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Thiu emptied his fourth glass of vodka and sank into the sofa, letting the cold leather envelop him as boredom began to weigh on him more than the alcohol itself. He began to question why he had agreed to go to that club with his friends. “It'll be fun.” “We'll only go for a little while.” That's what his friends had told him before dragging him along with them to that place.
At first, he thought they were going for a drink at the bar they usually went to, the quiet bar, light conversation, and maybe a couple of beers, but to his surprise, he ended up sitting on the sofa in a strip club, surrounded by the incessant flashing of neon lights and music pounding in his ears.
From his position at one of the tables lining the catwalk, Tew watched the stage without enthusiasm. It was the third show of the night; a girl moved skillfully under the spotlights, but he barely processed her movements. It wasn't that it bothered or made him uncomfortable, it was just that he had no interest in women.
The show ended, the volume of the music dropped, and the stage was empty for a few moments. Tew was thinking about what excuse he could give his friends to leave that place, although he could also just leave without saying anything.
He was getting up when the music changed. The fast tempo faded away, giving way to a slow, sensual melody. It was different from previous shows. The neon lights went out, leaving only a warm golden light illuminating the stage.
Thiu turned his head toward the stage out of habit and saw it.
This time it was definitely not a girl. A pale-skinned young man walked slowly down the catwalk with dazzling confidence. He wore black leather pants that hugged his legs and hips, an unbuttoned red silk shirt that fluttered behind him as if he were wearing a cape, and a silver chain around his waist, with small stars dangled, tinkling against his bare skin with every step he took.
The dancer began his show, moving fluidly across the stage, swaying his body to the rhythm of the music. With a slow movement, he let the red silk slide down his arms, but he didn't let go of it. He kept it around his wrists as he spun around with his arms raised, causing the fabric to float above his head before finally letting it fall.
The boy scanned the audience with a certain arrogance, knowing that all eyes were on him. He finished his journey to the steel tube in the middle of the short catwalk, right in front of the table where Tew was sitting, and held on to it before arching his back backwards. The chain around his waist tightened, causing the small metal stars to dance on his abdomen.
The dancer's eyes met Tew's for a few seconds and he smiled flirtatiously before pushing himself up slowly on the metal tube, holding on with his arms and moving his legs in the air as if he had been doing this all life, showing the perfect tension of his muscles against the tight pants.
Just before the song ended, he leaned back, holding himself up only with his legs wrapped around the pole, suspended a few inches above the ground. His hair fell down, completely revealing his neck and jawline. From that inverted position, he sought Tew's eyes again and winked an eyes, which was the last thing Tew saw before the lights went out.
For a few seconds, the place was silent, then it exploded into applause and cheers. When the lights came back on and the music started playing again, the stage was already empty. Tew let his body fall back against the back of the couch, coming out of the little trance he had been in during the last dance.
“Looks like you enjoyed that,” Tew heard Shin's mocking voice beside him. He rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger before getting up and walking away from the table. Walked down the hallway leading to the bathrooms, trying to ignore the heat he suddenly felt on his cheeks as he thought back to the image of the dancer suspended inches above the floor.
Upon entering, he leaned on the edge of the sink and turned on the faucet. The cold water against his face helped dispel some of the vodka haze. Just as he was looking for a paper towel, the bathroom door opened. Tew didn't pay any attention and continued drying his face until he heard a voice beside him.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Through the mirror, he saw the figure appear. The boy was no longer wearing the red silk shirt; now he was only wearing leather pants and a white towel slung carelessly over his shoulders. The skin on his chest still glistened from physical exertion, and the silver chain still adorned his waist.
He was at the continuous sink, his forearm lightly brushing Tew's as he washed his hands. “Hm, it was a good show.”
The man let out a light laugh and turned completely, leaning his hip against the marble sink. “Just good? Your eyes were on me from the moment I came out.”
“That's the point, isn't it? Everyone's eyes were on you.” Tew copied his action, standing in front of him, his hip leaning against the sink and his arms crossed over his chest.
The dancer maintained an amused smile as he surreptitiously closed the small distance between them. “I guess I only noticed that you were looking at me.” He raised one of his hands to Tew's arm, running his index finger along his bicep.
Thiu watched the boy's actions with curiosity and let out a barely perceptible laugh. He copied his action, bringing two of his fingers to the center of his chest and sliding them down, running them across his abdomen until they reached the waist chain, “We only pay attention to what we like...”
