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Months had passed and spring was coming to an end. Summer of 6 was only next week and Jupiter had promised to take Ezra and the teens at least once this summer to the Bazaar. Not much had happened over the past few months Ezra had been busy teaching Morrigan. Jupiter had tried to encourage him to use his talents for himself and make something interesting, but he seemed to be reluctant to use Wunder, besides for demonstrations for Morrigan. Jupiter decided wanted to take Ezra out for a night on the town in Dephia, they planned to spend the night out at a popular theatre. Israfel had gotten them tickets to a show by a friend of his. Cyrus the Magnificent, an incendiary show. Jupiter thought this would be right up Ezra’s alley, even though he’d probably spend the entire show whispering how he could do it better in his ear. Which would be better than his usual dirty whisperings.
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They got dressed in their shared dressing room which was joined to their shared bathroom. Jupiter had picked out Ezra’s outfit a black embossed suit with tiny silken red and gold thread accents, a matching corset, tie, trousers and suit jacket. A bright orange dress shirt and gold accessories. Jupiter had a custom almost reverse ensemble. Bright orange corset, trousers and jacket with silken black threads, a charcoal black shirt and yellow bowtie, he looked like he was on fire and he loved it. He was almost more turned on by himself, until he saw Ezra actually in his outfit. His mouth fell open, almost drooling over the sight of perfection in front of him. Blood instantly rushed to unfortunate places. ‘God why did I have to pick such tight pants’ He thought.
“Hello you.” Jupiter said, pulling him in close. Kissing him passionately.
Ezra pulled away. “Jupiter we have a performance to get to.”
“I know, you just look so, ugh. I almost don’t want to go, you look so good.”
“Don’t worry I’ll make it worth the wait.” Ezra said, extricating himself out of his arms. “You might want to reposition yourself, babe.” Ezra’s eye pointing at his crotch.
“It’s hard, these pants are so tight.” Jupiter said, trying to shift himself around.
“I could feel that babe, that's why I’m mentioning it.” Ezra teased.
“Oh stop it you, this is your fault. Let’s go before I rip your clothes off or mess mine up.” He said.
It was too hot for an overcoat yet grabbed one anyway the nights were still cold enough for him to wear one. He could just carry it.
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Charlie had organised a carriage for them so they wouldn’t be caught in public with stained pants if Ezra chose to proceed with his regular antics. They of course still had their safe word, Tempest, they’d set up at the start of their relationship not that they used it often, Although Jupiter had needed it once or twice on the Wunderground when Ezra had decided on having some fun. They made their way through New Delphia into Old Delphia through the tricksey lane. Luckily by the time they got out of the carriage his situation had died down to a semi, which was still noticeable but just not glaringly obvious. Walking hand in hand with Ezra they entered the theatre and were ushered to a private box.
“Oh Israfel has spoiled us with these seats.” He commented to Ezra.
“Yes indeed. Good for privacy.” Ezra whispered cheekily in his ear.
They took their seats and were offered a glass of champagne each. Jupiter sipped, it wasn’t as good as the hotel’s private collection but it was decent. Although after one glass he could already feel the buzz. The performance had begun, another champagne offered. Ezra indeed did whisper about how he could do it better, humming a few notes before lighting the rim of his champagne glass on fire.
“Shush, Ezra, just watch.”
“Would you rather I whispered something else? Maybe perhaps fill your head with fantasy’s of what you're going to do to me when we get home.” Ezra ran his hand up his thigh stopping just before his slight hard bulge, that was now growing again at these tantalising words.
“No, I’d rather you sit quietly watching the show.” He was lying because he wanted Ezra to keep going; they'd gone out specifically for this purpose. That was part of the game though.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to hear about how much champagne I’ve drank and how full my bladder is for you.”
“Look fire Ezra! You love fire.” Jupiter tried to redirect his focus.
‘Yea but I love you more, and right now I’m a little tipsy.” Ezra said, staring at him with those loving black eyes full of lust.
“Then maybe you should stop drinking so much champagne.” Jupiter instructed. Removing Ezra’s hand placing it back on his own lap.
“Oh would you rather watch tonight darling?” Ezra asked, palming himself a little, nibbling his ear a little as he whispered these words in his ear. Jupiter looked over to see the straining bulge under Ezra’s palm.
“Yes, the show. Down there.” Jupiter gestured to the performance. That was basically long forgotten.
“But I’m sure the show up here is so much better.” Ezra said, running a hand down the corset to his crotch to give it a nice squeeze letting out a little moan. Jupiter had gotten better at holding back from staining his pants in recent months since Ezra had taken to talking him through orgasm with his words, but tonight the mix of that suit, the alcohol and the privacy of being in a more accepting part of the city was making it incredibly hard to do so.
“Babe be good or I won’t fuck you over the chaise.” Jupiter mouthed the word fuck. This was all mostly foreplay for what would be to come later. Or at least it was supposed to be. Jupiter had something planned for tonight. They were barely an hour into a 3 hour performance. He wasn’t sure how much longer he or Ezra would last with Ezra drinking more champagne whispering in his ears.
He could already feel the effects of his two glasses and now half a third. He was okay for now but sitting through another 2 hours would be pushing it.
“Babe, I don’t know if we will last the entire show.” He leaned over to whisper in Ezra’s ear.
“Let’s try, it’s more fun that way. We always have the option to opt out. Finish at least that glass, Then we will stop drinking.” Ezra insisted.
They refocused on the show for a little while until Ezra was in his ear again.
“Darling I’m so full, I want you to see me flood these tight pants of mine.”
“Ezzy if you don’t stop I’m going to wet myself.” His need had increased over the course of the past hour, that they’d been watching the show. “I think maybe we should go. I don’t even know if I’ll make it home.”
He’d already felt a few drips leak out.