Leather jacket with cigarette in hand.
The sun had long disappeared behind the horizon, the birds long flocked to their nests.
Leather jacket and cigarette in between strong fingers, smoke creating a misty haze around the blonde shaggy haired man.He sauntered into the bar, ordered his usual straight whiskey no ice whilst smirking at the by behind the bar, he pursed his plump lips.
“You’re far too pretty to be working here sweetheart”.
The boy behind the bar just stared, his brown, slightly curled locks glistening with a heavenly glow on top of his beautifully structured face, he cocked an eyebrow and said with a bored, monotone voice.
“Im far too pretty to be working anywhere, bitch” Slightly turned on by the sudden confidence in the angel like boy, he decided to further the conversation, to see how far he could unravel the boy and dance between the sheets.
“Baby please you should be working on me” This had the bar boy smirking, “name?”
“Lee Taemin, pleasurer of men, women and all the genders” He answered with a hand through his scruffy hair, a low grumbled moan. With a last drag of his menthol cigarette, “Pretty boys’ name is?”
“Choi Minho, prettiest boy at this bar”
It must have been the stuffy atmosphere or the blinding haze of stale drugs wafting in the air, but Minho could feel it with this one. To say the least he was interested in a mistake, in particular this mistake.
“What time you get off twink?” Taemins’ lips curled as he drained the last of his bitter alcohol. Minho cocked eyebrow and head tilted in an almost innocent fashion, “About an hour after riding your dick” he smirked looking Taemin up and down, lustful gaze complete with a dazzling smile.
Licking his lips Taemin chuckled, gently pulling Minho closer by his collar he whispered in his ear, so delicatly “ Baby you won’t last an hour with me” with direct eye contact and an almost affectionate peck on the lips, Minho guided Taemin to the back room.