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The noise of the club is almost deafening, some modern rap beat filling Chan’s ears as he takes a drag of what’s probably his 10th cigarette of the night, alternating with sips of his Jack and Coke. He came in to let out his unrelenting frustrations, tired of being played once again by a stupid woman he unfortunately gave a chance to. The loud music, bitter drink, and smoky air were helping him relax as he sat back in a lounge on the edge of the dance floor.
Chan didn’t plan on meeting anyone this night; the last thing he needed was another woman pining after him and fucking with his head for weeks afterward. Still, his eyes scanned the room to people-watch, maintaining a scowl to avoid anyone approaching him. He gazed across the crowd of drunk people, dancing wildly and loving freely, inhibitions loose. Chan was content watching the mess unfold in front of him until someone caught his eye on the elevated dance platform.
On top of the platform was what Chan could only describe as the most beautiful man he’d ever lay eyes on. Gorgeous like a woman, but no, even more gorgeous than any woman he knew. The man looked a little taller than himself, with long black hair just touching his shoulders, wearing a tight black tank top and mesh long sleeves, a silver chain caressing his chest. He could tell that the man was slender, but his arms were graced with lean muscles slick with sweat from dancing.
He watched the man intensely now, sucked in by his confidence. He seemed so comfortable in his skin, eyes closed, moving so fluidly as if there was no one else in the room. Chan began to stir in his chair, taking more sips of his drink as his mouth grew increasingly dry. Just as he felt completely entranced by how the long-haired man melted his body into the music, the man smiled to himself, pushing his sweat-soaked hair back and hopping off the platform in one quick motion. As he made his way towards the bar, Chan found himself standing and moving in the same direction without even thinking.
The bartender approaches the beauty first, taking his order before moving down the bar.
“I’ll take whatever he’s having, and put his drink on my tab,” Chan shouted over the music.
The bartender sets a shot down in front of the man at the bar, says something quickly, causing the man to turn his head towards Chan. They lock eyes before the man lets out a sickeningly sweet giggle, throws back the shot, and finishes by darting his tongue out to lick at the corner of his mouth, making sure he didn’t miss a drop. Absolutely shameless, Chan thinks.
Chan, with his focus still on the man, grabs the shot that has been placed in front of him and takes it, not breaking eye contact. Vodka…not his choice, but he thinks about how it must taste similar to the lips in front of him, so he savors it all.
Suddenly, the bar siren leaves his place, making his way back to the dance floor, but not before turning his head and giving Chan a playful glance, beckoning him in his direction. Chan takes this as a cue to follow not far behind, the two pushing through the crowd back to the dance floor. The middle of the club felt completely different from where Chan had been all night. The beat was now vibrating in his bones as he looked at the man in front of him, feeling hazy from the drinks and the constant fog of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
As Chan falls further into his trance, the man turns around, satisfied with their spot on the floor, and begins dancing again, in the tantalizing way that captured Chan’s attention before. This time, as he dances, he frequently drags his eyes up and down Chan’s body, and Chan takes this as the green light to start moving closer. He begins matching the man’s rhythm until the two are dancing in sync. Then, the man places his hand on Chan’s chest, not to push him away, but to guide him, prompting Chan to place his hand on the man’s hip, checking his expression for approval. As the two kept dancing, their bodies moved closer and closer with every heavy bump of the song’s bass line.
At this point, Chan has both his hands on the man’s waist, head feeling light as the man laces his arms behind his head, making the space between them non-existent. Breaking their contact points, the taller man flips around, pushing his back flush with Chan’s chest. He begins to dance again, this time focusing much more on the movement of his own hips, pressing his ass against Chan as much as he can. It’s now that Chan realizes that his leather pants are far too tight, and even worse, realizes that the shorts he saw the man wearing were, in fact, a skirt.
Chan slides his hand agonizingly slow across the man’s waist, settling his hand to grip the opposite side and effectively holding the man by his stomach. He thinks with how trim and petite his sluttly little waist is that he could pick him up and take him home on the spot, but he continues to sway with him as his dick is being rubbed by a tight ass with a little bit of skirt in between.
The man continued to rut his hips back before turning his head slightly, bringing their faces dangerously close together. It only took a few seconds of both men obviously staring at each other's lips before Chan kissed him with no hesitation or grace, pressing their lips together, harsh and messy. The man immediately opened his mouth, allowing Chan to rush his tongue in, locking the two in a kiss filled with desperation, heat, and the taste of vodka and whiskey.
