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The night was so cold. Noli would rather be home reading a book than doing literally anything that was happening right now. ASPX and XPSA had dragged him to a “friend’s party”. Okay, maybe "dragged" was too strong of a word. He chose to be here. It had been forever since he last hung out with his friends, and he thought that spending some time with them tonight would be cool. Oh yeah… so cool.

I mean, he wouldn’t usually complain about being at a club or a normal party because, deep down, he doesn't really mind the noise or the people. He’d even say he liked it. But this? He was pretty sure he’d just seen a guy sucking another guy's dick in a dark corner.

What a fucking mess. And now he was going to be stuck here for what? Probably a few hours, until his friends got tired and decided to go home.

The cocktail bar was his new refuge, the only place that seemed safe enough. Most people just grabbed their drinks and walked away, so nobody would stay for too long. And that meant: no more creeps sucking each other nearby. Perfect, or at least better than nothing.

He sat on one of the leather stools and rested his elbows on the counter. He watched the bartender mix drinks for a solid fifteen minutes. The man's long fingers seemed to dance over the bottles. So much dexterity, pure mastery. It was mesmerizing.

The sound of the liquid, the ice clinking against the glass, the bottles being handled—it was all so unique. And, of course, the voice of the guy making the drinks was the cherry on top. He spoke in an attentive, sort of sweet tone, but without being overly affectionate. It was all just so…

"Oh my god!" Seven exclaimed, instantly snapping Noli out of his thoughts. "I'm so sorry. You’ve been sitting here for a while, haven't you? It’s just… there’s so much to do, so much noise. I'm so sorry. What can I get you, sweetheart?"

Fuck, having the attention of the exact same man he’d been staring at just seconds ago was so strange. But he couldn't just say he didn't want anything, right? That would be so weird.

His hands started to sweat and shake slightly, so, in a desperate reflex, he shoved them into his pants pockets.

"It’s just… I… I…" Noli stammered, trying to find an excuse. Pathetic. "I don't usually drink much… so… I don't really know what to order." He gave an embarrassed smile, thinking, Please let him buy it.

"Well… how about a recommendation? Something non-alcoholic for you." Seven gave him a wink. "I call it 'The First Time.' It has a very strong, sweet flavor, with a bit of a citrus ending."

Noli’s heart sped up a little. He tried to keep his cool. After all, it wasn't a big deal, right? Just casual shit. Obviously, this probably meant nothing to the bartender. And the name of the drink? Well… there were plenty of other drinks out there with weirder names, come on! It had to be just a coincidence.

"I-I'll take it," Noli tried to sound normal. Well, if anyone asked, he could just blame his discomfort on other things at the party. Like how the flashing colored lights occasionally hit him straight in the eye.

"Brave!" Seven said in his sweet voice. He turned around for a moment to grab a glass and some ice. "It’s a bit of an addictive drink, I guarantee you'll want it more than just once." He turned back to Noli. "But tell me… can I take a look at you?"

Noli felt his heart skip a beat at the question. Before answering, he cleared his throat. Was he seriously still trying to hide how nervous he was?

"Sure." His tone was a bit shaky. How could it not be? With those dark eyes, the eyes of the man he’d been craving to look at, now analyzing him entirely.

Noli pulled his wallet from his pocket, fishing for his debit card, praying Seven wouldn't notice his sweaty hands, which were now warm not just from nervousness, but from being stuffed inside his pockets.

While Noli focused on not looking like a complete freak, Seven's eyes began to map him from head to toe with a faint smirk. The contrast between him and the room was almost comical. The rest of the party was a wild blur of unbuttoned shirts, tight tank tops, and extravagant accessories under the neon lights, while Noli looked like he had stepped straight out of another dimension. He wore a simple gray hoodie printed with two theatrical masks, and black jeans baggy enough to completely camouflage his silhouette. The only detail that stood out a bit was a chain around his neck, with a "Void Star" pendant, a reference to a game that, in a place like this, felt like a secret only he held.

Seven smiled softly and turned around, grabbing a few bottles and pouring the liquids over the crushed ice in the glass. Noli watched everything, completely mesmerized. It was so stupid, but… knowing that the drink was being prepared specifically for him brought a warm feeling to his chest.

As he watched, that question still echoed in his mind. Was it really just casual bartender talk, or was there a reason behind it? What would the next question be? "Can I have your number?" or something like that? He wanted to keep his expectations low, but a part of him still loved reading into it as "something more."

"You know, Noli," Seven smiled. He could practically feel Noli's eyes widening in a silent 'How do you know my name?!' expression, even when with his eyes focused on the drink. "You have a beautiful name. It was a bit of a long thought, but…" He stirred the contents of the glass and added three small drops of something. "Your name reminds me of the stars." He stirred it once more and placed an orange slice on the rim of the glass. "And stars remind me of your eyes."

He placed the glass on the counter, right in front of Noli, who was now completely frozen.

"And maybe that's why I think 'Noli' is such a beautiful name. Just like you." Seven finished it off with a wink. He played dirty, and he knew it. "By the way, everyone calls me Seven."

With trembling hands, Noli picked up the glass. Still flustered under Seven’s gaze, he took a sip of the drink.

Seven was right. The taste was addictive—a literal explosion of flavors. First, a wave of sweetness brushed against his tongue, quickly giving way to a citrusy tartness that made his mouth water, followed by a lingering warmth that burned softly down his throat, even though the drink was mocktail.

"It's so…" Noli started, but was instantly cut off by another customer calling out for the bartender.

"Yo! Be right there!" Seven called back to the guy. He turned his attention back to Noli. "I'll be right back, okay? And enjoy it, the first sample is on me." He gave one last wink before moving away to serve the new customer.

Over the next few minutes, a few more people showed up. Seven was back to moving quickly behind the counters, mixing drinks with the same skill as before. But now, he kept glancing back at Noli between orders, as if making sure he wouldn't leave.

Noli drank slowly, mindlessly fidgeting with the card in his hand. His eyes tracked the bartender’s every move. The way the dark brown strands of hair fell across his forehead, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, his shoulder's muscles tensing and flexing beneath his navy polo shirt as he shook a cocktail shaker.

When the last customer grabbed their drink and left, Seven finally caught a break. He let out a long sigh, dried his hands with a towel he kept under the counter, and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Finally…" he muttered. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar right in front of Noli. His dark eyes seemed even darker under the party’s flashing lights. "So… tell me. Did you actually come over here just to grab a drink, or was that just a little excuse to watch me?"

