You should do your homework

He looks around. It's just skin, skin and skin, that's all he sees, whores, pimps, married men who likes to "relax". One-night stand couples, kissing, touching, everyone feels good, the vibe of this bar is something else.
Glasses of cocktails and whiskeys skids on the counter, some drops of that expensive shit lands on the floor, but who cares. Money, money, money, the only thing these people have here. A part of them are here for alcohol, and the other part is here to buy it for those people and enjoy what they give in return.
The air is electric, you can feel it, if you fall out of the vibe, it gives you an electric shock.
Accidentally his eyes are catched by a young guy, feeling good in the middle of everything, vibing all alone, looks too young for this place.

But looks too hot just to call the security.

He slowly walks to that guy, he looks more handsome with every footstep.
- Amigo, does your mama know that you are here? - he says, as he stops behind him. His hands are crossed in front of his muscular chest, smiling.
- Hah? - the guy turns around - I'm 19, I'm over the age limit, I do what I want. - he says, doesn't stop dancing and vibing. His eyes are closed, his face and hair is covered in champagne and other liquids.
- Nah, you definitely not more than 16. Go home and do your homework, baby. Wait a few years and you can come back to the big boys place. Hurry up, warm up your bed. - the spanishman says, getting the other one's attention. The younger's eyes catches the gaze, the finger which is strokes his face is so big, almost twice as big as his own.
- I told you, I'm 19. The age limit is 18. I'm not doing my homework, but you should do yours. - the younger one says with a flirty look, innocently biting his lower lip, making it juicy by saliva.
- If you don't have homework at age 19, why would I have? I'm older than you, little boy. - the spanishman asks, looks at him with beautiful eyes, stepping closer, cupping his babyface with one hand, but it fits perfectly.
- You have one you should do as soon as you can.

The kisses on his neck makes him crazy. This man should be in his late 20's, maybe early 30's.
A daddy vibe for sure.
The angel on his left shoulder says "go away, he's too old, it's dangerous", but the devil says on the right "let yourself be happy, make him fuck you".
It's a good thing that he became deaf in one ear since this volume of music almost rupturs his eardrum.

- And how old are you? - the boy tilts his head back, looking up with dark eyes by pleasure, destroyed lips by teeth.

- How old do I look? - the older one looks down proudly at his art. 10 minutes ago he didn't think that these lips can be prettier, but now as they are loaded up with blood, my God...
- Young enough to do you homework. - the boy closes his eyes again, kissing the man's neck, biting it like he's some vampire, thirsts for blood, like he wants to suck all the blood out of him.
- No proper answer, no kiss. - the spanishman grabs softly the boy's neck, pushes him back a bit.
The gasp touching his wrist gives him goosebumps.
- 28? - he asks quietly, concentrated at the hand around his neck.
- Nah, try again, baby. - the older one laughs, touches the boy's thighs with his knee.
- 31? - the angelic voice of the young boy is shaking as he feels the knee going closer to his middle.
- Mhm, I give you some help. Above 28, under 30. - this voice doesn't shake, it laughs, so close to his ear, feeling the laugh on his skin. Shaking more, he can't barely stand on his legs anymore.
- 29 - the first moan of the night gives goosebumps for the spanishman, he feels the warmness between those amazing thighs.
- Good boy. - he says, immediately starting to destroy that neck with kisses, thanks for the loud music, nohody was able to hear that beautiful whimper from the younger one's throat.
- You are too old for me, don't you? - the boy tries to fight back with his knee, but the bite behind his ear makes him decide to the opposite.
- You think i'm some dirty pedo? Running after 19 years olds? - a smile appears on the spanishman's face, but it turns into a quiet moan when he feels a hand on his middle.
- Maybe you are. Maybe I'm that type of boy who makes older men flirt with me and then starts to scream and calls the security guards. - the younger one moves his hand slowly, carefully on the other's member through his jeans.
- You don't look like one - these words sounds kind, only for mercy. Or death.
- Hm, maybe I really don't want you to leave me alone, but what if I like handcuffs? If I call the security guards, they will call the police, they take you away, I can steal some handcuffs and enjoy the night with an another man. - the boy smiles, laughs at what he's doing with this man, his face, the pleasure, he sees he wants more but he would come like this.
- The security guards will listen to my words and not yours, you slutty whore. - the older one says, he grabs the boy's waists and pulls him to his body, pressing his left leg between his thighs. He starts to kiss him without mercy again, eating his up, biting the skin, leaving lovemarks all around there.
- What? - the boy looks at him with wide eyes, moaning that fucking word, panting, he moves his hips hardly against the man's thighs, his hands rubs his shoulders.
- What do you think, baby, who the fuck owns this place? - the spanishman whispers into the boy's ear, who frozes for a moment, his heart skips a beat.
- This bar is yours? - he asks.
- Like you. Don't worry, you don't need to call the cops for handcuffs. We can go to my house, I bet we will have fun with the things you find there. Especially you. - the man's hands are cupping the boy's face, stroking the skin under his eyes with his thumb. Those eyes are angelic, his voice is angelic, his face is angelic, his only contact with the devil is this whore behavior. A stranger man's knee between his legs and dirty sounds.
- Are you okay with my idea? My car is on the outside, 5 minutes and we can get home. - the spanishman whispers, giving kisses at the boy's forehead.
- Yes, yes I am. - he nods, swallows a big, and leans into a last kiss, before the stranger grabs his wrist and pulls him in the direction of the door.

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