“Dean, I'm Dean.” The boy finally introduced himself, tensing his abs as he felt the warmth of the other's fingers against his skin.
“Thiu,” he murmured in response. The tension in the bathroom increased when Dean took another step, completely closing the distance between them until their chests were almost touching. Dean tilted his head, letting a stray strand of hair fall over his forehead. With a slow movement, he caught Tew's hand on his waist and, instead of pushing it away, pressed it more firmly against his skin, guiding it a little higher, toward his side.
“Well, Tew... you just admitted that you like what you see,” Dean whispered, bringing his face close to the taller one's ear. The warmth of his breath made Tew clench his jaw. “And I like what I'm seeing too, so what should we do, hm?”
Tew's palm was resting completely on Dean's lower back, pressing him lightly, trying to bring him closer, and he was about to respond when the bathroom door opened again. Dean lowered his head, trying to cover his face, and waited until the man entered one of the stalls before pushing Tew gently away by the chest.
He brought his hands up to the towel hanging around his neck and held it while staring at Tew. He bit his lip and, without saying another word, walked past him, intentionally brushing Tew’s arm with his own as he walked toward the door. Before leaving, he turned his head to look again at the man who was still leaning against the sink and smiled, finally leaving the bathroom.
Tew let out a long sigh and wondered for a couple of seconds what that look had meant, not knowing if it was an invitation or a farewell. He shook his head and, without thinking about it any further, hurried out of the bathroom. He looked both ways down the hallway. One side would take him back to the main room, where his friends were surely still waiting for him, and the other side of the hallway led, as he thought, to the dancers' dressing rooms. He saw Dean's back just a few steps away from where he was and began to follow him.
It took him only a few seconds to walk a couple of steps behind him, followed him down a long hallway, without questioning the fact that no guard had stopped him on his way. Almost at the end of the hallway, Dean stopped in front of a door and opened it, entering and leaving it open for Tew to follow him inside.
The small dressing room was surrounded by strips of red lights, providing clear, warm lighting. Tew caught a glimpse of a dressing table with a mirror at the back, a large couch to one side, and some other furniture with clothes on top of them before he felt a pair of hands on his neck. Dean pulled him toward his face, and their lips collided without warning.
Thiu automatically returned the kiss, his lips moving against Dean's as if it weren't the first time they had touched. The kiss was hungry, charged with adrenaline. The taste of vodka on Tew's lips mixed with the trace of mint on Dean's, creating an intoxicating combination that made them fall back until Tew's back hit the closed door.
Dean wasted no time, his hands sliding Tew's jacket down his arms, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. He continued with his shirt, complaining loudly as he had to pull away from his lips to remove it.
Thiu's hands found the warmth of Dean's waist again, his fingers instinctively tangling in the silver chain, pulling him toward him until their chests were completely pressed together, sharing the warmth of their bare skin.
“You looked so annoyed, I didn't think you'd fall so easily,” Dean murmured, rubbing his hip against Tew's, panting through clenched teeth as he felt the growing bulge beneath his opponent's pants.
“And I thought you only danced for the audience, not that you took them back to your dressing room,” Tew replied hoarsely, his hand moving up the dancer's bare back, pressing him a little closer against him.
“A man has his needs...” He chuckled as guided one of Tew's hands to his own neck, tilting his head back to give him full access to there. A moan escaped Dean's lips as he felt the other hand tighten around his neck and exert slight pressure, limiting his ability to breathe properly for a few seconds.
“And what needs are those, hm?” Tew looked into Dean's face, his half-open lips silently calling to him. He leaned in slightly to take them again, letting them collide in a kiss even hungrier than the last. Their lips moved with need and without much care, their teeth clashing every now and then, and their tongues soon found each other, beginning a battle for who would take control.
Without saying a word, Tew's hands moved down Dean's body, lifting him by the thighs, forcing Dean to wrap his legs around his waist. The dancer let out a sigh of surprise that quickly turned into a moan. Tew took a couple of blind steps and finally leaned Dean against the edge of the dresser, causing the things on it to fall carelessly to the floor.
“Having a big guy on top of me, for example,” Dean murmured in response as their lips parted. He smiled slightly and leaned back, resting his back against the mirror.