Noli almost choked on the rest of his drink. He set the empty glass down on the counter, feeling his face burn.

"I… I wasn't watching you," he lied, clearly lacking conviction.

Seven laughed softly, a low, rich sound.

"Yes, you were. I can always tell when someone's watching me. And you have a look that's pretty hard to ignore, you know?" He tilted his head slightly. "A curious look. A little scared. It makes me want to find out exactly what’s going on inside that head of yours."

Noli swallowed hard. The bartender’s voice was still sweet, but now it carried a raspy undertone that was driving him crazy.

"Do you always talk like this to customers?" Noli asked, trying to get some control back.

"No," Seven replied instantly, never breaking eye contact. "Only to the ones who interest me. And you… you’ve interested me since the moment you walked in and started staring at me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world."

He leaned a bit closer, dropping his voice.

"Tell me the truth. Are you here because you were dragged out, or because you actually wanted to get away for a bit? This place isn't really for you."

Noli hesitated, tracing his finger along the rim of his empty glass.

"I was dragged. My friends thought I ‘needed to live'."

Seven smirked, the line of his mustache twitching with the movement.

"So you’re the quiet type, huh? Interesting." He bit his lower lip. "I like that. Some people pretend to be shy, but it’s sooo boring when the mask falls off too easily. But I love these little games, you know? I love seeing how long it takes for someone to give in..."

Noli felt a sudden rush of heat in his stomach. Fuck, he was a virgin. And this man was talking to him as if he knew exactly which buttons to push to completely unravel him. The worst part was that a part of him wanted to see if Seven actually could.

"Are you always… this direct?" Noli asked, his voice coming out a bit raspier than he intended.

"When I like what I see, yes. I don't like wasting time. life’s too short." Seven glanced briefly at the clock behind the counter. "My shift ends in an hour. After that… I’m free."

He left the sentence hanging in the air, watching Noli's reaction intently.

"And what do you usually do when you’re free?" Noli asked before he could stop himself.

"Depends on the company." Seven’s eyes dropped slowly to Noli’s lips before snapping back to his eyes. "But why do you ask? Do you want to find out?"

Noli couldn't answer right away. His heart was hammering way too fast.

Seven noticed and laughed softly, thoroughly satisfied.

"Relax, baby. I don't bite…" He paused, his smile widening. "Not yet."

Right then, a tall blonde guy, also wearing a button-down shirt, approached the counter and tapped Seven’s arm.

"Seven," he called out.

"Elliot? Fuck! Is my clock wrong again?!" Seven started patting his pants, trying to find his phone through the fabric.

"No, man, relax. I just need to pay you back for those hours you covered for me." Elliot stepped behind the bar and tapped Seven on the shoulder. "I texted you, dude!"

"Oh… Yeah… You did?" Seven scratched his head, a sheepish little smile breaking across his face as he completely lost the apex-predator posture he’d had just two seconds ago. His phone on silent, the chaotic rush of customers, and his "new little toy" waiting for him. There was no way he would have remembered.

"I did," Elliot replied, keeping his tone mock-serious but with a smirk on his face. "But it looks like someeeeone… was way too busy." He stepped behind Seven and wrapped his arms around his waist, lightly brushing against him as his fingers traced the ties of the apron, reaching for the knot at his back.

Seven covered the man's hands with his own, guiding it, while deliberately pressing his hips back against Elliot's.

"Looks like my shift ended early, then." Seven gave a wicked smile, glancing over his shoulder before tilting his head to the side, baring his neck and leaning more of his weight against Elliot's chest.

Despite his best efforts, Seven was brutally ignored. Elliot caught Noli’s eye for a brief second, then looked back at Seven. With a smug grin, he leaned closer to the bartender's ear and whispered something.

Noli had no idea what it could have been, but Seven’s only reaction was a clicked tongue and a low chuckle, which didn't help at all.

Fuck… Was I flirting with a married man? Shit… Are they mad at me? I'm so pathetic… damn it… I’m gonna end up getting my ass kicked…

Once the apron knot finally came undone and Elliot put it on, Seven’s shift was finally over. He started gathering his things, getting ready to leave.

Silently, Seven stepped out from behind the counter and walked up to Noli, giving him a full view. The height difference was even more obvious now; it was almost humiliating how far back Noli had to tilt his head just to look into the bartender's eyes. He could pick up more details of Seven’s navy blue shirt now. It had silver buttons with intricate engravings. He also wore a black crossbody bag where he kept his belongings.

While Noli analyzed him, Seven looked down with a calm but predatory smile, letting his prey thoroughly inspect him before moving in.

"Don't be too rough on him, alright?" Elliot said with a laugh, startling both of them out of their staring contest.

A low chuckle escaped Seven, who shot a glance back at the blonde.

"I'll take good care of him, like he's my own little porcelain doll," Seven said, his voice smooth and controlled again. "At least… until I decide it's time to break him," he added, his tone dropping into a raspy, wicked purr.

His gaze snapped back to his prey.

"Shall we get out of here?" His tone was sweet now, completely ignoring what he had just said.

"I… I guess so," Noli murmured, his voice almost swallowed by the loud music.

Seven reached out and gently took Noli’s hand, helping him down from the stool. Once Noli was on his feet, Seven didn't let go. Instead, he pulled him slowly closer, leading him away from the illuminated bar and toward a darker, quieter area.

It was ironic to be standing in a dark corner with a stranger right now. Just a few hours ago, Noli had been judging two people in this exact same situation. What a hypocrite.

Noli’s heart beat wildly. He could feel the warmth of Seven’s hand on his wrist, the faint scent of alcohol, and a distinctly masculine cologne clinging to him. When they stopped in a spot near a wall, Seven finally let go of his wrist and placed a hand on Noli’s waist, pulling him in firmly but without any rush.

"Hey…" Seven murmured, tilting his face down. "Relax for me. You’re shaking."

Noli swallowed hard, looking up. He was so close he could see the dark brown strands of Seven’s stubble, the neat trim of his mustache, and his dark eyes looking even deeper in the dim lighting.

"I’ve… I’ve never done this before," Noli confessed softly, embarrassed.

Seven smiled faintly, his thumb slowly caressing the curve of Noli’s waist over the hoodie.

