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Hajime feels lost.
This night started like most others. Some guys from his club wanted to go out for drinks, and Hajime, who had been turning them down for weeks, finally agreed. So he went out to one bar with them. Then, one bar turned into two. And two turned into three. And then somehow, three turned into a strip club.
Hajime has never been in a strip club until today. The loud music was disorienting, the flashing lights made it hard to see where he was walking, and the crowds of people around each stage made finding a spot to just stand and exist harder than it should be. He hadn’t even been drinking since the 2nd bar. He’d ordered a soda every time a new drink was offered because while he did know the people he was out with, he didn’t want to be drunk around them in public.
Even mostly sober, Hajime still felt lost here.
Louder than average cheers draw his attention as a new dancer takes the stage. Even from his spot from the back of the crowd Hajime can tell he’s absolutely gorgeous. Long, pale, toned legs contrast with the dark thigh high tights that cover them but leave little to the imagination. They are clipped to a pair of matching black panties that barely cover his round, plump ass. Further up, the last piece of the set, a black bralette, sits beautifully on his flat chest. The dancer’s brown hair is perfectly styled and looks soft. Hajime bets it would smell nice.
He doesn’t even realize he’s staring until large brown eyes meet his own. The dancer smiles, waving at him, or more likely the crowd Hajime figures, and then goes into his routine. The way his body moves around the stage has Hajime totally enraptured. When he climbs on the pole his legs flex around it in a way that has Hajime’s throat going dry. He’s out of soda, but he can’t seem to pull himself away from watching as the dancer removes the bralette slowly. His back is turned to the audience when he unclips the garment, with his head turned to the side and a smug smile gracing his lips. As the straps fall away from his shoulders, he crosses his arms in front of himself in mock modesty before letting it fall away completely to reveal his nipples. The crowd erupts with wolf whistles and cat calls, bills floating onto the stage as Oikawa swings the bra by the strap around his finger.
Without warning, the bra flies off his finger and into the crowd, landing into Hajime's arms that are suddenly outstretched. He doesn’t know why he was so desperate to catch it, but when the dancer shoots him a wink he finds he doesn’t need to understand.
In what feels just like a few short minutes, the set is over and the dancer is exiting the stage and heading back to the dressing rooms. Hajime decides that it’s probably time for him to go home, and starts to make his way out when he remembers he still has the bra in his hand. He reasons with himself that it would be rude to keep it. It feels like such a nice material, and it probably costs a lot. And it was part of a set. He’d hate for the dancer to buy a whole new set just because Hajime didn’t return it.
He wanders around a bit, wondering how he can get the dancer to come back out to accept the garment because surely he can’t just go to the back uninvited. That seems like something that would at the very least be against the rules. He doesn’t have to wonder about it too long before a woman in the club's security uniform begins to escort him somewhere. Hajime thinks that he’s already in trouble even though he only thought about going to the back and didn’t actually do it. He’s about to apologize when the guard stops them in front of a door and knocks.
“Oikawa-san, your prey is here,” the lady calls out in a tone that Hajime thinks is playful, but at this point he’s not really sure. The guard walks away, leaving him and the bra he’s clutching tightly alone. In short order, the door opens, revealing the dancer he had been watching. Hajime thinks he is even prettier up close.
He must say that outloud as the dancer giggles, thanking him before inviting him inside to what Hajime thinks must be a dressing room. There are a few vanities lined up, various makeup on all of them, and some sofas on the far wall opposite the vanities. The room is empty of other people, so once the door closes behind Hajime, they are alone.
“Um… Great show out there,” Hajime offers, mentally rolling his eyes at what he thinks is a lame attempt at conversation.
The dancer beams at the complement nonetheless, and his smile is dazzling.
“Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!” The dancer takes a seat on the sofa, patting the spot next to him. Hajime understands his silent direction and sits down. There is silence between them for a moment as Hajime looks over the other’s legs again. They are still in the tights from earlier, but now are crossed one over the other. It’s easier to see all of his muscles up close and in this lighting than it was in the main area, and Hajime is thankful for that.
Hajime snaps out of his daze, and while the dancer makes no comments, his smile gives away that he is pleased.
“I believe this is yours,” Hajime offers the dancer the bra. He hums and takes it, putting it back on with a practiced ease. The full ensemble is complete once again and Hajime is only a little disappointed that his chest is covered.
“Thank you,” The dancer trails off, clearly looking for a name.
“Iwaizumi, Hajime.”
“Well, thank you, Iwa-chan!” The dancer pats his thigh, but doesn’t remove his hand when he’s done. “I’m Oikawa. Oikawa Tooru.”
“Oikawa-san,” Hajime repeats. “Well, I should get going.” Hajime makes an attempt to stand, but Oikawa’s hand is still on his thigh.
“So soon, Iwa-chan? I was hoping to thank you for returning this to me,” Oikawa whines, his bottom lip settling into a pout. Hajime thinks he even looks cute when he’s being a little bratty. “You seemed to really enjoy my show. I could feel your eyes on me the whole time.”
