Hot CEO, Sexy Client

𝓢𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭-𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐧 🔞

"I gotta set the mood right
Let me make you feel alright"

                    Metawin smiles as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. His newly dyed brown hair is styled and parted to perfection, he's wearing just enough smoky eyeshadow to draw the right amount of attention to his dark chocolate eyes, and he's blotted just the slightest bit of strawberry gloss on his plump lips to make them look inviting. He's never worn makeup before, and he's pleasantly surprised that he's managed to make himself look this good.

His eyes travel down his own face, to his prominent collarbones that are just peeking out from the edges of the white button-down shirt he's wearing. The slightly tarnished silver choker around his neck is one he'd gotten as a gift years ago, and a smile graces his lips as his small fingers touch the cool metal. He moves his fingers to unbutton one more button on his shirt, letting the valley between his white pectorals be shown.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his quiet voice sounding almost loud in the otherwise empty room. His shirt is slightly sheer, and his hands move downwards to buckle his belt, taking care to keep the hem of his tucked-in shirt free from it. The black leather pants he's chosen to wear hug his supple ass and thighs just right, the muscles he's gotten from days of workout being outlined perfectly by the material.

Yes, Win Metawin looks completely and utterly fuckable. There's just one thing missing, or rather, one person missing: Someone to fuck him.

Luckily, that will be remedied soon. He's getting ready to meet his latest client, an incredibly handsome (or so he's heard), incredibly rich CEO named Bright Vachirawit. The two had spoken on the phone once, as is custom where Win works, and he has no idea what the older man looks like. From the sound of his voice, all he can guess is that his client is extremely handsome. As he puts on his black blazer that's studded with crystals along the sleeves, the anticipation builds. A ten-minute drive brings him to his client's house, which is a large three-story mansion, something to be expected of such a high-profile man.

Win takes a deep breath before ringing the door bell and is greeted mere seconds later by a tall, older man with graying hair and a kind smile.

"Welcome, Win Metawin, I assume?" The silver-haired man nods. "Right. Please follow me." He motions to the small rug by the door so Win can kick off his shoes, leaving him in his black socks. He's a bit nervous as he follows the man through the house and up a flight of stairs, drinking in the sight of the lavish furnishings, art, and decorations that tastefully fill the large space. He's led down a hallway, passing by a few closed doors before he's brought to a set of double doors at the end of it. The man walks away without another word, and Win is left to hesitantly knock on one of the doors.

When the doors open, Win's breath is taken away. In front of him stands a man more handsome than he ever thought possible. He's about his own height, he has midnight black hair that's lazily brushed back from his forehead and lightly mussed, his skin is tanned, and his cupid's bow-shaped lips sit in a half smirk under coffee-colored eyes that seem to peer into Win's soul. He's wearing black slacks and a red silk button-down shirt, which is halfway unbuttoned. His head tilts to the side. "Hello, Metawin."

"H-hi, Mr. Vachirawit." Win takes a deep breath before mentally shaking off his nerves and taking a step closer to Bright. "I'm yours for the entire evening." A small smile plays on his lips, and he sees the older's eyes flicker down to his mouth. Perfect.

"You can call me Bright." the CEO smirks and steps to the side, lifting his arm in a gesture to let Win walk into the room before swiftly closing and locking the door behind them. The room is surprisingly not overly furnished. There's a king-size bed dominating one corner of the room, and along the wall opposite the bed is a large dresser. Next to the bed sits a locked wardrobe, and there's a large desk with a nice computer on top of it and comfortable-looking desk chair.