"I know. I can tell." His voice dropped even lower. "That’s why I’m going to go slow… for now..."

He tilted his head and brushed his lips against Noli’s. It was a light touch, almost a question. Noli froze, tense and unsure of what to do. Only after a few seconds did Seven apply real pressure, capturing Noli's lower lip in a slow, deliberate kiss.

The kiss was warm and soft, which helped soothe Noli’s nerves. He closed his eyes and let himself melt into it a little more, his hands rising timidly to grip Seven’s shirt.

Sensing that Noli had relaxed, Seven deepened the kiss, though he kept the pace slow. His tongue slipped smoothly against Noli’s lips, silently asking for permission. Noli hesitated for a split second before giving in. The moment their tongues brushed, a sharp shiver shot straight down Noli’s spine.

The kiss remained slow and controlled. Seven explored patiently—tasting him, sucking gently on his lip, and tilting his head to shift the angle. The hand resting on Noli’s waist slid slowly up to the nape of his neck, holding him securely but without forcing him.

A soft, muffled whimper escaped Noli’s throat. His legs felt weak under the sheer weight of the kiss. He had never been kissed like this before. So… completely dominated.

When Seven finally pulled back a few inches, both of them were breathless. A thin string of saliva connected them for a brief second before breaking.

"Fuck… you taste good," he murmured, his voice thick and raspy. "And you react so well."

Noli was still panting through his mouth, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, utterly incapable of forming words. He kept his grip on Seven’s shirt just to stay anchored.

With a satisfied smirk, Seven brushed his thumb over Noli’s lower lip, wiping away the moisture.

"Do you want to stay here, or would you rather get out of this loud party?" Seven asked, leaning in to speak right against his ear. "Because if we’re going to keep going… personally, I want you somewhere where I can actually hear you."

Noli’s entire body felt like it was catching fire at the implicit promise in those words.

"I… I think we should leave," he answered under his breath, barely a whisper.

Seven smiled against his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his skin before pulling back.

"Good choice, baby."

…

The moment they stepped out of the party, the cold night air hit Noli’s flushed face. The sudden shock made him shiver, but not even the freezing winter breeze was enough to calm the whirlwind inside him.

Seven rumbled through his bag, pulling out a knit beanie with a peculiar color pattern: orange at the top, green just below it, then yellow, brown, and finishing with orange again. He let out a soft sigh and then fished his phone out of his pocket.

He called a taxi, and while they waited, he slid up behind Noli, pressing his chest flush against the younger man's back. Seven wrapped his arms over Noli's shoulders, letting his hands rest flat against his abdomen. Every few minutes, Seven would lean down to brush his lips against Noli’s neck, leaving short, feather-light kisses.

All that heat was short-circuiting Noli’s brain. He didn't feel cold inside, and though his skin was undoubtedly freezing after a few minutes outdoors, the sheer warmth of the man behind him kept him thoroughly heated. Well… that, and the blood roaring with pure embarrassment through his entire body. Yeah… maybe it was mostly because of that.

"Relax. I already told you I'm going to take good care of you tonight."

Noli could only manage a couple of short, robotic nods. His heart felt like an explosion with every beat, and his brain was like a runaway piston, firing off chaotic thoughts without any filter whatsoever.

He’s so direct… If he wants to fuck me, there’s no way I’ll be able to say no. But I’ve never done this before… what if it hurts? Obviously it’s going to hurt… look at his height! If he’s that tall, whatever he’s packing down there has got to be criminal. Fuck… but what about that guy at the bar? Am I just some random hookup to him? Ah, whatever… screw it, it doesn't even matter anymore. I’m already getting into a car with a stranger; there's no turning back now.

The taxi arrived quickly, even if those few brief minutes felt like hours of agony to Noli. During the entire ride, Seven didn't take his hands off him for a single second. One of his hands rested heavily on Noli’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then, slowly sliding up just enough to make Noli completely lose his breath.

..

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a motel in the southern zone. It wasn't luxurious, but it wasn't some cheap dump either. Noli was, to say the least, surprised. Getting this kind of "VIP" treatment made him feel incredibly special. Maybe he wasn't just some random hookup after all.

While Noli admired the place, Seven paid and took the key card as if he did this all the time. The walk up to their floor was spent in a heavy, charged silence, broken only by Seven’s glances and tight smirks, which betrayed the sheer urgency he was feeling.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Seven tossed his bag and beanie into a random corner, locked the door, and in two quick strides, pinned Noli against the wall.

"You know…" Seven murmured, tracing his thumb over Noli’s lower lip, "I won't do anything you don't want." He looked straight into his eyes.

Noli nodded quickly. He was already too far deep. There was no backing out now. And even if he could, he would still choose to stay.

This time, the kiss wasn't slow. Seven’s mouth took Noli's with urgency, his tongue invading deep, exploring hungrily. A muffled groan escaped Noli’s lips, his hands rising shakily to Seven’s chest, recreating the scene from the party, but with far more desperation and without any loud music to distract them.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, practically begging for more. But it was time for the next step.

"Take your shirt off," Seven ordered, his voice smooth but raspy.

Noli obeyed, trembling slightly as he pulled the hoodie over his head. Seven did the same in one fluid movement, revealing a broad, toned chest. Noli caught his breath, not just at the sight of the two top surgery scars on Seven’s chest, but also at the artwork covering them. As his gaze drifted lower, he noticed another tattoo on Seven’s lower abdomen, stretching down toward his pelvis. The black ornamental patterns formed a 'V', with hearts and curved lines that guided Noli’s eyes directly to where Seven’s pants still rested.

Gripping Noli’s chin firmly, Seven forced the younger man’s gaze back up to his face, kissing him again. This time, he nipped lightly at Noli's lower lip before dragging his mouth down to his neck, sucking the skin hungrily and leaving a few faint marks.

"You’re so fucking hot…" Seven murmured against his skin, his voice vibrating straight through Noli’s nerves. "It makes me want to find out what kind of face you have when the pleasure makes you lose your mind…"

Seven slid his hands down with an agility that screamed experience, reaching for the button of Noli’s jeans. The sound of the zipper opening felt deafening in the heavy silence of the room. When he finally slipped his hand inside and wrapped his fingers around Noli's already hard length, Seven froze. His fingers slid up the shaft, which just kept going and going, until he realized that not even half of Noli's length could fit in his palm.

