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Four days had passed since Dean started messaging Moth but hadn't received any response. The boy had said he was having a tough week at university and needed to focus on some projects. Dean understood, but the feeling of being "ignored" was still consuming him. So he decided to vent his frustration in his usual way: he took a shower, put on cologne, styled his hair, and wore a white tank top with a leather jacket over it, low-waisted black pants with a silver chain hanging from the side, and added a few more accessories. Anyone who saw him could describe him as sin incarnate.
He decided to go to the 'Midnight Club', his favorite bar, perhaps because it was there that he met Moth. He arrived around 10 pm, the bar was packed, after all it was a Friday night. He went in and headed straight to the bar, feeling the gaze of several people on him, and couldn't help but smile. He ordered a drink, sat down, and began to sip while looking around, seeing if he could spot anyone interesting.
He looked at a few people, but no one interested him enough, until his eyes landed on a gray-haired boy wearing a very revealing cropped top and shorts that showed off quite a bit of the boy's pale thighs. The look was returned, and Dean wasted no time, going straight to the boy who didn't back away, only watching him approach with a smile on his face.
"Would you like a dance?" Dean said bluntly, he hated small talk, which earned a slight expression of surprise from the other.
"Wow, you're so direct... but yes, I accept," he replied without much hesitation. "By the way, my name is Night."
"Dean," he responded, extending his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. His hand went straight to the other's slender waist, while Night rested his arms around his neck. They began to dance to the rhythm of the music, softer and slower, just looking at each other with an intense and challenging gaze, trying to make the other give in first.
They danced to another song in that unbearable tension until Dean spotted a familiar face in the crowd, and before he could even think straight, those familiar eyes met his. Moth.
Moth, who should have been busy finishing some college work, was there, dancing close to another man, a tall boy with brown hair, wearing a tank top that showed off his muscles, his hand on Moth's slender waist—that waist he loved so much and marked for days with such force that he held onto it while fucking Moth in every possible position.
Moth simply gave his usual provocative smile and refocused on the man in front of him. Dean, obviously, wasn't going to let this go unpunished. He turned his attention back to Night, who was in front of him, and ended the game. He gripped Night's waist more firmly with one hand, while the other held onto Night's hair, causing Night to let out a small moan at the sudden action. He tried not to look away, but with his peripheral vision, he kept glancing at Moth, checking if he was watching them. To his delight, he saw the quick glances Moth was giving him.
The music changed and "Swim" by Chase Atlantic started playing. The brown-haired man who was with Moth turned him around, resting his chest against his back and pressing their hips together. Moth's head fell back onto his shoulder, savoring the moment, but not failing to watch Dean's reaction.
Dean had never felt so angry in his life. Seeing Moth with that guy was making him feel things he didn't know were possible. He wanted to pull Moth away and kiss him forcefully in front of that guy, showing that he was the only one who knew how to make Moth moan uncontrollably. But he obviously wasn't going to let Moth win. He pulled Nigh closer, and the hand that was in his hair slowly and sensually slid down until it reached Nigh's buttocks. He began to squeeze them while looking at Moth. At that moment, they were already making blatant eye contact, provoking each other without hiding it.
But everything had a limit. The man who was with Moth whispered something in his ear, which made the other man give that same smile he had when Dean spoke the most obscene things to him. And to top it off, Moth turned to the guy who put his thumb to his mouth in a heart shape, tracing his lip until the other man started sucking on it. Dean's mind went blank. He just let go of Night, murmured a quick apology, crossed the distance between him and Moth in three steps, and pushed the man who was with him, who was paralyzed for a few seconds. And before anything else, he said
"I'm sorry, man, but he's not available tonight... or any nights in the future." He didn't even wait for a response and pulled Moth out of there, and as they reached the exit, he ripped Dean's wrist from his hand.
"What the hell is this? What's your problem?" he said with an expression of anger and indignation, but inside he felt satisfied. He could hardly wait for Dean to lose control and pull him out of there.
"What's my problem? What the hell is your problem, Moth? You disappear for almost a week saying you're busy and then show up at some random bar rubbing up against anyone?" he said, taking out his frustration from days on the other.
"What's wrong? I don't owe you any explanation, did you forget that we don't have any exclusivity agreement? I just haven't been in the mood for you these past few days," Moth replied, feigning irritation but with a hint of malice behind his voice. Dean remained silent for a few seconds; after all, Moth was right, they only met when they both felt like it. But it didn't last long. He pushed the other against the outside wall, put his arms around his head, and with an ironic smile began to approach. But when they could feel each other's breath mingling, Dean moved his mouth to the side until it was less than 5 centimeters from Moth's ear.
"Then go back there and ask him to fuck you, but when he doesn't hit the right spots on your body that make you moan nonstop and cry with desire, don't come back to me like a repentant dog," he said in a low, sensual voice, and slowly walked away with an ironic smile. Moth felt all his blood rush to his lower body as he listened to the other's words. He really tried to hold back for about two seconds before saying "fuck it" and pulling Dean into a fierce kiss, which was quickly reciprocated. He hated feeling that smug smile on the other's face, so he ran his tongue over the other's mouth, begging to enter, intensifying the kiss more and more.
