“Thank you~” is all he says to the compliment, his eyes bright as he gives the other man more or less free reign, ridding himself of the t-shirt completely, tossing it onto the chair next to them. Minsung exhales a soft puff of air as he feels the soft, almost ticklish sensation of Siwan’s thumbs teasing the skin just above his waistband. He can’t help the smile the spreads across his face as the expression on Siwan’s as he’s tugged closer and his fly is tentatively undone.
Amused by the boldness, the stripper acquiesces and gives his jeans the same treatment as his shirt, dragging them down ever so slowly before straightening up and skillfully stepping out of them. Left now only in his black boxer briefs, Minsung takes a step back, picking up his jeans and placing them on the same chair as his shirt. His eyes are firmly on Siwan’s now as he pushes the other man’s knees gently back together before straddling them and moving forward until his calves are on either side of the bartender’s thighs, his knees on either side of his hips.
Settling comfortably, he raises himself up on his knees before swooping down low, so his face is level with Siwan’s crotch and his ass is in the air. His favorite move to perform on the amazing chairs that reclined just enough to make it possible. He makes sure to shake his rear to the beat, quite proud of it. Slowly making his way up, he keeps his face close to Siwan’s body, his lips and chin almost grazing the fabric of his nice dress shirt until they are face to face, noses almost touching. The proximity is intoxicating, usually because Minsung pulls away after half a second, giving his client a brief taste of what they can never have. His hands slide up Siwan’s thighs, stopping just short of anything fun, the front of his body just barely pressed against the front of the other man’s, those pretty muscles holding him in place, ready to pull him back at any second.
Against his better judgment, his eyelids flutter shut for a moment and he simply enjoys Siwan. The tight muscles under his hands, the heat radiating off of him, the sound of his breathing. With his usual customers, while he enjoys it, Minsung never lets himself indulge. For them, it’s all about creating the fantasy; putting a dream in their head and then snatching it away, time and time again. The point is to liberate, but also to frustrate. Give them a little, and leave them wanting more. But Siwan isn’t a usual customer and Minsung honestly doesn’t want to snatch the dream away just yet.
He watches Minsung with attention and his eyes follow the other like a hawk, taking in his every move with delight because that is one hell of a show he’s getting. And some would have inquired why the fascination when Siwan has seen Minsung take his clothes off countless times before at the shows; he has watched him work around the pole and the chair he sometimes uses as a prop during rehearsals. Yet, he supposes the feeling is different when he’s getting a private show and when Minsung’s attention is solely on him.
Siwan likes Minsung’s boldness and the fact that he is serious about his small show. It’s all about being seductive and tempting, which Minsung can be without having to work too hard, but Siwan is pleased by how serious he is taking his job at the moment. It bodes trouble, hopefully for the both of them, and Siwan can only follow the stripper’s movements with a small smile on his lips. He is sultry and beautiful; a true sight to behold.
Siwan takes in the sight that Minsung offers him which is probably not short from heavenly and he has to refrain from touching him when he sits down on his lap. He slides deliciously over and like that of a snakes’, his body bends comfortably and sensually against his own. Siwan has to bite his lip as he swoops down and if he was in a position that allowed him to, he would have smacked the stripper’s ass as it perks up. Siwan looks down, meeting Minsung’s eyes as he makes his way up, he feels the pressure of the man’s hands on his thighs and breathes against his lips as they are face to face. It’s easy to feel Minsung’s scent like this and it’s different from the days where he performs; the cologne less prominent, just the scent of his skin, natural and just as enticing.
He hasn’t been given permission to touch, but Minsung has been permissive all night and Siwan’s head is too dizzy to think about following rules. They are close, but he wants them closer somehow and his hands slide slowly up the man’s half exposed thighs, massaging them gently before continuing to their ass, squeezing it firmly and resting his hands there. He waits for Minsung to lead him because he is the one in control, as it should be, but he can’t help but smile cheekily when they are so close and Siwan makes sure that the tip of his nose touches Minsung’s; that his forehead rests against his as well and that he is taking in everything he can, channeling every sensation that threatens to send his body into overdrive.