The bartender let out a heavy breath, a sound that wavered between shock and pure delight. He stared at Noli with the flashing eyes of a predator that had just found the perfect prey.

"Holy shit…" Seven squeezed firmly, feeling the weight and pulsing heat against his palm. "You’re full of surprises, aren't you?" He laughed softly. "What a delicious little problem you’ve given me."

Noli's face burned, his vision blurring from sheer embarrassment. He ducked his head to escape the intensity of Seven's gaze, his eyes landing right on the bartender’s pelvis, where the ornamental tattoo stood out starkly against his pale skin. The black heart and curved lines seemed to pulse in sync with how turned on Seven was. A literal reflection of what the older man was feeling.

"I’m… I’m sorry," Noli muttered, not even knowing why he was apologizing.

Seven chuckled, a raspy sound that vibrated in the air, then squeezed Noli’s length once more, beginning a slow, steady stroke.

"Sorry for what? This is going to be so good for me…" He nipped at Noli's earlobe. "It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone so well-endowed…" he whispered.

A louder groan escaped Noli’s throat. His hips hitched involuntarily against Seven’s hand, blood rushing hot to every extremity of his body. His thoughts were a blur of anxiety and sheer relief.

He’s going to take it… he wants to bottom. Thank god. I was so terrified of not knowing what to do if I had to bottom… But he seems so experienced. Am I even going to be able to please him..?

Seven pulled away just enough to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. As his jeans and underwear pooled at his feet, Noli finally looked down, and the air completely left his lungs. He froze.

It wasn't what he was expecting.

He saw Seven’s anatomy bathed in the room’s crimson light. It took him a few seconds to recalibrate, the puzzle pieces slowly clicking together in his mind as he remembered the scars on Seven’s chest.

He… he doesn’t have a dick? He’s… trans?

The thought held absolutely no disgust—it was purely a short-circuit of surprise as his brain tried to process the revelation. The shock lasted only a second, instantly run over by an even greater wave of anxiety. If the fear of not being enough for Seven had already been haunting him, it was tenfold now.

Noli looked down at his own hands, feeling clumsier than ever. Seven felt like a detailed, precious map that he had no idea how to read. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn't know how to touch him? Seven’s experience intimidated him, making Noli feel like any mistake would be an unforgivable failure. He didn't just want to have sex, he desperately wanted to be good enough for this demigod who had granted a mere mortal a chance.

Seven noticed Noli's silence and his intense, fixed stare. He didn't pull back, let alone look insecure. On the contrary, his smile softened into something gentler. He took Noli's hand delicately, guiding the younger man’s trembling fingers toward the slick, inviting warmth between his thighs.

"It’s okay, baby," Seven whispered, his voice dripping with a sultry patience. "I told you I was going to take care of you, and I can teach you how to take care of me too."

The initial touch felt like an electric shock. Seven’s skin there was soft, hot, and incredibly inviting. Noli felt Seven’s breath hitch the moment contact was made, and that sound, the sound of such a confident man surrendering to his touch, sent a thrill through him.

"I… I’ve never…" Noli tried to start, but Seven cut him off with a kiss.

"Shhh… We’ll go slow," Seven whispered against his lips, his voice thick with desire. "Now take the rest of your clothes off and lie down. I’m going to give you a demonstration." He gave a quick wink.

Noli obeyed, his entire body shaking from a mix of nerves, surprise, and arousal. Under the bartender’s intent, predatory gaze, he kicked his sneakers away and slid his jeans and underwear down his legs, feeling utterly vulnerable. When he sat back on the soft mattress, completely exposed, he noticed that Seven’s gaze had shifted. He looked starved.

Without giving Noli time to cover himself or retreat into his own shyness, Seven took the initiative. He easily nudged Noli back into the center of the king-size bed, his broad frame hovering slowly over him, blocking out what little light filtered in from the rest of the room. The dim shadows seemed to swallow them whole, highlighting only the heat of their skin.

Seven's deep, focused eyes locked directly onto Noli's rigid length, drinking in every single detail of the impressive size now free.

"Fuck, look at you…" Seven murmured in a tone that was almost reverent. He knelt between Noli's open legs and gripped the base firmly. "So thick… throbbing for me."

In a reflex, Noli threw his forearm over his face. His whole body was trembling, his heart hammering in a frantic, almost painful rhythm.

Holy shit… he… he actually likes it? Nobody’s ever looked at me like this before…

A low chuckle echoed through the room.

"Take your hand off your face, baby. I want to see you." Seven's voice carried a commanding authority, but with an irresistible, sweet undertone. "You’re so beautiful… you deserve to be treated very well."

Without waiting, Seven leaned down. His hot tongue swiped slowly from the base all the way up to the head, tracing every vein. Once he reached the top, he began making slow, swirling motions, accompanied by a low moan that vibrated against Noli's sensitive skin.

A sharp, needy sound escaped Noli’s throat. His hips rolled involuntarily, his brain barely able to process the sheer overload of sensations. The hot, wet mouth, the strokes of a tongue that kept hitting spots he didn't even know existed—for someone who barely even masturbated, this was a completely different level.

"S-Seven…" he whined, his fingers clawing into the sheets.

Seven pulled off him for a split second, a thick string of saliva stretching from his lips to the glistening head.

"Fucking incredible… You feel that, don't you?" Seven’s tone was pure filth, while his slick fingers kept up a steady, stroking rhythm. "You barely ever touched yourself before, did you? I can tell. You’re so sensitive… pulsing so hard in my hand…"

Embarrassment made Noli want to deny it, but he could barely form coherent words.

Noli's silence only brought out a smirk from Seven, who immediately went back to work. This time he went deeper, taking nearly half of Noli's length into his throat. His tongue pressed firmly against the underside as he slid up and down, making wet, messy sounds. Every low groan Seven let out vibrated right against Noli, sending direct jolts of pleasure that left his brain completely scrambled.

Seven pressed wet kisses all along the shaft, then sucked gently on his balls, teasing with his tongue while his hand kept up a torturous pace.

Noli could no longer hide his noises. They came out loud, desperate, and breathy. His back arched off the mattress, his fingers gripping the sheets. Every movement of Seven's mouth around his dick was overwhelming. The suction, the heat, the way his tongue kept finding the exact right spot… it was too much.

