Oh but what if Steve realizes he’s bisexual right out of college, and he wants to explore his kinks and desires so he goes to an S&M club. Obviously Billy’s bartending and he’s so hot. Sinful in lacy black lingerie and they have such a pleasant, nice conversation. But when Steve orders his vodka cranberry, Billy’s like “sure thing, angel,” and casually spits in the drink before sliding it across the counter.
Billy is a dom, obviously. And Steve didn’t realize he was into spit and like? He’s so hard he might pass out. Billy didn’t spit into anyone else’s drink, though. So Steve’s sitting there all flushed and confused and billy leans forward. Picks up the glass and says, “drink it.” So soft and firm when he presses the rim to Steve’s lips and Steve does. Drinks all of it. Then billy gets him a water
Of course Steve has to leave. Right now. He drops a tip and runs home, dick so hard it could saw through a log and the second he gets a hand around himself, tucked in bed, he comes apart thinking of the little lacy bralette billy was wearing tonight. He feels so ashamed but he’ll be back. He knows he will