Thiu slid his hands from Dean's thighs to his hips, going straight for the buttons on his leather pants to unfasten them. When he finally had the garment open, he began to slide it down Dean's legs, laughing when he noticed that Dean wasn't wearing anything underneath. “Always ready, huh.”
“Shut up and hurry up, get rid of that quickly.” He growled through clenched teeth as he untangled the legs of the other body so he could pull off his pants. Dean braced his feet against Tew's chest as soon as his legs were free, slowly climbing up to his shoulders, where he let them rest.
“Flexible,” Tew murmured as he pressed his lips to the inside of his thighs, beginning a short trail of kisses from near his knee to his crotch. Dean shifted beneath him, letting out soft gasps at the sensation of the other man's mouth against his skin.
Thiu's hands were all over Dean's body, caressing part of his legs, his abdomen, tracing the chain that still wrapped around his waist and finally ending up on his chest. He squeezed them with his whole hands before taking the small buttons, already erect, between his fingers, playing with them, twisting them, pinching them, and pulling them relentlessly, eliciting increasingly loud moans from the dancer in response.
Dean clutched Tew's forearms, trying to push his hands away as he felt the overstimulation on his nipples. He writhed beneath Tew's body, feeling his own cock bumping against his abdomen, fully erect and craving attention. Tew's lips remained close to the area, but he only felt him kissing, biting, and licking his skin, where his hips rested.
“You're taking too long, can you just fuck me? Damn it.” he complained between gasps, lowering his legs from his shoulders, straightening up slightly and, without waiting any longer, reaching for Tew's pants, unbuttoning them with a certain desperation and then pulling both garments down, freeing his hardness.
Dean let out a sigh when he saw it and bit his lower lip. The piece of flesh in front of his eyes was certainly bigger than he had thought. On pure instinct, he spread his legs again as he took it in both hands, looked up at Tew's face and gave him a small smile, then began to stroke it, moving his wrist slowly back and forth.
Thiu finally straightened up and threw his head back, his lips parted, letting out soft moans. He hadn't realized how hard he was until he felt the touch on his cock.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Tew ran a hand down between Dean's legs, tracing its length from tip to shaft, vaguely touching his balls and continuing down the crevice between his buttocks. He pressed his index finger against his entrance, letting out a nasal laugh when he encountered the wetness in his hole, and curiously looked up at the dancer's face.
“Just put it in, I'm ready,” Dean murmured in response, writhing in pleasure as he felt the fingers playing at his entrance despite his words.
“You're so fucking wet.” Tew pressed his finger against the hole and cursed under his breath at how easily it had slid into the body due to the traces of lubricant that still kept the canal moist. He added another finger and immediately began to move them, completely skipping the slow and careful approach. The first movements of his fingers were fast, strong, almost frantic.
Dean moaned loudly as he felt the long fingers ravaging his insides. It didn't take long for him to feel his prostate being stimulated. Tew rubbed his fingers relentlessly against the gland, causing slight spasms in Dean's body.
“I want something bigger.” Dean's words were barely noticeable among all his moans, but Tew heard him, and he was more than willing to give him what he needed.
Slowly withdrew his fingers from inside, only to replace them with his own cock, holding it at the base while rubbing the tip against the entrance. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, filling him completely.
The small room was filled with Tew's moans and Dean's whimpers, barely covered by the background music.
Dean raised his legs again, wrapping them around Tew’s hips once more. He wanted to prevent the other body from moving away from him, even though Tew hadn't even considered doing so.
Tew began to move his hips, the rhythm fast and strong, leaving no time for hesitation. With each thrust, he made sure his cock sank completely into the dancer's body, his hands clinging to the hips, trying to prevent his body from moving due to the strong thrusts.
Dean kept his head pressed against the mirror, using it for support, his back arched and his legs still tangled around Tew's hips, his heels against the man’s ass, wanting to push him even deeper with every movement he made.
“You're so loud,” Tew murmured teasingly as he noticed Dean's moans growing louder and more frequent. He leaned over his body, without stopping his thrusts, and sought his lips, brushing them with his own as he spoke. “Be quiet, or the whole club is going to hear how pretty you sound when I fuck you.”
Dean urgently took Tew's lips, murmuring “Fuck you” between the messy kiss they had started. Tew let out a stifled laugh, letting his mouth mercilessly devour the other's. “I'm actually fucking you,” he whispered in response.