"S-Seven… ahh!" Noli cried out, his voice cracking completely. His face was burning and his eyes welled with tears, but his hips wouldn't stop moving on their own, pushing slowly into that perfect mouth. He never imagined something like this could even exist.

All of it, the experienced touches mapping his body, the intoxicating feeling of being completely dominated, was finally too much for Noli to hold back. His entire body arched violently, his eyes snapping shut as a long, loud groan tore from his throat. It was so intense he could swear his soul left his body for a second as he came, releasing hot ropes of semen straight into the bartender's throat.

Even after Noli peaked, Seven didn't pull away immediately. His tongue swirled around the highly sensitive head as it kept twitching, savoring the thick fluid that kept leaking out, clean-up a torturously slow process.

Only when the friction finally subsided Seven stopped, giving Noli a moment to breathe. Seven wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and sat back up on the mattress, remaining right between Noli's legs.

"It’s not fair that I’m the only one giving a blowjob, right?" Seven murmured, his voice thick and raspy.

He began to crawl back up Noli’s body very slowly. Seven’s knees slid up along the sides of Noli’s thighs and hips, a slow ascent that made the younger man catch his breath all over again. Continuing the movement, Seven dragged himself forward until he was sitting heavily right on Noli's chest, pinning him against the mattress and staring down at him with an intense, dark gaze.

Seven's body was completely exposed, and his heat was practically brushing against Noli’s face. The tattoo that had seemed so far away a moment ago was now only inches from Noli’s eyes. The delicate lines and smooth skin captured his attention, guiding his gaze directly toward his new treasure.

"I want to feel this shy mouth on me. It’ll be good for you to learn exactly how to drive me crazy… before we start the main event."

Seven gripped the headboard with one hand to support himself, aligning his heat with Noli’s mouth and lowering his hips slowly, though still keeping a tiny bit of distance.

"Come on," Seven ordered softly, but firmly. "Lick it for me. Show me you’re a good boy. I want to see this pretty face covered in me."

Noli swallowed hard, his chest heaving in a frantic rhythm. His eyes widened, locked onto the naked body hovering above him as that heady, sweet scent filled his lungs.

Fuck… he wants me to eat him out. I don’t even know how to do this right. What if I’m terrible at it? But… he’s so wet… for me… I can't give up now.

His hands hesitantly rested on Seven’s firm thighs, his fingers shaking slightly.

"I’ve… I’ve never done this before," Noli murmured, embarrassed, his voice barely audible.

Seven looked down with a thoroughly satisfied smile, running his hand affectionately through Noli’s dreads.

"I know, baby. That’s why I’m going to guide you. Just relax and use your tongue first. Take your time… lick me slowly."

Noli took a deep breath, trying to calm the heart hammering against his ribs. He stretched his neck up slowly and pressed a shy, shallow lick against Seven’s warm, slick entrance. The strong, musky taste hit his tongue all at once. He recoiled slightly, startled by the sheer intensity of it.

Seven let out a long, shuddering sigh, his fingers tightening in a white-knuckled grip around the headboard.

Emboldened by the sound, Noli made another attempt. He dragged his tongue hesitantly over the swollen folds, rhythmless, just exploring this brand-new territory. His movements were clumsy and uncertain, sometimes swirling too fast, sometimes too slow, entirely unsure of what felt best. He could barely believe what he was doing.

"Yes… keep going," Seven rasped out.

With what little courage he had left, Noli tried to lick over a more specific spot, swirling his tongue right over the tip of Seven’s sensitive tdick. The moment his tongue caressed it, Seven let out a deeper groan, his grip tightening firmly in Noli’s dreads.

Noli’s body froze for half a second, terrified he had done something wrong, but he pushed forward when he felt Seven’s hips yield to him. He swirled his tongue around the tip, even though his nerves made the motion shaky and uneven. He sucked gently on the tip of Seven’s growth, then licked it again, messing up the pressure a few times. His face was already getting slick, his chin wet, but he didn't stop. He breathed heavily through his nose, completely overwhelmed by Seven's taste and scent.

In response, Seven began to dictate the pace, moving his hips slowly and rubbing his heat right against Noli’s mouth and nose, guiding him exactly where he wanted him most.

Noli whimpered against him, the vibration hitting Seven’s most sensitive spot. He tried to slide his tongue inside, but his lack of experience made the entry clumsy, pushing in and out irregularly. Sometimes he would just get lost, licking around the edges. His own dick was throbbing painfully against his stomach, entirely forgotten, while his whole focus was poured into this overwhelming new task.

With a firmer grip on Noli's dreads, Seven pulled his head slightly, angling his face for a better fit.

"Right there, baby… yes… just like that," Seven choked out, his voice cracking with pure lust.

Noli obeyed as best as he could, sucking more hungrily. He ended up using a bit too much suction, drawing a sharp groan from Seven that melted into a soft chuckle—sweet, and entirely proud of the boy's effort. Trying to correct his mistake, Noli softened his touch, peppering gentle kisses all over the area. His entire face was marked now, glistening with Seven’s fluids.

He felt ridiculous, clumsy, and intensely turned on all at once. Every moan he extracted from the bartender made his stomach flip with a mix of desire and shame.

Seven threw his head back, his breathing growing heavier by the second as he kept grinding his hips in short, slow strokes against Noli’s virgin lips.

"Such a good mouth…" Seven murmured, looking down. "You’re a total mess and you just keep sucking… my good boy…"

Noli groaned in response, his eyes half-lidded and wet from the effort, completely lost between his nerves and the desperate urge to please.

Seven’s hips began to move with more urgency, rubbing the center of his pleasure faster and harder against Noli's nose and mouth. Noli could barely breathe, completely submerged in the heavy, musk-sweet scent and the slick friction against his skin.

"I’m gonna cum…" Seven warned, his voice raw, breaking. "Put your tongue inside me…"

Noli obeyed instantly, burying his tongue back inside him. Seconds later, Seven arched his back and came hard. The orgasm was violent. Noli could feel his tongue being tightly squeezed by the narrow entrance as the inner walls clamped down repeatedly. A hot gush flooded his mouth, spilling past his lips and dripping down his chin. The taste became sharper, overwhelming. Seven trembled violently on top of him, his raw, broken moans filling the room as he ground himself desperately against Noli's face to ride out the peak.

