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It’s been a long time since Duang last visited his bar.
Due to his busy schedule he can only visit at least one or two times per week. The business was doing well even without his supervision. All thanks to his friend Jamie who’s been keeping an eye every time he’s gone.
He was greeted by chattering voices combined with the smooth, steady rhythm of jazz music playing in the background. The bar was quite spacious. Consisting of tables paired with leather couches that were meticulously arranged in order to keep the room atmosphere balanced. On the corner, near the bar counter, two billiard tables can be seen right away.
The billiard table nearest to the counter is swarmed by people intensely watching someone play. As if some of their lives were put into bet from the look on their faces. You could say that Duang is good at reading other people’s expressions, the problem is he is also bad at hiding his own.
Duang walked across the hall going straight to the bar counter and sitting next to his friend Pae who is busy typing on his phone while waiting for Jamie to prepare his drinks.
“Still busy?” Jamie asked upon noticing his friend.
“Would I be here if I was?” Duang answered in a cheeky manner.
Jamie wanted to hit Duang right into his forehead. Pae, who is still typing on his phone, finally decided to stop and greet his friend.
“Oi Duang, I haven’t seen you in so longgg. Did you perhaps found yourself a lover?”
“I would never show myself to you if I did!” Duang struck him a look whilst raising his left eyebrow.
He was quite offended, honestly. Both of his friends were already taken. Yes, he’s been on several dates, sometimes even hookups, but he can’t seem to find someone who is compatible with him in both sexual and personality traits.
“Someone’s been making a name since you’re gone” Jamie subtly pointed at the billiard table by tilting his head and flicking his pursed lips towards the man who was playing earlier. The game was done, and it is clear that the latter won.
“Oohhh he’s exactly your typa guy” Pae exclaimed.
Pae was right, that man is exactly his type. The pretty face, along with the fitted white half-button long sleeves that accentuated his broad shoulders and slim waist, was a bonus, especially since the inner black tank top was visible through the see-through fabric. The black flared jeans that he wore completed the look hugging each curve of his body perfectly. Duang’s imagination is running wild.
“What’s his name?” He asked Jamie, eyes still glued on the man who was now about to leave.
“Qin, he’s good at playing. I’ve seen him win multiple games already”
“Maybe because he hasn’t played with me yet”
“Yeah, yeah, sure I would absolutely believe that” Pae’s voice was laced with sarcasm.
To be honest, Duang was quite bad at the game.
“Does he always leave early?”
“No, he usually leaves when we’re about to close. He often goes out after matches to smoke though” Jamie answered as he handed Pae the drink that he made earlier.
Without thinking twice Duang stood up from his seat immediately following Qin.
“I’m gonna take a puff outside” He says with a small smile forming on the corner of his mouth.
———
The light post being the only source of light at the back of the bar provided a dim lighting, truly fit for the small smoking area. There were five people outside but Duang’s eyes instantly found Qin's, who was already looking right straight to him.
“Mind if I join?” Duang asked and pulled out the packet of cigarettes hidden in his back pocket.
“I don’t think I have a choice now” Qin’s voice was smooth and deep as he took a light but steady puff on the cigarette that was held by his right hand.
“Duang by the way”
“Mhm, Qin”
Duang’s hands remained on the cigarette packet toying it around for a while.
“It’s my first time seeing you play and you really made it look easy. Expert at most” Duang complimented now intensely looking at Qin’s perfect side profile watching him smoke.
“Hm, must’ve been because I play for awhile now” He briefly answered, lightly tapping the cigarette in between his fingers.
“You professional?” Duang asked, finally pulling one cigarette out of the packet.
“No, I only do it for fun” Finally facing Duang, he slightly opened his mouth to slip the cigarette in between his lips and took one deep, gentle breath, drawing the minty smoke down into his lungs. Eyes staring deeply into Duang’s sharp lustful gaze that could be described close to longing.
Duang could do nothing but swallow the saliva forming inside his mouth.
“Hm, then do you mind playing with me for a couple of rounds?” Duang’s voice came out raspy. Maybe because he’s been holding himself back.
