-'n' Night Stands-🔞

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It wasn't in Doyoung's plan to find a company for the night, but the obvious stares from a tall guy sitting across raised his curiosity. Doyoung didn't even meet eyes with him, but he very well felt those eyes linger all over him, from top to bottom. He shifted a little in his seat, exposing his already exposed neck a little more.

Doyoung entered inside the bar in hope of drinking and leaving. He was disturbed, he needed some alcohol to calm his mind. His choice of cloth was pretty good though. A silky white shirt with golden yellow chains as patterns and a tight black jeans complimenting it. He had the sleeves rolled up and a button undone. With long silky brown hair, gorgeous would be an understatement to define him. And so, the stranger or whoever that tall guy was, couldn't take his eyes off the tipsy Doyoung.

When the staring lasted too long for comfort, Doyoung glanced ever so lightly at him. It was a mistake. Because that guy- that guy was hot. Like super hot. He had such big eyes, and his lips were covered with the glass he was holding. His nails were black. With shiny rings on his fingers, and his brushed back blonde hair- he looked like an epitome of elegance. Yet that was lustful. Such a beautiful contrast! Doyoung couldn't but gulp.

He took one more sip and slowly, looked at him again.

This time, he kept his gaze. Their eyes met, and they connected. Doyoung was at a considerable distance but he could still read those orbs. Because they conveyed. Doyoung's lids came halfway down, his lips slightly parted as he gave a slanted half smile to that guy, who had taken his glass down from in front of his lips.

And oh those lips! Smacked against each other in a perfectly curved line, so plump like the ripest of the red cherries. The residual alcohol glistened on them and he slowly, torturously licked his lips. Doyoung felt chills down his spine. That was one bold, suggestive action.

But Doyoung wasn't a shy guy, he knew not how to stop after that subtle challenge thrown at him. He put the glass down himself, and with one hand, undid the second shirt button of his. His milky white skin glowed under the lights and the guy smiled a very sly smile.

He stood up, damn he was very tall! He brushed his hands through his already perfect hair and Doyoung felt his heartbeat rise. He wore a long grey coat over a black top and some baggy pants that was more on the black side. Doyoung couldn't tell, because his eyes got stuck at the prominent bulge on his throat.

He was a fine man for sure. But when he started walking with his shoulders relaxed, Doyoung had a hard time believing he wasn't some sort of model already.

The guy walked closer and his features became clearler to Doyoung. Nothing failed to impress him. Not those glowing cheeks, prominent jaw, high nose, glistening forehead with a perfect hairline- and that was only on his face. Doyoung wondered how fine he was underneath those pile of clothes.

The guy pulled a tool a sat by Doyoung, who shifted to face him properly. He looked even more handsome up close. Doyoung saw him holding the cup of beer Doyoung previously had, and not breaking the eye contact, he took a sip.

And Doyoung couldn't but bite his lower lip when the guy smirked. But the next action, it chilled Doyoung to the core- because he put his palm on Doyoung's thigh all of a sudden.

"Hey." He called. Yes. After all he did, a small 'hey.' Doyoung kept his cool though. He took the same glass again and returned the same smirk. He took another sip and the guy watched. He called the bartender for more drinks, since he enjoyed it quite a lot.

"How're you enjoying it here?" Asked the guy. At the first 'hey', Doyoung didn't realize the full potential of that voice, but this time he did. And it added fire to the fuel. His voice was deep and mature- a certain turn on.

"Meh. It's boring." Doyoung answered casually. Maybe a bit too much to hide his rising heartbeat.

"Why?" The guy leaned back, his palm squeezed the skin on Doyoung's thigh. "Don't have a company?"

Doyoung leaned back as well, mimicking his confident look, answered, "I don't feel like having a company tonight."

The guy raised a brow. He took one of the two glasses that were recently placed before him, and suggested Doyoung to take the other. They raised a toast, maybe for their asses that night, and drank together.

"Oh, but I'm here." Said the deep voiced guy. Doyoung shrugged, "Didn't ask you to come." He saw a look of insult on the guy's face. So, for compensation, he undid the third shirt button, letting a lot of his soft chest show. The guy's eyes changed immediately, as he crossed his arms and focused on the glowing skin Doyoung had.

"Not verbally no." Said the guy. Doyoung replied with a sip. The guy followed him, and for few seconds, none of them talked. The guy was shamelessly staring in between Doyoung's legs, and the worst of it, Doyoung didn't mind. He seemed to spread them even more because that's what felt right at that moment. That guy's gesture was his command.

Doyoung felt his pant tightening against his hip, and it was not okay. Not okay how the guy smiled knowing he did absolutely nothing but sit and talk, and still got Doyoung hard.

Doyoung stood up, quite abruptly. Even the composed self of the man sitting in front of him felt a stir.

"Where are you going?" He asked. Doyoung turned back, and then faced him with his head turning back, "I don't know. But I think, you'll follow me either way."

And he left. The guy felt so amused, so excited that he did exactly that. He followed Doyoung out of the back door.

Doyoung was waiting for him. When they met eyes, he smirked. And the guy crashed upon him, hard, smacking his cherry lips with Doyoung's feathery soft ones.

And Doyoung immediately cupped his face, pulled his hair with one hand. His whole mouth was sucked in by the guy's skilled lips and his hands were on Doyoung's chest.

Undoing the rest of his buttons.