's legs, ready to claim him as his own."

"Boothill gazed deep into Naoto's eyes, his fingers tenderly stroking the side of Naoto's face as he leaned in for a kiss. He felt Naoto shudder beneath him as their lips met, their mouths opening hungrily to one another, tongues entwining in a fierce embrace."

"With one hand still exploring Naoto's body, Boothill lowered himself down further between Naoto's legs, taking in the sight of his virgin hole with a mixture of reverence and hunger. He reached up to cup Naoto's cheek, locking eyes with him as he carefully positioned the head of his cock at Naoto's entrance."

"Are you ready, my love?" "he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "Tell me if I need to stop or slow down."

"Without waiting for a response, Boothill pushed forward, his metal length slowly but inexorably sliding inside Naoto's warm, welcoming body. He could feel the tension and resistance in Naoto's muscles, but he pushed forward gently, careful not to hurt his new lover."

"Boothill felt a surge of desire wash over him as he gazed down at Naoto, his heart pounding with raw emotion. He continued to push forward, the sensations growing more intense with every inch that he claimed."

"Damn, baby, you feel so good," "he groaned, his voice thick with need." "I'm not gonna stop until you're completely mine, sweetheart."

"With a fierce determination, Boothill began to thrust, his metal cock moving in and out of Naoto's body in a steady rhythm. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the alleyway as they moved together, lost in the heat of the moment."

"Boothill wrapped his arms around Naoto, holding him tightly as they rode the waves of pleasure together."

"Boothill's eyes were glued to Naoto's bouncing breasts as he continued to thrust into him, feeling his own orgasm building with each passing moment."

"God, you're so fucking sexy," "he growled, biting down on Naoto's neck as he fucked him hard and fast." "I could do this all night, baby."

"As his pleasure intensified, Boothill reached down between them, wrapping his hand around Naoto's cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts."

"You like that, don't you?" "he whispered into Naoto's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine." "You love being filled up by my big metal cock while I jerk you off. You want to cum for me, don't you?"

"Boothill let out a primal growl as he thrust harder into Naoto, feeling his orgasm building to an intense release."

"Fuck, Naoto," "he grunted, biting down on Naoto's bottom lip as his hand moved faster on Naoto's cock." "I'm gonna cum inside you just like you want."

"With one final hard thrust, Boothill released deep inside Naoto, filling him up with hot metal cum as he continued to stroke his cock until Naoto came as well."

"Breathless and spent, Boothill collapsed against Naoto's back, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together as they both basked in the afterglow of their passion."

"That was fucking incredible," "he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against Naoto's neck." "You're amazing, baby."

"Boothill grinned wolfishly at Naoto's comment, enjoying the thought of marking his territory." "I'd say you enjoyed it more than any cheap whore ever could," "he teased, trailing his fingers through the mess between Naoto's legs."

"But if this is what being a woman feels like, then count me in," "he chuckled, running his hand along Naoto's toned waistline before leaning in for another passionate kiss."

"You know I only do this for someone special... And clearly, you're worth every drop of my seed."

"Boothill smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement at Naoto's playful question."

"It means, darlin', that you've got a hold on me," "he replied, his voice low and husky as he squeezed Naoto's ass."

"You've got me wrapped around your little finger, beggin' for more of that sweet ass of yours."

"He leaned in close, his breath warm against Naoto's ear."

"And believe me, I ain't lettin' go anytime soon."

"Boothill's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Naoto fondle his own breasts, the sight sending a shiver of arousal down his spine."

"Well, ain't you just the perfect little plaything," "he growled, his hands gripping Naoto's hips possessively."

"Consider your ass officially claimed, darlin'. And trust me, I plan on takin' full advantage of that."

"With a hungry grin, he pressed himself against Naoto's back, his hardness pressing against Naoto's entrance."

"Ready for round two, sweetheart?"

"Boothill couldn't resist the invitation, his desire burning hot as he gripped Naoto's hips firmly."

"With a low growl, he thrust into Naoto, filling him completely and setting a delicious rhythm of passion and lust."

"Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy."

"As Boothill pounded into Naoto with primal intensity, he couldn't help but revel in the sensation of claiming him as his own."

"And with each moan that escaped Naoto's lips, Boothill felt himself drawn deeper into the whirlwind of desire."

"Lost in the moment, he gave himself over completely to the intoxicating pleasure of their shared passion."