It was well past midnight, and the club was in full swing. The music was loud, the crowd was thick, and the atmosphere was electric. Isamu was at his booth, drinking alone while Yamato was hitting on the bartender who Isamu had recognized as a well known model in L.A.
Isamu was watching the dancers on the dance floor from the V.I.P. section balcony, but his heart was racing because he was fixated on one man.
The same dangerously sexy man who stirred unfamiliar feelings in Isamu's chest at the sight of him and those intense eyes made his stomach feel hot.
The man had now moved to the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a group of people. He was moving to the music, his body fluid and graceful, and Isamu couldn't tear his eyes away from him. The man was so confident, so magnetic, and Isamu felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. As if he could sense Isamu's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head and looked up at the V.I.P section's balcony, locking eyes with Isamu. He held his gaze for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Oh, fuck.
Isamu had never been one to give in to impulse or the whims of his desires, but something about this man had him feeling reckless and hungry. The alcohol in his system only heightened the feeling, making his inhibitions lower and his mind more daring. He wanted the man, wanted him in a way that made his heart race and his pulse hammer. He wanted to feel those hands on his skin, those lips on his own-
Isamu snapped out of this thoughts when he realized the man was moving away from the dance floor now, heading out of the main area. He watched the man leave the dance floor, his body going taut with disappointment. He was just about to resign himself to going back to the bar and drowning his dissatisfaction in a few more drinks when he found himself standing up, his feet moving of their own accord, carrying him forward, through the V.I.P section, and into the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. He cursed himself for his own weakness, but he couldn't stop himself from following the man.
***smut warning***
I really shouldn't be doing this. What am I even thinking? I know this is a bad idea, but...
Isamu caught a glimpse of the man disappearing through a door at the end of the hallway and quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He was acting like a lovesick fool, following a man into a dark hallway like he had no sense- but he was too far gone to stop himself now. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and stepped inside, his eyes instantly finding the man standing in front of the sinks, washing his hands.
Isamu didn't hesitate, approaching the man- who he turned to face him in confusion- and pushing him back, the man's lower back pressing against the sink as Isamu caged him in with his arms and leaned in, capturing the man's lips in a gentle, deep kiss
The man's lips were softer than Isamu expected, and he tasted faintly like alcohol and something sweet. The touch sent a shock of pleasure through Isamu's body, and he couldn't help but press closer, his hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of the man, trapping him in place. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against the man's, his body flush with heat and desire. The man responded eagerly, his hands coming up to grip Isamu's hips, pulling him closer still.
He felt lightheaded, he couldn't believe he was actually doing this, his body responding to every touch with a rush of heat and need. He pushed one leg between the man's, his knee brushing against the man's crotch as he held him against the sink, his body pressing closer still. He felt the man shiver at the contact, and he smiled against his lips, savoring the power he held in this moment. However, his triumph was short-lived. In a swift, unexpected move, the man seized control, whirling Isamu around to pin him against the cool surface of the sink. Isamu let out a startled gasp as the man claimed his mouth once more, only to break away and bury his face in the crook of Isamu's neck. Sharp teeth sank into the tender flesh, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Isamu as waves of pleasure-pain crashed over him.
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