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The room was dimly lit, shadows cast from the single lamp on the nightstand flickering against the walls. A bottle of Hennessy sat on the edge of the bed, its amber liquid glowing softly in the half-darkness. The music played low, the deep bass vibrating through the air, but all Darrian could focus on was the way David was looking at him.
He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure as David's eyes traced every inch of his face, the heat between them thickening with every passing second.
David leaned back against the headboard, his arm draped lazily across his chest, and Darrian took a sip from the glass in his hand. The burn from the Henny spread through his chest, but it was nothing compared to the fire building inside him.
"Why you lookin' at me like that?" Darrian finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. David smirked, that same lazy, intoxicating smile that always managed to knock him off balance.
"Maybe 'cause you look good tonight, baby."
Darrian felt the blush creep up his neck, but he wasn't going to give David the satisfaction of knowing just how much he got to him. Not yet.
He took another sip, this time letting the liquor linger in his mouth before swallowing. The warmth spread through him like liquid courage, and he set the glass down on the nightstand.
Sliding across the bed, Darrian moved closer, until their knees touched. David's hand found his thigh, his fingers tracing circles that made his breath hitch.
"We really doing this?" Darrian asked, his voice catching. David had been on his mind all night, maybe even longer than that. Every touch, every glance, every word they exchanged seemed to pull him closer, until there was no space left between them.
David nodded, his eyes dark and serious now. "Only if you want to, baby. Just me, you, and this bottle right here."
The tension between them felt like a thread, one pull away from snapping. Darrian reached out, placing his hand over David's, feeling the roughness of his palm, the strength in his grip.
His heart raced in his chest, his mind swimming with the possibilities of what could happen next.
"You know I've been thinking about this for a while," David said, his voice low and raspy. "About us. About you."Darrian swallowed hard, trying to focus, but the heat from David's touch was making it difficult to think straight. "Yeah?"
David nodded again, leaning in, so close that Darrian could feel his breath against his lips. "You don't even know what you do to me."
Before Darrian could respond, David's lips were on his, soft but demanding. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if David were savoring every second. Darrian melted into him, his hands reaching up to tangle in David's hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
The taste of Hennessy mixed with the sweetness of his lips, a heady combination that made Darrian feel drunk in more ways than one.
David pulled Darrian into his lap, his hands roaming over Darrian's body, exploring, claiming. Every touch sent sparks of electricity shooting through Darrian, lighting him up from the inside out. He could feel the tension in David's body, the way David held himself back, like he was waiting for permission.
Darrian pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against David's. "I want this," Darrian whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "I want you."
The look in David's eyes was all the confirmation Darrian needed. David leaned back, pulling Darrian down with him, his hands sliding under Darrian's skirt, skin against skin. Darrian gasped as David's lips found his neck, his breath hot against his skin.
The world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of them in this moment. It was like nothing else mattered—just Darrian, David, and the Hennessy.David paused for a moment, his eyes searching Darrian's, as if making sure he was still with him.
Darrian nodded, giving David all the assurance he needed.
Then David kissed him again, deeper this time, and Darrian knew there was no turning back.In that moment, it was just them, lost in the heat of the night, with nothing but the music, the liquor, and the fire between them to keep them grounded.
And Darrian never wanted it to end.
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