Noli let out a muffled groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to swallow what he could, feeling the rest messily coat the sides of his face. It was too much—the heat, the fluid, the way Seven pulsed rhythmically against his tongue. His own dick was aching painfully, leaking pre-cum against his stomach, but he could barely focus on it. He was breathless, slick, completely dazed, and strangely proud.

Seven remained there for several long seconds, his frame shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm, his fingers still tangled in Noli’s dreads while his other hand finally loosened its grip on the headboard. Slowly, the tremors began to fade.

Then he slid down slowly and collapsed his body over Noli’s, breathing heavily. Noli was a complete and utter mess—his face glistening with saliva and slick, his chin and neck coated, his breathing fast and shallow.

Seven cupped Noli's face with both hands and pulled him into a wet, deep kiss, not caring in the least that he was tasting himself. He hungrily licked Noli’s tongue, letting out a low moan as he savored the remnants of his own orgasm in the younger man's mouth. When he finally pulled back, he slowly licked along Noli's chin and the corners of his lips, tenderly cleaning him up.

"Look at you… completely covered in me," Seven murmured, his voice thick and satisfied. "You were incredible, baby, even for your first time. You completely turned me inside out."

Noli looked away, embarrassed, but a shy, proud little smile tugged at his swollen lips.

"I… I tried..." he murmured, his voice raspy and a bit awkward.

Seven chuckled softly and kissed the tip of his nose, then his forehead.

"And you did great! Now take a breath… because I am not done with you yet."

Seven pressed one more slow, wet kiss to Noli’s lips before pulling away, sitting back up over Noli's hips. His dark eyes stared down at his prey with renewed hunger, his cheeks flushed and his dark brown bangs falling messily over his forehead. He was still panting a bit from his previous orgasm, but his desire only seemed to have intensified.

"You were so good to me…" Seven murmured raspily, his hands sliding down to wrap around Noli’s length. "I think you deserve a reward…"

He positioned the tip of Noli's dick right against his own highly sensitive entrance, which was already slick and well-lubricated from his climax, rubbing himself slowly against it before starting to sink down.

Noli let out a long, shuddering groan, his hands rising shakily to find some kind of leverage against Seven’s waist. The sensation was overwhelming. Hot, tight, and wet as fuck. It was completely unlike anything he had ever imagined.

"S-Seven…" Noli whined, his voice cracking at the sheer tightness.

The bartender sank down inch by inch, allowing Noli's thick width to slowly stretch him open. When he finally bottomed out, taking him all the way to the hilt, Seven let out a raw moan, his frame visibly trembling.

"Ahh… fuck, Noli…" Seven muttered, his face a mix of shock and pure bliss. "You are hitting exactly the right spot…"

He froze for a few seconds, breathing deeply as his inner muscles adjusted to the constant pressure against his most sensitive point. Swallowing hard, he began to move. His strokes were slow and controlled at first, rising and falling smoothly, drawing a muffled gasp from Noli with every downward slide.

Noli was in absolute shock. Seven’s inside was so hot, wet, and surprisingly tight—it was almost unbearable. Every time Seven slid down, Noli could feel the inner walls pulsing rhythmically around his dick, massaging every single vein. His hips twitched, his hands gripping Seven’s waist tightly, completely lost on what to do.

"Fuck… you’re stretching me so much," Seven groaned, breaking his own slow rhythm as he started to ride him faster. He pressed his palms flat against Noli’s chest, grinding his hips hard against him. "It’s so deep… so good…"

There was nothing but pure lust in Seven’s groans now. He was trying hard to keep up his dominant demeanor, but it was obvious just how unraveled he was. His body was shaking, his firm thighs locking Noli's hips beneath him, his walls pulsing violently as they took that virgin dick.

Noli moaned non-stop, eyes wide as he stared up, completely hypnotized by the sight of Seven riding him. His black dreads were plastered to his sweaty forehead, his chest heaving rapidly.

"Seven… you’re… you’re so hot inside…" Noli murmured, his voice timid and broken with pleasure. "It feels too good… I can't…"

Seven let out a low, breathy laugh and leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Noli’s head.

"Shut up, baby…" Seven groaned against his lips in a mock scold. "Talking like that is gonna make me cum way too fast."

Without giving him a second to rest, Seven began to slam down harder and hungrier, dropping his full weight and letting his inner warmth completely swallow Noli's length. The room filled with the wet, messy sounds of skin slapping against skin and their increasingly desperate moans.

Every downward thrust made Noli see stars. The pleasure was so intense that his legs shook underneath Seven, his fingers clawing deep into the older man's waist. He tried to fight the instinct to thrust up, but it was almost impossible.

Seven tried to lock his lips over Noli's, but the kiss came out messy, broken apart by hitched moans and heavy pants. Their tongues met sloppily as Seven kept riding him, growing more and more lost in the heat of the moment, still fighting not to surrender total control.

"Ahh! Fuck… fuck…" Seven cried out loud, his voice raw and completely broken. His brown bangs clung to his sweaty forehead as he threw his head back. "It’s hitting so deep… ahh, shit…"

His moans grew higher, more desperate, almost turning into cries. The controlled rhythm he had tried to enforce completely ruined. Instead of clean, riding strokes, Seven began to grind frantically, rubbing his center of pleasure shamelessly against Noli’s shaft.

"Ahh… right there… right fucking there!" he screamed through his groans, his body shaking violently. His fingernails dug hard into Noli's chest, leaving angry red marks. "You’re hitting my G-spot every single time… Aaahh! You’re destroying me!"

Noli was entirely spent, too. His black dreads were fanned out across the pillow, his eyes glazed over and his mouth parted as low whimpers spilled out. His trembling hands held onto Seven’s waist, unable to do anything but endure the devastating pleasure.

Leaning his body forward, Seven braced his hands besides Noli's head again. His messy hair fell like a curtain around them. He rode faster, deeper, completely out of rhythm, going down heavy and grinding desperately every time he felt Noli’s length hit his limit.

"Mmmm… Ahh! It’s killing me… fuck..." His moans were loud and frantic, a product of pure ecstasy. "It’s so good… so good… I can’t take it… ahhhhh!"

The impending climax was completely shattering the bartender’s composure. His thighs squeezed Noli’s hips with white-knuckled force, and his inner walls pulsed, clamping down around the thick length as if they never wanted to let go.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum again…" Seven warned, his voice giving up entirely. "Noli… Noli, please… let me cum on your dick…"

He accelerated even more, riding with raw force, making an obscene, wet sound of friction echo through the room. Suddenly, Seven dug his nails deep into Noli's chest and let out a long, trailing cry.