Suddenly, the man disconnected the kiss, just to roll his head back on Chan’s shoulder, giving him full access to exactly what he wanted at the moment. Chan immediately trails his nose down the side of the man's face, where he attaches his mouth to his neck, wet and sucking on the skin, allowing his teeth to graze the mark he was surely leaving. The man’s chest rose and fell heavily, rolling his eyes back, smiling wickedly with pleasure. At that moment, it felt like they owned the floor, and honestly, Chan secretly hoped that everyone was watching this. He hoped the man felt his heartbeat through his back as he licked his neck from base to jaw, feeling like he could devour him any second now.
He couldn’t do this anymore, at least not where they were standing. Chan pulls himself off the man’s neck, now red and slick with spit, and grabs his hand, leading him to the men's room. The bathroom itself is dim and dirty, the last place Chan would typically end up with someone, but the tightness in his pants had become too much to handle, so the dirty tiles and walls covered in Sharpie scribblings would have to do.
The moment the door closes, Chan pushes the man into the biggest stall, not bothering to lock the door behind them, as the shitty bathroom didn’t even have handles. He froze for a moment, worried he was pushing too much or being too aggressive, but was met with the lips of the man on his again, this time with a fistful of Chan’s hair in his hands. He pulled away, dragging the other man’s bottom lip between his teeth slowly until releasing it.
“Chan,” he breaths, offering his name to the unknown beauty pressed against the wall.
“Hyunjin,” the siren sings, giggling slightly at the interaction.
These were the only two words spoken before the two locked lips again, mashing them together in a mess of teeth, tongue, and spit. Chan had Hyunjin pressed deeply into the wall, dragging his hands along his body before resting them on his perky ass, moving underneath the skirt to now have a handful of skin-on-skin. Skin, meaning he was not wearing any underwear under his skirt. Slut. Chan let out a moan into Hyunjin’s mouth and dug his nails into the soft parts of his ass, prompting Hyunjin to expertly jump and wrap his legs around the muscular thighs in front of him.
This was all Chan needed to know that this was really happening. He was actually going to fuck this gorgeous man in a nasty public bathroom stall, to the muffled sound of the club as their soundtrack.
He pushed Hyunjin into the wall harder, hesitantly removing his hands supporting his ass to ensure Hyunjin would stay in the same position, defying gravity. Hyunjin grabbed the stall door for support, still holding himself up by Chan’s thighs. Chan used his newly freed hands to unbuckle his belt and pants, freeing his member as it bounced up against Hyunjin’s ass. They were both sweaty as hell, making the entire scene hotter than it needed to be. Chan grabbed Hyunjin’s ass again with his left hand only, bringing his right hand to the needy mouth in front of him. Hyunjin knowingly took this opportunity to lick all over Chan’s fingers, sucking on every digit and coating them in vodka-flavored saliva.
Chan took his wet fingers and brought them under the skirt to join his other hand, this one using the heel of his palm to spread the man’s cheek to expose his asshole to the open air, pulsing at the change in sensation. With his spit-soaked fingers, Chan pushed against the rim, surprising himself as his first two fingers slid right in. He looked up at Hyunjin just to see the man with his eyes rolled back, mouth open, looking downright insane. His dick throbbed at not only the sight, but the thought that Hyunjin was already this loose and ready for him. He did his best to be patient, moving his two fingers in and out as deeply as he could go, earning beautiful sounds from his filthy mouth. Hyunjin took one of the hands previously supporting himself to grab Chan by the back of the head, guiding their lips back together. Their tongues moved together smoothly, with Chan’s dipping in and out at the same pace as his fingers.
“Fuck,” he exhaled into Hyunjin’s mouth, “Are you ready, baby?”
“Please,” Hyunjin whined, licking at Chan’s lips.
Chan removed his fingers slowly, Hyunjin whimpering at the loss of contact, before using the same hand to pump his member and line up with the open, wet hole in front of him. It took only one swift thrust for Chan to almost bottom out, eliciting a moan from both men that was loud enough to be heard right beyond the bathroom door as the music hit a quieter verse.
Taking a step back, Chan moves Hyunjin off the wall to improve his range of motion. His buzz wearing off, he’s able to take more control, grabbing Hyunjin’s ass with both of his hands and bouncing the man repeatedly on his dick. At this point, Hyunjin’s mind is gone. The alcohol, smoke, and dick hitting his prostate have gone straight to his head, and he feels positively euphoric. He wraps his arms tightly around Chan to settle in for the ride of his life, the room filling with the sounds of their skin slapping, heavy breathing, and filthy moaning. Hyunjin had never been a quiet lover, and he was definitely not going to start trying while receiving the best dick of his life.
