After they met him several times at the bar where their music group was regularly performing, Dorian finally mustered up the courage to invite Bastian for a date at their place. Few days of hesitation after he ended by accepting the proposition.
Dorian was just done showering when the doorbell rang. They quickly put a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt which was perfectly fitting to their muscular body and tried to calm down before opening the door. Bastian, who was pacing on the corridor, stopped and observed them from their bare feet to their upper body, opened his mouth in a silent gasp as he realized it was the first time he could see them this close and with this kind of outfit. Dorian, who noticed his expression, couldn't refrain a little smirk to come at the corner of their mouth and their heart to beat faster.
-"Please, come in, make yourself home. I have a very nice French wine, do you want to taste it?"
Bastian nodded while entering the spacious though old-fashioned living room, maybe a bit of alcohol could help him calming his nervosity. While Dorian was pouring the red liquid into two glasses he looked at the kitchen; it was an open one, with a huge bar covered in black and white marble. His imagination started to run wild but he stopped it quickly "No, please, don't think of it yet, don't rush things. We said we gonna meet to get to know each other better. Each time we met at the piano-bar it was so crowded and loud that I could barely concentrate on what they were saying".
Dorian gave him his drink, indicated the sofa and they sat next to each other. Few minutes flew by, an awkward silence between them. Bastian was looking at his feet, fidgeting a corner of his shirt nervously. He cleared his throat and turned his head to the right where Dorian was, he surprised them observing him as he was looking for something to say. He stayed quiet, and took time to study their face; first their light blue eyes, mesmerizing with a pupil more dilated than the other, then their nose, perfectly proportioned, and their mouth, a bit plumped and shiny thanks to the cherry flavoured lip balm they put on it.
-"Am I at your liking?" asked Dorian.
-"Gulp", Bastian swallowed, surprised by the question, "I, I think, yes". While answering this sight went on their wet hair, and he noticed some transparent spots on their t-shirt due to the leaking of the water. "Don't you want to dry your hair? You'll catch a cold!"
Dorian stood up, went to the bathroom, and came back with a towel they gave to Bastian:
-"Sure! But would you give me a hand then?"
Bastian took the piece of fabric and open his legs to make room for them, they sat on the floor and he started rustling the long brown hair with caution.
-"All done! It's still a bit humid but at least your shirt isn't all wet anymore", said Bastian while putting his hands on Dorian's shoulders. A shivering went up along their spine when he started massaging them.
-"Wow! You're pretty tense! Come back on the couch, I'll help you getting rid of all this tension."
His right hand grabbing the base of their neck he let his left one drawing circles from their shoulder blades to their lower back. "May I?" he asked while sliding both of his hands under their t-shirt "it will be easier this way". Their skin was soft, hot and flawless and he could barely hold a moan to come out of his mouth. He started by gently moving his fingers from their sides to the middle of their back, pressed stronger with his palms, feeling their muscles rolling under their skin.
-"Hng", the sound coming from Dorian startled both of them, "S.. Stop, Bastian, please". They turned around to look at him, their face was all red : "I.. I can't, if we continue I won't be able to stop here."
-"Oh, and what is wrong about it?" asked Bastian, all aroused by their confession.
-"Nothing, at least for me, but I don't know if it's what you are expecting from me, and I don't want to rush things. I don't want you to think I meet you only to have sex."
-"Hum, you know, I can say the same thing. I don't want it to be only physical, and I'm tired of having hookups only. But if we both are ready for this kind of moment why stopping here?" Bastian ended his question with approaching his mouth from theirs, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips on it. The smell of red wine and cherry turned him on, more than he already was. Dorian gave him back his kiss, opened his mouth, put their tongue in it and started to search inside intensly. He felt butterflies in his guts, they were very skilled and what they were doing was too much to handle, he moved his head back to catch his breath. "Ah, so good, you smell so good."
-"Yeah? Hmm, Bastian, you seem to like it. Do you want to go to the bedroom?"