"Ahhhhhhh…! It’s coming… fuckkkkk…!"

The orgasm hit violently, dragging them both over the edge at once. The exact moment Seven collapsed, the peak hit Noli with brutal force. Noli released his hot seed deep inside Seven’s warmth, too dazed and embarrassed to even form a warning.

Receiving that hot, internal gush, the bartender convulsed even harder on top of him. His entrance clamped down on the flooded length in intense, rhythmic spasms, milking him. Seven’s body shook completely out of control, his groans coming out raspy and broken as he tried to roll his hips slowly, mixing their fluids and prolonging the pleasure to the absolute limit. It felt like an endless climax—waves and waves of pure electricity that made him whimper and nestle his face right into Noli’s neck.

"Hmmm… ahh… you’re still… you’re still pulsing… fuck…" Seven groaned weakly, his voice utterly wrecked. "You made me cum so much… so fucking much…"

Even after his orgasm, Seven didn't stop completely. He kept moving in lazy, sluggish rolls, letting out quiet whimpers every time Noli’s dick brushed deep inside him. His entire body was limp, slick with sweat, and trembling.

Finally, he collapsed forward, pressing his damp chest against Noli’s and burying his face in the crook of the younger man’s neck. He was panting heavily, his heart hammering wildly against Noli’s ribs.

"You… you absolutely ruined me…" Seven murmured against his skin, his voice raspy, exhausted, and possessive. His fingers gently combed through Noli's black dreads. "I’m shaking so much… all because of you…"

Noli was equally exhausted—breathless, shy, carefully wrapping his arms around the bartender’s waist as if he were afraid of breaking him.

Seven pressed a wet, lazy kiss to his neck, still refusing to move from on top of him.

"We’re not done yet, baby…" he whispered, his words slurred with fatigue. "Just… just give me a minute… I’m sensitive as fuck…"

They lay in silence for a few minutes, doing nothing but breathing heavily. Seven remained draped over him, his body warm and relaxed, his face hidden in the curve of Noli’s neck while his fingers lazily caressed his hair. The heavy, musk-sweet scent of sex filled the room.

After a brief rest to catch his breath, Seven let out a long, shuddering sigh, slowly pushing his torso up. His brown bangs were messy and plastered to his damp forehead. He stared down at Noli, his eyes still heavy with sleep and deeply satisfied.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked softly, his voice raw.

"I… I came…" Noli murmured, his face burning so intensely he could barely look Seven in the eye. "I’m sorry… I couldn't hold it back…"

Seven let out a low chuckle, finding the reaction utterly adorable.

"I felt it," Seven answered, sealing the confession with a slow, wet kiss. "You pulsed so good inside me." He licked his own lips and added, "No need to be ashamed, I want you to cum with me."

He slowly lifted himself off. Noli’s softening length slipped out of him with an obscene, wet sound. A thick streak, a mix of both fluids, leaked from Seven’s entrance. He watched the drop trail down his own thigh with a wicked, lustful glint in his eyes.

"Look at that beautiful mess… Now lay down behind me, baby," Seven ordered, his voice regaining that dominant edge. "I want to feel you fucking me. And this time, you’re going to tell me when you’re about to cum."

Noli obeyed instantly, turning onto his side on the mattress. Seven settled right in front of him, his back to Noli, pressing his sweaty skin flush against Noli’s chest. He lifted one leg to clear a path and, using his fingers, guided the younger man’s length, which hardened all over again at the contact, back into his still wet, highly sensitive entrance.

Slowly, Seven pushed his hips back, taking Noli’s impressive size inch by inch, letting out a long, trembling groan that echoed through the room.

"Hmmm… ahh… it’s still sensitive as fuck…" he groaned, biting his lip to hold back a shiver. "But you fill me up so well…"

As soon as Noli was completely settled inside him, he began to shift in a slow, deep rhythm. Unlike the frenetic intensity from before, this was intimate, deliberate, and drawn-out.

"Ahh… Noli…" The low sound escaped Seven’s throat. "You’re hitting so deep…"

Noli let out a raspy groan, his arm wrapping timidly around Seven’s waist, pulling him tighter against himself. The hot, wet walls pulsing sensitively around him, Seven’s soft, sweaty body completely pressed against his—it was all so intense. He buried his face in the nape of Seven’s neck, breathing heavily.

"Does it… does it feel good…?" Noli whispered, his voice still shy as he tried to maintain a steady pace.

Seven let out a long groan, his hand covering Noli’s fingers where they were dug into his stomach, savoring the way Noli penetrated him without any rush.

"Ahh… fuck… It feels amazing!" He turned his head back, seeking Noli’s mouth for a sloppy, desperate kiss. "You’re gonna make me cum again…"

The pace quickened. Even on his side, Seven began to slam back, his walls tightening and pulsing around Noli’s shaft. His groans filled the room.

"Ahhhhh… it’s coming… it’s coming again…" he warned, his voice giving out. "Noli… cum with me… please, cum inside me…"

The desperate plea made Noli’s rhythm quicken instinctively. He pressed his chest flush against Seven’s sweaty back, pulling him in hard as he peaked. A long, muffled groan escaped his throat as he pulsed violently, filling Seven with hot, thick ropes.

"I’m… I’m… I’m cumming…" Noli’s voice came out raw through his timid groans.

Feeling Noli come inside him, Seven completely lost control of his own body. He dug his nails into Noli’s arm and hit his own climax for the third time, convulsing violently.

"Ahhhhhh! Oh shit… fuckkkk… I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much…" he screamed, his voice hoarse between heavy pants. His insides clamped down rhythmically around Noli’s length, as if trying to milk him to the very last drop.

They trembled together for several long seconds, groaning breathlessly, completely shattered. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and the sound of ragged breathing that gradually began to calm.

When the tremors finally ceased, Seven slowly turned his body around to face Noli. He pulled him into a tight embrace, peppering affectionate kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, and finally sealing their lips with a slow, lazy touch.

"You were incredible, baby…" Seven murmured against his lips, his voice tired but sweet. His fingers slid through Noli’s black dreads again, starting a slow, soothing scratch. "You came three times for me… and turned me into an absolute mess."

Noli could only manage a quiet hum, hiding his face in Seven’s broad chest, completely overcome by shyness even after everything they had done.

