Med student Michael Robinavitch who meets an older man at the bar, someone who he now knows fits into the category silver fox.
He needs his "final night of freedom" before starting his internship, and a fuck with a beautiful man seems like just the thing.
"Yeah? Think you can make it worth it?" the stranger says in a condescending tone. "I've been having sex since before you were born, what makes you think you can match the level of people with my experience?"
He stutters out some reply about how he too has had loads of sex!
The doubtful and unimpressed look he's met with makes his desperate words more and more whiny.
"Well, you'll never know unless you try!" ends up being his winning argument.
Michael gives his best puppy eyes (easy being him), and buys the man another drink as a courting gift.
The drink gets gulped down quickly, and he stares at Michael with intense and considering eyes.
The younger swallows hard, trying not to cry from desperation as the judge decides his fate.
"Please?" he adds tentatively, a last resort.
A sigh, a nod, and Michael's face is lighting up, an adorable grin growing.
He's very confident in his ability to perform, despite him having had loads of sex being a lie.
That's the stupidest thing Michael Robinavitch has ever thought.
His face is scrunched up in horrible concentration- it turns into a defeated sob when he sees his lover reach for a pack of cigarettes, completely unbothered by the man currently buried deep inside him.
The older man mutters something and pats Michael on the shoulder.
"Told you that you wouldn't make it." he grumbles before taking a drag and blowing the smoke in Michael's face. "Just get yourself off and be done with it."
His face snaps up, staring at the other with horrified eyes.
"No- what?" he gasps, suddenly not as close anymore. "No, I'm here for both of us, I can-"
He's cut off before he can finish his pleading.
"See, I was under that impression as well." the older man growls. "But here you are cumming after five seconds, without even asking might I add, which is very rude."
Michael stares wide-eyed with his jaw hanging open. The man beneath him just continues smoking, eventually tilting his head to prompt an answer.
"Then... then show me how to do it right." he replies lowly.
Another drag, another exhale making Michael grimace from the disgusting smoke. A smirk, one that melts the younger's brain.
"You're gonna listen?" he asks gruffly, huffing when Michael nods. "Alright then."
Instructions flow quickly. Michael does his best to listen and winces every time a correcting slap lands on his thigh.
Eventually he is right back to where he was before, whining at how close to the edge he is. Only this time the man beneath him is grunting in his own pleasure, clearly pleased if the way he is petting Michael's hair is any sign.
"Fuck, sir-" Michael gasps. "Wanna cum, can I, please?"
The older man hums in consideration.
"Fine, but you're not stopping until I'm done."
Reasonable, right? At least Michael's fuzzy brain thinks so, and at the go-ahead he stutteres to a stop, filling the tight hole around him with cum.
He rambles out a mix of thank you's and the other's name, doing his best to keep up the movement of his hips.
The pleasure morphs into something bordering on painful, and he writhes as he continues fucking.
"Just like that, yeah baby!" the other groans, back arching at a particularly deep thrust.
The only thing Michael's brain can process is the order to keep going, and so he doed. His lover steadily pumps his own cock, and soon he clenches around Michael as he comes, the pressure forcing a second, painful, orgasm out of the younger.
Michael is still out of it by the time they've quickly wiped down, having only enough brain power to take a few sips of water.
He falls asleep still in that comfortable headspace and a hand scratching his back softly.