“Only for a few rounds?” Qin lightly tilted his head in a teasing manner.
“Then I’ll play with you for as long as you want. We can do it later once we're closed” Duang proposed, finally placing the cigarette on his lips, maintaining their unbroken gaze.
“You sure you can handle me?”
“I’ll try” His voice muffled from the cigarette. Pulling out his lighter, only for it to fail working.
He was about to ask Qin for a lighter but the man in front of him suddenly narrowed the distance between their bodies. Qin angled the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth to Duang’s cigarette, pressing the tips together, both of them standing face-to-face with Qin looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes of his. Qin’s cigarette being almost done only made the distance closer, he began to inhale slowly taking several short puffs which pulled the heat from the ember into the new tobacco.
Duang could only watch as Qin continuously pressed their cigarettes together. As his cigarette began to glow, Qin immediately pulled back and placed his tobacco on the cigarette bin before angling his head up exposing his neck whilst releasing the smoke into the air.
Before Duang could react, Qin was already gone. Leaving him standing outside like a hardened rock.
———
After waiting for what feels like eternity. The bar was finally closed. Duang bid his farewell to his friends as he finally shuts the door himself.
Qin, who was sitting quietly on one of the leather couches, where he enjoyed his drink while he waited for Duang to close, looked towards his direction nodding his head, meaning to ask if they could start. Duang propped his arm on the table as he leaned forward to Qin’s face.
“Let’s go?” Duang’s tone was soft and desperate.
“Sure” Qin stood up from his seat and walked to the billiard table with Duang following him.
Both reached for the cue stick stacked on the corner of the room. Chalking their cue tip in a distinct twisting motion. The table was already prepared for a match.
“What do I get for playing with you this late?” Qin breaks the tension between them.
“If you win you could do anything you want with me” Duang says, already smiling ear to ear with his charming dimples exposed. He looks like he’s already accepting his defeat.
“What if I lost?”
“I’ll get to do the thing I want then”
———
Duang’s definitely losing.
Qin lowered his chin to the cue stick, his eyes narrowed as he locked his feet into a wide, stable stance. The man in front of him was already bending in an angle that made the curves on his body evident. Arms stretched and back arched to perfection.
Duang couldn’t think. He didn’t know where to look, where to focus, the way the cue stick was placed in between his long dainty fingers smoothly sliding back and forth. The serious and seductive look on his face. Oh Duang’s clutching his cue stick hard. He might need a puff.
Duang pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it before shoving it in between his lips taking a sharp deep inhale as he intensely watch Qin win. He hasn't even had the chance to play yet, and it seems like Qin wants this game to end quickly. He finally notices Duang’s burning stare and decides to walk towards his direction.
Qin knows that Duang is trying his very best to hold back.
The way he grips the cigarette, the deep inhales, and the sharp stares he’s been sending.
Duang took one heavy drag of his cigarette before it was taken away and was put into the ash tray near the table.
Just as he was already about to exhale the smoke, Qin already yanked his jaw, instantly crashing their lips together. Duang let out a small whine against his mouth before kissing back immediately, some of the smoke entering Qin’s mouth.
The sharp clank of the cue sticks falling, as Qin’s hands worked its way up to Duang’s neck pulling him closer deepening the already messy kiss. Duang’s own hands quickly caressed Qin’s shoulders going down onto the hips he's been dying to hold since earlier.
Saliva dripping down the corner of their mouths as they continue to ravish one another, it’s obvious that both of them have been holding back. The kiss grows urgent and harsher each second. Angling both their faces to find better access.
“Mhmph-But mm-we haven-mht finished playmyinhH” Duang’s voice still managed to slip out before Qin bit his lips.
“Ah”
“Just shut up and kiss me”
And Duang did, kissing him again hastily. He couldn’t hide his smirk between their kisses. Grabbing one of Qin’s hands from his neck and sensually intertwining their fingers together. Their bodies being awfully close with Duang’s left arm gripping Qin’s waist tightly pushing it forward towards his direction, with both their hardened members pressed together.