The bartender chuckled softly, finding the reaction to be the most adorable thing in the world, and squeezed him even tighter, pulling a sheet over their sweaty bodies.

"Rest now, my love."

Time passed slowly as their breathing synchronized under the dim lights of the room.

"You’re so quiet…" Seven murmured after a long silence. "Regretting it?" he asked in a tone that was softer than usual, carrying a subtle hint of vulnerability.

"No…" Noli answered immediately, his voice muffled against Seven’s chest. "I just… I still can't believe this actually happened."

Seven let out a low laugh, visibly relieved, making his chest vibrate beneath Noli’s cheek.

"It happened. And it was perfect." He kissed the top of Noli's head, inhaling the boy's scent. "Best night of my life," he added in a whisper, a silly smile spreading across his face as he closed his eyes.

They surrendered to the quiet calm for a while longer, just breathing together. Seven kept up a lazy caress through Noli’s dreads, while Noli traced the tattoos over the scars on Seven's chest with the tips of his fingers.

"But… Seven… Can I ask you something..?" Noli's eyes met the bartender's.

"Of course, sweetheart. Always."

"At the party… how did you already know my name?"

Seven couldn't hold it back and let out a loud laugh, breaking the quiet, cozy atmosphere of the room.

"I read your mind," Seven said lightly, as if it was obvious.

"What… wait… seriously?" Noli lifted his head a little, thoroughly confused.

Seven laughed even harder, finding Noli's innocence being the best part.

"No, silly!" Seven chuckled, affectionately stroking Noli's hair. "I read it off your card when you went to pay. My eyes are highly trained, baby. I thought it’d be funny to see you get all confused… And honestly, getting to know your name was already the best payment for me," he added softly.

"B-but… what about that other guy at the party..? That… blonde guy?"

"We're just good friends. He says he has no interest in me, but he absolutely loves to tease me. Tsc, bullshit."

"Oh, I see…" Noli said, looking a little downcast.

"Do you know what that bastard had the audacity to whisper to me?"

"What..?"

"That it looked like we were already having sex through telepathy. Telepathy?" Seven let out a sigh of mock outrage. "That motherfucker." He laughed. "But you know, if I had to say, he’s not really my type either. But do you know who is?" Seven asked, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

"Who…?" Noli looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Hmmmmm… Actually… It’s a secret!" Seven teased with a chuckle. "But who knows, maybe one day you'll find out, my love."

Noli let out a soft huff of laughter against Seven's chest, feigning indignation, but quickly surrendered. He nestled deeper into the embrace, hiding his flushed face in the crook of Seven's neck. Above him, Seven's fingers slowed their pace through the black dreads, settling into a soft, steady caress.

The comfortable silence washed over the room once again, now filled only by their shared warmth and the calm, steady rhythm of their heartbeats. Noli relaxed completely against Seven's warm frame, the exhaustion finally pulling him under. A few minutes later, he drifted into a deep sleep, completely safe in the bartender's arms.

Sunlight was already filtering through the cracks in the curtains when Noli woke up. He blinked slowly, trying to process where he was. His memory rushed back the moment he felt Seven’s chest calmly rising and falling beneath him. The bartender was still asleep, one arm draped over Noli’s waist, his messy brown bangs falling over his face.

Noli carefully stretched his arm out and grabbed his phone. The moment the screen lit up, his eyes widened.

More than 20 missed messages in his group chat.

ASPX [4:23am]
noli holy shit where the fuck are you dude?? we're looking everywhere for you damn it

XPSA [4:46am]
did you leave with someone? fuck we can't find you anywhere

Missed Call (5)

XPSA [5:21am]
that blonde guy from the bar said he saw you and the other bartender leaving together
if you don't give us a sign of life by noon we're calling the cops

After spending a few seconds debating what to say, Noli finally typed out a reply.

Noli [9:32am]
hi
i'm alive sorry for disappearing 
spent the night with a guy from the party 
… mmm…
i think you guys already know who it was

The response came much faster than he expected.

ASPX [9:35am] 
DUDE
no fucking way 
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 
FUCK YOU THEN THE BLONDE GUY WAS RIGHT THAT TALL ASS BARTENDER WAS DESTROYING HIM 
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
WE THOUGHT YOU HAD DIED YOU BASTARD 
LET US KNOW NEXT TIME YOU'RE GONNA GET FUC—

Unable to take the humiliation and embarrassment, Noli snapped his phone screen off, refusing to even finish reading the message. He wasn't about to ruin his day before it even began. Letting out a soft sigh of shame, he buried his face right into Seven's chest.

With the sudden movement, Seven stirred, gradually waking up. Feeling the warmth of Noli’s face against his skin and noticing the younger man’s embarrassed trembling, Seven let out a low chuckle, his voice deliciously raspy with sleep.

"You okay down there?"

"My friends…" Noli muttered. "They’re losing their minds because I told them I spent the night with you."

Seven raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. He chuckled and pulled Noli tighter against his chest, kissing the top of his head.

"Relax, baby. Let them talk. They’ll forget all about it soon enough."

He kept up a slow caress along Noli’s back for a few minutes, waiting for him to calm down and stop shaking from the sheer embarrassment. The motel room was quiet and cozy, bathed in the soft morning light. Seven let out another lazy sigh, savoring the feeling of Noli's body flush against his before he had to face the reality of his daily routine.

Determined not to let the moment end just yet, Seven reached his free arm over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and typed something quickly on the screen. Then, he turned the device toward Noli.

"Here. My number."

Noli blinked, looking from the screen up to Seven’s deep brown eyes.

"I don't usually give my number out to costumers… but I’m making an exception for you." Seven gave a quick wink, the corner of his mouth curving into his usual lazy, confident smile. "Text me whenever you want. I want to see you again… not just at the bar."

Noli saved the contact, his fingers still trembling slightly, his chest swelling with pure happiness. When he locked his phone and looked back up, Seven was watching him with a satisfied look.

"Now come here," Seven murmured, pulling Noli by the shoulders so he would lie back down flat on his chest. "I want to hug you a little longer before we have to leave."

Noli smiled shyly, tossing his phone aside and nestling completely against him, his heart beating in a much lighter, steadier rhythm.

Maybe going out with friends isn't such a bad thing after all. And maybe this narrator should be better at making impactful closing lines for the end of a story. Yeah, who knows.