Chan dug his nails into the flesh of Hyunjin’s ass as his pace was starting to slow, indicating that it was becoming harder to hold the other man up, especially so close to cumming. Hyunjin feels the shift and bats at Chan’s shoulder with his hand, indicating that he wants to get down. Relieved, Chan stops with Hyunjin’s asshole flush with the base of his dick, mustering enough energy to pull the man off and set him down.
Hyunjin wastes no time, wetness still dripping out of him, dropping down to his knees. Chan felt bad for a moment, seeing such a beautiful being on the floor of this filthy bathroom, but he didn’t have long to worry as Hyunjin quickly wraps his mouth around his member, sucking hard on the head and holding the rest with his long fingers graced with chipped black nail polish. Chan is quickly seeing stars as Hyunjin works down his length, plush and swollen lips caressing his skin and driving him mad. He knows he’s extremely close, but he’s not done with this man yet.
Grabbing a fistful of long locks, Chan pulls him off his dick, Hyunjin whining the moment his mouth is empty, but standing obediently, lips glistening with saliva and precum. Chan releases the grip on his hair, opting to grab the hem of his skirt with one hand, pushing the two through the stall entry into the sinks. With both hands free, Chan uses one to hold Hyunjin’s waist, the other to push his head down towards the mirror, effectively bending the man over the sink. Hyunjin is practically panting with all-consuming lust.
“Please, please just fuck me again,” he whines, shimmying his ass backwards while taking hold of his own member, desperate to relieve the throbbing sensation.
Chan isn’t in the mood to tease, bathroom lights flickering and illuminating the face of the fucked-out man in front of him. His eyes scan him top to bottom - from the tight fistful of black hair in his hands still, along the curve of his impossibly small waist, down to the rounds of soft flesh, separated by a perfect pink hole, opening and clenching at the air. He wastes no more time, using his other hand to guide his dick back where it wants to be, and bottoms out with one forceful thrust. Through the following snaps of his hips, he grounded himself with nails dug into Hyunjin’s hips, throwing in a harsh slap on his ass, and pulling his head back by his hair like reins.
Hyunjin takes every inch of Chan, alternating between squeezing his eyes shut every sharp thrust he takes and stealing the occasional glance at himself in the mirror, tears and black eyeliner running down his face. He steadies himself with both hands on the mirror and finds it hard to keep his tongue in his mouth, smiling the widest he can as he feels more and more cock-drunk with every movement inside him.
It doesn’t take long before both men are moaning and grunting, louder and louder, just as in sync as they were on the dance floor. Knowing they were both going to cum soon, Chan reaches his hand under the two of them, grabbing the head of Hyunjin’s dick and letting him naturally fuck into his fist. It’s only a few seconds between one sharp thrust of Chan’s hips, spilling and emptying himself into the mess of a man below him, and Hyunjin cumming into Chan’s hand immediately after.
The two stilled for a moment, Chan’s dick twitching inside Hyunjin, savoring the sensation. He takes the opportunity to bring his hand back up from under them, holding it in front of Hyunjin, who doesn’t hesitate to kitten-lick every last drop from his fingers, forcing eye contact with a hooded gaze. Chan thinks he could literally go again just from watching the scene in front of him, when both men startle at the bathroom door flying open, slamming the wall behind it.
A man dressed in the club uniform takes one look at their very compromising position, Chan literally still inside him. “Aw fuck,” the employee curses, “You guys gotta fucking go.”
Face flushed bright red, Chan pulls his pants up, fumbling with his buckle while Hyunjin casually sits himself up, giggling while he chooses to wipe his smeared makeup, but ignoring the evidence of Chan dripping down his thighs.
The two pushed through the club, stumbling outside with a harsh push in the back from the bouncer. They end up in the adjacent alley, leaning against the wall, both still out of breath and laughing quite a bit now at the absurdity of it all.
Chan reaches into his pocket and places his last cigarette between his teeth, lighting it and taking one deep inhale before passing the cigarette to Hyunjin, holding it to his mouth as he takes a long drag.
They stare at each other for a moment, eyes and guts still full of fire.
“My place?”
“Sure, Chan.”