“Ah” Qin lets out a gasp when Duang grinds on his clothed cock. Duang took the opportunity to go further inside his mouth, tongue slipping inside to play with Qin’s own. Qin was already melting into the kiss as he finally let Duang’s tongue dominate his.
Qin’s ass hits the billiard table. He’s cornered. Duang’s hands traveled to reach his thighs before swiftly lifting him up for him to sit on the table. Duang’s hands never left his thighs and opened it more to properly position himself in between of Qin’s legs.
“Take it off” Qin firmly said and tugs on Duang’s shirt when they pull apart to catch their breath.
The shirt being slightly cropped exposed the chrome hearts boxers that looked alluring paired with those low waisted oversized jeans of his.
“So impatient” Duang planted a soft tender kiss on the tip of his nose.
His hands leaving Qin’s thighs to take off the said shirt grabbing it from the back and successfully pulling it off.
“May I?” Duang asked before yanking Qin’s long sleeves, leaving him with his inner black tank top.
“You look so fucking hot like this” Duang groaned bluntly onto his ear nibling and slowly licking on his earlobe before leaving feather-light kisses on his neck.
With his hands now placed on Qin’s waist, holding him still, he licked a long stripe on his neck before sucking and locating Qin’s erogenous zone.
He continued lapping on the skin leaving red to deep purple marks, he could tell that Qin is enjoying this as he aligned his neck more to give him better access.
Qin could only whine in desperation; he already felt his whole body burning from each touch Duang made.
“F-fuck just hurry” Qin was slowly losing his composure, desperately trying to remove Duang’s belt.
Duang let out a soft chuckle before taking no time to completely undress Qin.
Qin, now naked, sitting sprawled in front of him—hard cock on display, the wetness visibly shined from the light near the bar counter. His pink hole clenching on nothing, both of his hands lay flat against the billiard table to support his weight leaning backwards.
Duang licked his lips from the sight as he harshly removed his own pants.
Qin stared on Duang’s hard shaft as Duang jerked it for a few times while looking directly at his face.
It was bigger than he expected, veins popping out looking angry with its flushed tip.
“I’ll prep you first Ter. Open that pretty mouth of yours now” Duang said, lifting his face up before putting two of his fingers inside his already open mouth.
He could taste Duang’s pre-cum from the long slender fingers that were now laying flat on his tongue.
Oh how he wished it was Duang’s cock inside his mouth instead.
He desperately sucked onto his fingers. Swirling his tongue around and giving it a few kitten-like licks.
Duang watched him and with his other hand took the cigarette which was still amazingly lit. Inhaling a slow puff locking his eyes on Qin’s now glassy ones as tears formed in the corner.
Without thinking, Duang dived into Qin’s mouth, removing his fingers. Qin breathed the smoke in sharply, drawing Duang’s breath deep into his own lungs.
He was getting light headed from the lack of oxygen both from the smoke and the way Duang was dipping his tongue onto his.
“Mhmmph” Qin moaned against the kiss once he felt Duang’s finger enter his hole.
The kiss broke when Duang traced Qin’s face looking for any sight of discomfort but there’s none—just Qin’s dilated pupils begging for Duang to fuck him.
“Mhhna-ah Duang”
He entered the second finger, scissoring him open, stretching the tight, soft, warm hole and bending his fingers inwards hitting the same sensitive spot all over again.
Qin’s mouth hang open as he chants his moans. Duang took the opportunity to carelessly suck on his tongue that was already half hanging on his mouth.
He could already feel the heat pooling in his lower stomach. He was about to come.
Duang pulled both fingers out, leaving Qin whining from the loss of contact.
“I wanna fuck you now Ter, but I just realized I have no condoms with me right now” Duang’s low yearning voice sent shivers down to his spine.
“Just fucking put it in”
Qin lashed out—he was already being edged enough.
“Raw, deep, and hard”
Qin is slowly losing his mind.
Qin’s voice was soft, sultry, and assertive and oh Duang could never refuse to that.
“Terrr, you asked for it”
Before he could even react, Duang's hard cock already slammed inside.
