One Of The Boys Pt. 03 - HyunLix

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The VIP room of the club is filled with the fumes of expensive cigars and the sweaty musk of bodies moving to the beat of the music blaring from the speakers. The tall raven haired man walks in lazily, making his way to the leather couches where his other friends are already seated. All of them except one. The dainty blond is on the small dance stage, surrounded by the girls and boys who have come to entertain them. He is almost as good as them, maybe even better.

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The Raven haired's POV

I just entered the VIP room, running late from a full day of business meetings and hassle. I walk briskly toward the others, who seem to be already on their 3rd or even 4rth glass. I can tell from their flushed faces... I spot him under the flickering club lights, dancing with his eyes closed, lost in the music. He wears a deep v-neck blouse revealing almost all of his chest and a pair of loose pants. He looks too good in these clothes, like a runway model, but then again he looks good in anything and in absolutely nothing. I think I like it best when he just wears his expensive perfume and nothing more.

His pale smooth skin catches the faint glow of the city lights outside the tall windows, in my penthouse bedroom. He looks like he is radiating against the black satin sheets that pool loosely around his waist, barely covering his groin. Other than that, he is completely naked and exposed to my hungry gaze. His tiny waist, his long toned legs, his smooth chest and firm stomach all exposed and waiting for my touch. My fingers trace lightly the lines and dips on his bare chest. I am about to devour him again. He is mine.

His dainty slender figure is imprinted in my mind, I can recognize him anywhere. Even blindfolded, I'll know it's him by the aura he exudes, by the energy he emits, changing the vibe in the space around him. I watch him as he moves to the rhythm. The club lights above the dance stage make him look otherworldly, ethereal. The boys and girls around him watch mesmerized, mirroring his dance moves, caught in his web. I see them hover around him entranced by his charm. I can't blame them. He is enchanting. But he is mine.

A new song starts playing.

Lyrics excerpts from "One Of The Girls" by The Weeknd

'Lock me up and throw away the key'

With closed eyes and lets himself be carried away by the music. I can see his lips move imperceptibly, probably muttering the lyrics. He seems to be in a trance and every word reverberates all the way to his core.

I sit comfortably on one of the couches and take the glass of whiskey a young waitress hands me. I smile to the girl, not really paying attention to her, but I catch her out of the corner of my eye blushing and biting her lip. I won't lie, I know the effect I have on women. And on some men. But my mind is elsewhere.

'He knows how to get the best out of me
I'm no fool for the world to see
Trade my whole life just to be'

I search for him again. I see him in the centre of the small stage, still dancing focused on himself, oblivious to my dark gaze that follows his every move. I take a sip from the expensive amber liquid in my glass. The alcohol leaves a burning sensaton in my throat and a bitter sweet taste in my mouth. Just like him...

'Tell nobody I control you
I broke you just to own you
They can't tell that I love you
'Cause you're loyal, baby'

Finally, I catch him looking back at me openly, making me aware that he caught my gaze on him. He moves a little closer to me, still not close enough, but closer nonetheless. He stares back with his big doe eyes - feigning innocence and I can't help but smirk - his lips slightly part and he licks them slowly, like he is tasting the bitter sweet amber liquid in my mouth. He knows what he is doing. He knows that the sight will send a shiver down my spine, all the way to my groin... I watch him turn around slowly, curious about what he is going to do next.

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