Dean was the one who broke the contact. "You know, I like the idea of fucking you here so everyone in this damn club knows who you belong to, but I really don't want to share the sight of you being destroyed by my cock with anyone else." The response was just a moan and a body arching towards him, seeking contact. They didn't pay much attention to what they were doing, just heading towards Dean's motorcycle parked nearby. The path was a blur for both of them, both only thinking about getting to the apartment as quickly as possible.
When they arrived, the door hadn't even closed properly before they were already kissing fiercely, releasing all their anger and frustration in that kiss. They didn't talk, they just walked towards the sofa, with Dean on top while they stopped kissing only to take off their jackets and shirts. They exchanged kisses on the mouth and neck for some time, which could have been from 10 minutes to an hour, neither of them could say for sure.
"Suck me, I want to see you suck my dick like you were sucking that son of a bitch's finger," Dean said bluntly, getting off Moth and sitting on the sofa with his legs already spread. Moth was so excited that he didn't even try to respond; he bent down and began to unbutton his pants and unzip the other's, exposing the red underwear Dean was wearing, which already had a wet stain where the head of his penis was. Moth felt his mouth water just looking at it.
He began to distribute kisses and bites along the other's thigh, teasing him until the other couldn't take it anymore, yelling, "Damn it, Moth, just suck it already!" while grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to his penis. Moth pulled down his underwear, revealing his large, red cock. He began with some gentle licks and, after what seemed like an eternity, finally took the other's member into his mouth, sucking it completely while maintaining eye contact with the man above. After a few minutes, Dean's hips began to move, and the grip on Moth's hair intensified.
"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth, just pinch me if you need anything, okay?" He waited for a nod before starting to move his hips harder, mercilessly sucking on Moth's mouth. The sensation of his throat against his sensitive penis was incredibly good. In a few minutes, he came in the other's throat, who swallowed everything without protest. He withdrew his still-hard member, even after ejaculating, from Moth's mouth and pulled him into a kiss. He loved the taste of him in his mouth.
"Fuck me," Moth said in a hoarse, desperate voice.
"Your wish is my command, princess," Dean replied as he picked the other up and carried him towards the bedroom. He placed Moth on the bed and went to get the essentials from the drawer beside him. He began by placing kisses and light bites along Moth's neck, until he reached his nipples, already erect with excitement. He spent a good amount of time playing with both, sucking, licking, and nibbling until Moth's words were reduced to moans.
"Oh fuck, Dean, I swear...oh fuck, if you don't fuck me right now I'll kill you," the threat was uttered between moans and sighs. Dean understood the message, grabbed the inside of Moth's thighs and bent them over until the other's hole was exposed. He went straight to the point and began kissing and licking the hole as if he were starving and his ass was the only meal he'd seen in months.
After calming the area, he began to insert his tongue, penetrating and then licking around it again. At that moment, the only thing Moth could do was moan, his eyes were closed and his hands gripped the sheets as if they were his lifeline.
Dean grabbed the lubricant that was lying nearby, spread some on his fingers, and began to insert one finger inside the other. When Moth seemed more relaxed, he inserted another finger and began making scissor-like movements to open the other more easily. Soon he added yet another finger, deliberately rubbing Moth's prostate.
"I doubt he could find your prostate and reduce you to nothing but desperate moans," Dean said with pride in his voice. He knew he was the only one capable of making Moth feel this way.
"Dean, please... fuck me now, please, I need your cock," the other begged between sobs. Dean removed his fingers, causing the other to let out a frustrated groan at the loss. He began to put his condom on his member and smeared it with lubricant. He teased the other's entrance a little, but soon thrust his entire penis in at once, which elicited a loud, almost screamed groan from the other. By this point, all the neighbors must have known what was happening in that apartment.
He didn't give Moth much time to adjust; he began to thrust rapidly, making the obscene sound of skin against skin grow louder and louder. He began to hold back Moth's tears, which fell incessantly due to the intensity of the moment. He changed the angle slightly to finally reach the point that made the other release the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. When he felt Moth's hole contract around his cock, he began to go faster and harder, wrapping his hand around the other's penis and masturbating him in rhythm with the thrusts.
It didn't take long for Moth to climax with a yell as his semen spread across his abdomen and the other's hand. Even though Moth had already ejaculated, Dean didn't stop; he continued to penetrate the other at the same pace.
"Dean... I can't, please," Moth could barely form the sentence, now only tears fell freely due to overstimulation.
"Just one more, my love, you can do it, can't you? My good boy, just one more, okay?" Dean said, kissing the other's forehead with the gentleness he only used with Moth. He was already close, but he wanted to make Moth come once more, so he started stimulating his penis again. It wasn't long before he came again, and with that, Dean also came, releasing his sperm inside the condom. He lay on top of Moth, still inside him, and they stayed like that for a while until they calmed down.
"Get off, you're heavy," Moth tried to say in an irritated tone, but he looked like an angry kitten, which earned a chuckle from Dean, who quickly withdrew, took off the condom, tied it, and threw it on the floor without caring. He lay down next to Moth, resting his head on his chest.
"You were very good to me, now rest a little because we're not finished yet, I'm still going to fuck you on every surface of this house." Even saying obscenities like that, he kept his voice soft, caressing Moth's hair, who only nodded in agreement.
They rested a little, but the promise Dean made was fulfilled; he fucked Moth on every possible surface of the apartment.