His thrust was brutal.
Qin gasped from the sudden fullness.
Qin’s arms already gave out, back arched laying onto the billiard tables surface.
Duang groaned, hovering over him, his hips moving in swift motion.
His hands gripping on Qin’s thighs pulling him close.
“You like that Ter? When I fuck you hard and deep hm?”
Qin violently nodded his head without hesitation.
“Mmfgh—y-yes! Ah! right there”
“J-just like that mm”
Duang’s movement was torturous. It was quick, hard, but steady. The weight of every press of his hips forward sends Qin into a moaning mess.
“ffmghh-fuck, ah, ah ahg” Qin’s head was thrashing from side to side.
Qin could only take it. His body rocking with Duang’s motion, hands gripping tightly on both sides of the billiard table.
“You’re taking it so well, so good for me, Ter”
“You’re so beautiful, just for me right?”
Qin merely whined in response.
He could feel Duang’s lips on his temple planting a delicate kiss as if he’s not fucking him hard before pulling back and admiring deep into him.
Duang couldn’t help staring at Qin’s heavy-lidded eyes, how his now wet, red, and a bit swollen lips hang open each time his cock ram into him; the beautifully sculpted collarbones; the rosy buds against his fair chest to the slender taper of his waist; and the lush curve of his hips and how his smooth thighs now marked by his grip wrapped against his hips pulling Duang deeper each thrust.
Qin was glowing.
So is Duang.
His sharp narrow gaze burning into Qin’s as prickle of sweat highlighted his sharp features—the moles on his face serving as finishing touch. His perfectly pink lips half open each time he groans on Qin’s ear before burying his face on the crook of his neck biting and sucking on the skin. His broad chiselled shoulders flexed; and lastly his small waist and well defined hips.
The small sound of his necklace dangling every time he pounded deep inside Qin—their moans and the sloppy skin slapping—echoed around the room.
“Ter, you are driving me crazy mmgh”
“Ah—ahgf mhM D-duang”
His ability to form together a sentence has long since been taken away, and every press of Duang's cock into him has Qin letting out whines and incoherent pleas.
His back arching more as his own hips falter back to try and match the way Duang is rocking into him.
Qin could feel the familiar heat now pooling again in his stomach.
He’s close.
He was about to grab his own cock to catch his release but had both of his arms pinned instead.
“D-duang mph please l-let me cum” His voice now cracked.
“Yes Ter, but you are going to come for me untouched” Duang only flashed him a cunning smirk, his dimples now visible.
He adjusted himself and rammed deep and slow inside, each of his thrust now going straight to Qin’s prostate. Duang’s other hand pressed onto Qin’s stomach feeling the way his cock slipped in and out.
“Ah! HHha im close-“
Splattering on his stomach and chest, Qin came untouched. Duang finally let his hands go only for it to wrap on Duang’s neck and back for support. His pretty nails scratching and leaving marks on Duang's shoulders.
That did not stop Duang from moving.
“Just a bit more, let me fuck you more, Ter” Duang sounded desperate for release. His thrust growing frantic.
Qin’s consciousness is fading; the stimulation was too much. His hole uncontrollably throbbing around Duang’s cock.
Duang could only moan.
“Ahgh-Ter, I’m com—” Duang was about to pull his shaft out. Qin tightened his legs on Duang’s hips, locking him in.
“I-inside-mm, do it inside ah please”
Insane.
Duang, being the obedient dog that he is, couldn't do anything but to release his cum deep inside Qin.
The feeling of the warm sticky liquid filling him up to the brim made him come for the second time. His eyes rolled back and whole body quivering.
He felt Duang’s weight as he collapsed on top of him. Face buried on his neck, dick still inside him. Both of them panting to steady their breathing.
Qin finally loosened his thighs and let Duang slip out.
Both of them groaned from the separation.
“Are you alright, Ter? Duang finally managed to ask.
“I am more than fucking alright” Qin huffed in response.
Duang breathlessly laughed, before showering Qin’s face with kisses.
Oh in Duang's mind he already claimed this man. With no taking backs!