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My dancer[repost]

Bangchan x lee Minho

Top - Bang chan (ofc)

Bottom - lee Minho (my baby)

The beat of the music thrummed through the room, sending a ripple down Bang Chan's spine. The strip club was a haven of debauchery and sin, but for Chan it was just another Friday night. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes came to rest on one of the dancers, a lithe, fluid figure whose body undulated sensually as he moved. Chan felt his breath catch in his throat as he met the dancer's gaze, and for a moment the two locked eyes in a silent, electrified connection.

The dancer smiled slightly, sending a flurry of goosebumps down Chan's spine. He started dancing more seductively, his body undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm that was hypnotic. Chan's eyes never left the dancer's eyes as he watched him move, drawn in by his sensual curves. He could feel his heartbeat quickening, his breath coming faster, the heat in his body rising as the dancer danced for him. He couldn't look away.

After a few minutes of provocative dancing, the dancer walked over to Bang Chan with a smirk on his face. He leaned in close to Chan, close enough for their chests to brush against each other, and whispered in his ear, "You like what you see, Mister?"..Chan sighed and tried not to grab the dancer and pull him closer to him, but he couldn't help it. He was so turned on by the dancer's sensual dance and the way he was smiling at him sweetly, like he hadn't just made Chan hard. He wanted to grab the dancer and pull him closer, but he didn't want to be too forward. Instead, he just stared at the dancer, trying hard not to imagine all the dirty things he wanted to do to him.

He chose his next words carefully, sighing as he gathered the courage to ask the dancer the question on his mind. "How much for a night?" The dancer chuckled and looked away, seeming to think about the question before he answered. "I'm just a dancer," he said. " I don't sleep for money." Making Chan grit his teeth as he realized he was being rejected for the first time. He reached out and grabbed the dancer's curvy waist, pulling him closer, and the dancer gasped as he felt how hard and big Chan was. The dancer was shocked at the sudden move, but as he felt that strong presence against his body, he couldn't help but feel his own desire flare up...

The dancer chuckled and put his finger on Chan's lips, keeping him from speaking. "Mr. Handsome," he called Chan in a teasing tone. The dancer traced a line down Chan's body with his finger, making it clear he was interested in more than just a paycheck. " If you want to sleep with me," he said, " you have to be my sugar daddy for a month." The dancer said it with a teasing tone, but there was no mistaking his intention.

Chan grabbed the dancer's hand without a second thought, nodding his head in eager agreement. The dancer was stunned, but he clearly loved the power he now had over Chan. He smiled, a little surprised at Chan's quick acceptance, but satisfied that he had the upper hand now. "Where do you want to go now?" he asked, his tone suggestive and teasing.

Chan's answer was short and to the point: "My place." He grabbed the dancer's hand and dragged him out of the club, towards his car, his expression intent and determined. The dancer was taken aback by the sudden move, but he couldn't help feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of what Chan had in store for him.

He opened the door and invited the dancer into his car, noticing that he was wearing a revealing top. Without saying a word, he slipped off his jacket and passed it to the dancer, covering up some of that skin. The dancer was blushing a little but he was excited to be touched by Chan. As Chan drove away, his hand rested lightly on the dancer's thigh, the tension between them growing with each minute that passed...