The kiss was all tongues and teeth, so messy that the movements of their bodies caused the kiss to break off every so often.
At some point, Dean placed his hands on Tew's chest and pushed him with all his might, causing his opponent to stagger a little and take a step back. Tew growled through clenched teeth at being deprived of continuing inside the dancer and looked at him with confusion.
Dean had a smirk on his face, his legs slightly trembling. He climbed down from the dresser and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Tew's neck and pushing him with his own body until they fell onto the sofa.
Thiu offered no resistance, settling into the chair and grabbing Dean by the hips, pulling him toward him. The dancer settled on his lap, his legs on either side of Tew's body. “Now I'm gonna fuck you, well, fuck me with you, but whatever.”
Thiu laughed at how stupid that sounded and shook his head slightly before pulling him closer. Given their position, Dean's chest was level with his face, so he didn't waste the opportunity and brought his mouth directly to one of his nipples, sucking it as if it were candy, while one of his hands took the other, pinching and rubbing it between his fingers.
Dean arched his back and took Tew's cock, tucking it between his butt cheeks and then slowly lowering himself onto it, feeling it inch by inch slide into his body until it was completely inside him.
They both moaned at the overwhelming sensation, Dean staying still for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of being so full. He sought out Tew's face, pulling him away from his nipples for a moment and leaning in to reach his lips. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was slower; he took his time tracing the voluminous lips with his tongue, parting them slightly so he could move it inside his mouth. As soon as he encountered the other tongue, a sensual game began between them, colliding and sucking without any shame.
The dancer began to rock his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against his partner's lap. He moaned against his mouth as he felt the tip of the cock bump against his inner walls with every movement.
Dean continued rocking and making small circles with his hips for a few minutes before finally lifting his body until he felt only the tip inside him and let himself fall back onto his lap, taking him completely again. He repeated the action a couple more times, breaking the kiss to let out the moans he was stifling against the other man's lips.
Little by little, he picked up the pace, moving up and down without stopping, bouncing slightly on Tew's lap. Dean rested his hands on the broad shoulders, looking for something to hold on to, and it wasn't long before he dug his nails into his skin, scratching hard in every area he touched.
Thiu's hands grabbed the dancer's hips as he felt his jumps slowing down at times, and finally he joined in the game, holding Dean’s body tightly, helping him rise, and every time he came down, pushing his hips up, meeting him halfway so that his thrusts would be even deeper.
“You feel so damn good,” Tew murmured between gasps as he buried his face in the dancer's neck, planting wet, desperate kisses on his skin, biting and sucking, leaving small red marks that would surely take a while to disappear. “I wish you could see how cute you look when you're so needy.”
Dean scratched his back in response and his movements became even more erratic. He could feel the tension in his lower belly; his orgasm felt close.
“More, more, please, I'm close.” He babbled as rested his head on one of Tew's shoulders again. He could see how one of the other hands wrapped around his needy cock and began to pump it at the same pace as he pushed himself inside him. He whimpered from the overwhelming sensation of being pleasured in every possible way, and unable to help himself, ended up cumming, staining the other's hand with his semen.
Tew continued pumping his cock until he was sure he had gotten everything out before concentrating on achieving his own orgasm. Dean's body was completely resting on top of his. He grabbed him by the waist, where the silver chain still adorned the dancer's body, and lifted his body slightly so he could move more easily. Began to thrust his hips upward, ramming into his partner quickly and forcefully.
Tew could feel Dean’s inner walls tightening around his cock, squeezing harder and harder. A couple more thrusts were enough for him to finally reach release, and with a loud moan, he came inside him.
“Stay like that, I feel so full,” Dean murmured against his ear, letting out soft moans as Tew slowly lowered his hips so they could rest on his lap.They both remained in total silence for a couple of minutes, trying to control the trembling of their bodies and their erratic breathing. Tew had his head resting on the back of the sofa, his hands vaguely playing with the chain around Dean's waist, and Dean was still leaning on his shoulder, his hands gently caressing the skin within reach.
“So, Tew, did you enjoy the show?” Dean murmured with a hint of amusement in his voice, leaving a short kiss on the lobe of the opposite ear.
“Oh, yeah, but I enjoy even more the aftershow. When's the next one?”