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The loud, heavy beat of the music being played as well as the indistinguishable scent enveloped his body the moment he, along with his two friends, entered the club. Without wasting any time, they went to the bar counter, not paying any heed to the eyes on them, thinking that it was for both Haruichi and Shinji. Those lucky bastards.
Not that he wanted to go with a person he just met at the club, anyway. Or as Shinji stated “You need to get laid” before throwing some clothes right into his face. When did he get it, Eijun does not want to know, but he was certain that it came from his closet which was surprisingly closed with his pink-haired friend standing there. He was about to protest when Haruichi—his dear Harucchi smiled at him in a signature Kominato fashion and asked him (or more like threatened in Eijun’s opinion) that he would come with them.
At that moment, Eijun can only pray silently for his poor soul, as he slowly nodded—which surely pleased his friends. As they left not before with a “We will leave at 8. We’ll be waiting downstairs. Don’t. Even. Bother. To. Come. Up. With. Any. Excuse.” The slamming of the door brings a shiver on his spine, as he blinked and mentally asked himself what the hell just happened. Only to realize that Dark Haruichi happened.
He cussed at his currently non-existent luck. For three years, he was able to evade his friend’s invitation in drinking—okay, maybe he did not, but the point is, he was able to save his precious virginity in those years. His friends usually roll their eyes upon hearing him say that he wants to save it for his special someone—and drag him for a drink (and escape from their wraths at the bar).
Well, no one can blame him for being romantic, but both Haruichi and Shinji were adamant in making their precious best friend (the latter gags upon hearing that word for the first time while the former just muttered “Don’t say that again, Eijun-kun.”) lose his innocence with a smile on their face while saying “We are just helping you relieve some tension, you know?”
(Okay, maybe he tends to whine to them that he cannot find the right one, he is too stressed and yadda yadda that both of them were probably sick of hearing it for Kami-sama knows how many time.)
And that’s how he was currently sitting on a bar stool, drinking what Haruichi ordered for him as he grimaced at the bitter taste and the heat on his throat. He wasted no time in finishing it, in order not to experience the wrath of a Kominato—and seeing the pinkette’s satisfied gaze, Eijun realizes that he just dodged a bullet.
From one glass, it became two, three—until such time that he does not know how many he has drunk. He was feeling dizzy, yet adrenaline was rushing into his veins. Grabbing both of his friend’s hands, he made his way to the dance floor.
Eijun moved his body, following the beat of the song. He does not know whether he was dancing or simply just stepping from left to right and turning all-around with his arms moving around. Stopping for a moment, his eyes caught a pair of amber. Before he knew it, his feet led him to where the stranger was.
The stranger is wearing black buttoned-up long-sleeves with the first three buttons open. Form-fitting jeans which hugged his thick thighs and Eijun can only think of how strong they are. His hair was combed back, although some strands are resting on his forehead. As he drew closer, he can see the fleek eyebrows and piercing amber eyes, almost daring him not to come near him.
In short, the stranger was hot and dangerous. Eijun does not want it any other way.
With a sudden burst of confidence, he stepped forward towards the stranger’s space.
“I’m quite surprised that you decided to come here. I was expecting for you to become hard to get.” The stranger began, the sultry tone rushes down on his lower region, his golden eyes smoldering as he checked out shamelessly the stranger. He was supposed to leave when he was in his right mind, unfortunately, he is drunk and horny—and this guy was just his type.
Before his mind can control his actions, he climbed to the stranger’s lap—who did not push him away and instead, gripped his hips firmly. With a breathy tone, he replied, “I am not a patient person anyway. Besides, you’re too hot and you suit my taste.” Running his fingers from the stranger’s cheeks to his lips, he cannot help but bite his own, the other’s gaze immediately shifted on his mouth.
“What are you going to do with it then?”
A pair of lips crashed on his own. Eijun thought that the kiss is going to be sweet but it was hot, hard, and unforgiving. Tongues battling for dominance, until such time that he gave the stranger free reign, exploring his cavern as Eijun let out a deep groan when he gripped his ass.
His mind felt blank at the indescribable feeling, and all he wants to do is to run his fingers through the stranger’s hair and wipe that smug smile out of his face.
He wants to break down the stranger’s walls until nothing was left. To dive into danger, and to leave satisfied the next day.
He knew, the only person to satiate this heat is this man. Eijun never experienced this with other people, and now he is here, he does not want to let go. Hands roaming around the other man’s figure—eyes darkening in desire as he rolled his hips, only to be stopped by the hands gripping on his waist.
“Sit still,” Eijun whined at the command, back arched and head thrown back. The man’s grip tightened. “Behave and you will be given a reward, baby boy.”
Baby boy? Eijun almost came upon hearing the pet name given to him. He can barely hear the stranger saying in a deep voice, “Tell me what’s your name, baby boy.”
“E-Eijun...” He managed to gasp out as the stranger’s hands went under his shirt. The cool contrast of the hand and the heat of his body made him jump and let out a whimper. “P-please...”
“What are you begging for, Eijun?” The stranger purred, and oh, hearing him say his name felt so right, and he wonders what would he do to him. He is growing more impatient at the man’s administrations, teasing him with his words, tone, and hands.
He cannot take it anymore, the heat is already consuming him. Squirming to get rid of the man’s grip—which only tightened. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“T-to someone who will for sure satisfy me, not some bastard who takes his time and—Ah!” His rant came to a halt when a hand slapped his ass, hard. It should have hurt, but the stringing sensation despite the cloth made him want more. Staring at the man only to let out a tiny whimper upon seeing the amber hues turning dark, posture becoming tense as if he is ready to pounce on his prey.
At that moment, Eijun can see himself as the man’s prey.
“If you want something, just ask, sweetheart.” Eijun gasped as he was hoisted to the stranger’s shoulder, carrying his entire weight as if it was nothing.
“W-wait! Let me down!”
“Never.” The man hissed.
“At least let me know where you will take me!”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“What?”
“To heaven, of course.” As they made their way to the second floor of the club, which Eijun did not know until the man took him there—who opened the farthest door and threw him on the bed.
Wait, bed?
A towering presence loomed over him as laid on the bed and averted his gaze, trying to be as small as possible. A hand grasped his cheek and forced Eijun to face the man.
“By the way, my name is Kazuya, sweetheart. In case you want to scream my name.”