"You'll like this place, man. I know you have a wide range of tastes and this joint caters to them all. Guys, girls, and anything in-between," Kirishima said to his friend, Shoto Todoroki. They were looking for a place to celebrate the end of their recent college exams and with connections like Kirishima's, it wasn't surprising that he already had a place in mind.
Looking at the entrance, Todoroki hadn't been that impressed. But he trusted his red-haired friend and followed him inside.
The lights were low, several dancers already into their routines on the stages set up around the expansive room. Kirishima was right, there were men as well as women gyrating and pulling off already tiny garments of clothing. The man on stage was a little too muscular and hairy for Todoroki's liking, so he turned his attention back to Kirishima.
"So is anyone else meeting us here? I thought we were celebrating as a group."
"Oh yeah, but they won't get here until later. For now it's just you, me, and whatever fine specimen catches your eye."
Todoroki rolled his eyes as they walked over to the bar. The two sat down, waiting for the bartender to make his way to their end.
A flash of green suddenly caught Todoroki's eye beside him. A petite young man leaned over the bar a little before settling on the stool to his left. Several hair clips tried to make the mess of green curls manageable, but didn't get very far in succeeding.
Todoroki caught the glimmer of his emerald eyes as he smiled, waving his hand to get the bartender's attention. His eyes traveled lower, the loose tank top showed off his slim but toned arms. His baby-smooth chest with only the slightest hint of muscle peeked out whenever the young man leaned over just a little too far. His cutoff jean shorts didn't leave much to the imagination, riding high on his hips and barely covering his plump little ass cheeks. Todoroki quickly averted his eyes when the man sat straight in his seat again and turned in his direction.
"Kacchan's always busy on Saturday nights. I think the guests come here for him just as much for the dancers!"
"Is that so?" Todoroki nodded as the spikey-haired blonde finally made his way to them.
"Yeah, but he makes the best cocktails, so he's worth the wait, aren't you Kacchan?"
Looking unamused, Kacchan replied, "You're late, Deku. You having the usual? And what'll it be for you, half n half?"
Todoroki stared at the bartender, Kacchan, surprised to have his appearance called out in such a way. Very few people brought attention to the crimson red hair on his left side, split perfectly down the middle with snow white hair occupying the other half. "Double bourbon. And whatever he's having," Todoroki answered, gesturing towards Deku. "So... Deku, was it? That's an interesting name for an interesting person."
Kacchan laughed now, "Oh boy, have fun, Deku." He turned toward the back of the bar to prepare their drinks as Todoroki looked to Deku with a questioning look. It wasn't until the light hit his face just right that Todoroki noticed the scars that descended from just above Deku's left eye and stopped at his jawline. Some smooth, others jagged, they were all thin and very obviously deliberate.
"I haven't seen you here before, this your first time?"
Still mesmerized by the faded injuries to Deku's face, Todoroki snapped out of his daze once he heard his voice. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. We're here to celebrate our-" He had turned to bring Kirishima into the conversation, but found the stool to his right empty.
"Your redheaded friend just stepped away. I've seen him here before, he'll be fine. So you were saying… Something about celebrating?"
"Oh yeah," Todoroki said as he turned his attention back to Deku. "We finished our exams, and Kirishima thought it would help everyone to relax by coming out and partying."
Deku nodded, "I see. Well then, I hope you enjoy your visit!" Kacchan dropped a couple of cocktail napkins down before placing their drinks on top of them. Lifting his glass, he gestured for Todoroki to do the same. "To new experiences!" Their glasses clinked together, and Deku directed the tiny straw toward him, pursing his lips together as he sipped his cocktail.
"To new experiences," Todoroki repeated as he sipped his bourbon, Deku holding his undivided attention now. At least until Kirishima came barreling back to the bar.
"Hey bro, sorry I disappeared for a bit," Kirishima said as he slapped Todoroki on the back and sat next to him again. "The guys called needing directions, so I had to step out to hear them clearly. Who were you talking to?"
"This is Deku," Todoroki said as he turned to his left to find the seat was now empty. "You must have scared him away, Kirishima."
"You said Deku? Oh man, don't worry, you'll be seeing him again really soon. So is that your type? The slim, sexy ones? I gotta say, I wouldn't get your hopes up too high with Deku."
Scowling at Kirishima now, Todoroki replied, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
The music died down, and the current dancers collected their earnings and clothes before clearing their stages.
"Hello and welcome to Ultra! Hope you're enjoying yourselves as the talented performers do whatever they can to bring a smile to your face and a rise in your pants. And speaking of rising pants, if you could direct your attention to the main runway, one of our most notorious dancers is ready to lose his for you. Please welcome to the stage, Deku!"