Hajime blushes, having been caught. He couldn’t even deny it with how his eyes were constantly struggling to roam Oikawa’s body right now that he was in front of him.
“So,” Oikawa continues, his thumb now stroking back and forth on Hajime’s thigh, “how ‘bout a private show?” The idea has a warmth settling in the bottom of Hajime’s stomach. He doesn’t think he could speak right now without fumbling over his words so he just nods. Oikawa beams, getting up to stand directly in front of him. He taps on his phone for a moment before music fills the room. The song is not as fast paced as the one from the main area, but its pace seems to work for whatever Oikawa is planning.
“Usually, touching isn’t allowed, but I wouldn’t mind if it’s you.” Oikawa winks at him before turning around and beginning his dance.
This one has a much different vibe to the previous dance. While the dance on stage was plenty seductive and sexy, this one feels… targeted. Oikawa is so close to him that Hajime could easily reach out and grab his ass. Not wanting to jump straight there, but still wanting to accept Oikawa's invitation, he hovers his hand over Oikawa’s thigh. Before he can change his mind about touching him, Oikawa places his hand over Hajime's, committing him to the action.
Almost every one of his movements has Oikawa getting closer to him, and by the time the song ends he’s straddling Hajime’s lap. Hajime expects him to get up quickly, but he doesn’t make any attempt to move. On the contrary, he once again grabs the hand that Hajime still has on his thigh and moves it to his ass. He forces Hajime to squeeze it and Hajime’s mind goes blank on how plush and smooth it feels under his touch.
Oikawa’s beautiful brown eyes once again capture Hajime’s own before they look down. Hajime follows his gaze to see that he’s straining against his pants, erection obvious to anyone who has eyes. He begins to stutter out an apology but stops when Oikawa chuckles and runs a finger down his clothed erection. Hajime takes a sharp breath in at the feeling, fighting to not thrust into Oikawa’s hand.
“It looks like you really liked your private show,” Oikawa whispers, his hand now starting to softly grind against Hajime’s cock. He can’t stop himself this time from bucking up into his hand and groaning, his head tipping back in pleasure. Before he knows it, his hands are on Oikawa’s waist and he maneuvers them so they’re laying on the sofa, Oikawa under him with his legs splayed open. Hajime gets an eyeful of the outline of Oikawa’s cock also hard in the black panties. When he reaches between them to give it a light stroke over the panties, Oikawa thrusts up, a delicious moan falling from his lips. Hajime could listen to that sound forever, he thinks. He keeps rubbing at Oikawa’s cock, watching at the front of his panties stain with the precum leaking out of him.
Then, Oikawa puts his hands on his shoulders and pushes Hajime back. His stomach drops, thinking he did something to upset the man under him, but his fears are quickly assuaged and Oikawa reaches to undo Hajime pants button.
“I have to go back out again in 45 minutes, so we can’t go crazy, but…” he trails off before positioning himself so he’s fully under Hajime, his thighs up and being held tightly together. “Since you like my thighs so much, how about you fuck them?”
Hajime thinks that maybe he died sometime earlier tonight, and this is probably heaven.
He wastes no time shoving his pants down and stroking himself, spreading his own precum along his length to hopefully ease the glide. In no time at all he finds himself with the tip of his dick against the line between Oikawa’s thighs. He thrusts, the thighs easily giving way to his cock. The underside brushes against Oikawa’s still in his panties and they moan in unison. Every thrust has Hajime rubbing against Oikawa’s cock, the other man’s moans going straight to Hajime's dick. He goes hard and faster, the sound of his thighs slapping Oikawa’s ass filling the room and making Hajime want to fuck him for real.
Oikawa is so pretty under him, his cheeks ruddy and tears falling at the pleasure while he holds his thighs up for Hajime to use. He’s so flexible and Hajime imagines all the positions he could get him in.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Oikawa whimpers, his mouth hanging open as each thrust bring him closer until he’s spilling into his underwear. He shivers in pleasure, the spasming of his thighs from his orgasm bring Hajime over the edge shortly after and his cum paints Oikawa’s stomach and reaches all the way to his bra. Hajime moves Oikawa’s legs back down to let him relax as both of them catch their breath.
Once Hajime’s mind catches up, his face goes pale. He just ruined Oikawa’s outfit, and Oikawa has to go back out there later.
“Your… clothes. I’m sorry,” he apologies, not meeting Oikawa’s eyes until the other chuckles breathily. Oikawa sits up and begins to remove the soiled garments.
“No worries, I have other outfits here.” Once the panties are off, leaving Hajime to stare at his spent cock, Oikawa holds them out for Hajime to take. He doesn’t know why, but Hajime takes them without a fuss. Oikawa stands up, removing his bra and tights with his back to Hajime and slipping into a new, dark blue set.
“How about you get those cleaned up for me, and I can pick them up over coffee later this week?”
Hajime does not turn him down.