Todoroki's eyes widened as the man that he had just shared a drink with strutted out onto the stage. No longer wearing the skimpy shorts and tank top, now he was sporting a skin-tight black crop top that made sure to leave nothing to the imagination as it clung to his slightly muscular pectorals, nipples swollen and pressed against the shirt. His stomach exposed, a small jewel piercing on his navel reflected light as the smooth lines of his torso moved as he took over the stage.
Very much the opposite of his top, he wore the most comfortable looking pair of gray sweatpants that rode low on his hips, exposing the waistband of whatever underwear was hiding beneath them. Made of thin material, even loose, the bulging outline of what Deku had between his legs was blatantly on display. Disproportionate was the best way to describe what Todoroki was staring at. Deku may be small in stature and build, but that description didn't match his cock. And he wasn't even hard yet.
"Holy shit…"
"Yeah, bro, Deku's a legend here. Oh, about time you guys finally showed up!" Kirishima rose from his seat, patting their friends Kaminari and Iida roughly on their shoulders before ducking down to give Iida's girlfriend, Uraraka, a hug.
Todoroki didn't even notice their arrival, too deeply engrossed in watching Deku's body bend and flex around the stage and against the silver pole situated in the middle. Holding the pole with both hands while slotting his legs to either side, Deku pulled himself up, grinding his crotch against the metal rod in time with the bass of the rock song that was playing as he slid back to the floor. As the pace of the music increased, so did Deku's movements.
And just as the beat reached its climax and paused, Deku yanked the pants off, the side seams made up of snaps that came undone when he pulled them hard enough. He hoisted himself up the pole again, his arms now tucked between his legs and gripping the pole tight, Deku hung himself upside down with his legs splayed out above him. The glitter-adorned green thong dug into his hips as the front strained to keep the monster within it restrained. He slid down in short bursts until he flipped himself over, his thick-soled heels smacked against the stage with a loud crack that echoed through the room.
"I think Todoroki just fell in love!" joked Kaminari before being violently jabbed in the ribs by Iida's elbow. All Todoroki did was get up from the bar and make his way to the stage, entranced by Deku's erotic movements. He stood next to one of the chairs at the stage, watching as Deku slid across the wooden floor, rolling his hips as he rutted against the floor provocatively. Seeing Todoroki get closer to him, Deku stood up and strutted over to him. Todoroki kept his arms stiffly at his sides while Deku bent over and lightly draped his arms around his shoulders, fluffing up his hair a little.
"Why didn't you tell me you worked here?" Todoroki said in Deku's ear, trying to overcome the blaring music.
Swaying back and forth to the beat, Deku breathed lightly into Todoroki's ear, "Would it have made a difference if I had? Thanks for the drink, by the way." Deku pressed himself against Todoroki, so close he caught the honey lemon scent that lingered on his skin.
"Can I get you another one? I mean, like, coffee, or something. Something not here, is what I'm asking."
Deku eyed Todoroki, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, as well as the nervous innocence. He'd seen it before, fallen for it before. He knew better than to be taken in by it again. "As nice as that sounds, I'm going to have to turn you down. The fantasy Deku is far better than the reality you think you may want."
"Then let me have the fantasy. Please." Todoroki dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out a wad of bills when he brought it back out. Watching Deku's eyes for any sign of his walls breaking, Todoroki slipped several twenty dollar bills into the slim band of his thong without breaking eye contact.
Kissing his cheek, Deku smoothed his fingers down Todoroki's jawline before straightening up. Turning around, he bent over and gripped his ankles, that firm and lightly freckled ass directly in Todoroki's face. With several quick motions, his ass cheeks fluttered, almost clapping as he slowly rose back up, his hands caressing his inner thighs.
"Thanks, sweetie," Deku said as he blew Todoroki a kiss and started walking to the next person that claimed a spot next to the stage. Overwhelmed, Todoroki left the stage and went to the table that Kirishima and his college friends had claimed.
"Everything okay there, buddy?" Kirishima asked with concern in his voice.
Straightening up his suit jacket and his hair, Todoroki shook his head, "I'm fine. Just got a little ahead of myself, that's all." He excused himself to the restroom to cool off, splash some water on his face, anything to calm the desire to just take Deku right where he was. Rejection wasn't something he was familiar with, and somehow, Deku turning him down did nothing to stop his desire for the man.
He took some deep, cleansing breaths, calmed his mind and had almost made it back to their table when a hand caught his and jerked him back. Deku looked at him, holding his hand more comfortably now. "Where do you think you're going? Your very generous friends over there are giving you the opportunity to spend more time with me, in private. Let's go!"