Warning: Bad erotic lap dance and smut

II. Unexpected

Well today is probably better than yesterday. Bloody better than yesterday, to be correct. The weather was just so damn hot that I found myself thanking every force in the universe when I felt the cold breeze hit my skin as soon as I exited the building. I honestly thought I was going to die of heat stroke.

I adjusted my guitar case on the back as I started walking down the street. The band practice ended early, so I still had time left before dinner and I wasn't hungry yet. Usually we're done by dinnertime and I find myself too hungry to walk back to my apartment so I settle myself with either dining in restaurants or having take-out. It doesn't even help if that damn frog Francis was working near the cafe I usually ate.

Sighing to myself and breathing the fresh cold air, I tried to relax myself from all the negative thoughts. I seriously felt like an old man, ranting about everything in my current situation. The sky was at least cloudy, and it reminded me of home where it's always like this weather. I walked through the sidewalk, evading some blokes that were rude and stupid enough to not watch where they were going. Some even had the bloody nerve to insult me that I had to glare at them and just walked past before I could do anything I would regret.

I turned at the corners and continued to stride through blocks leading towards my apartment. If I could make it at sun down, then it would be the first time in two weeks that I did. The group was always uptight in the next shows, I am as well, but I still found that our five-hour practice was still a bit too much.

And that brings me to ponder on my life right now. My name is Arthur Kirkland; a blonde with green eyes. I know my eyebrows are too prominently thick even when I pluck them; but I've learned to ignore it completely. I'm a twenty-five year old chemistry major who's working part time as a teacher in college but right now, I'm focusing on another profession which is far from the job that my college course offers. I've hinted about it a while ago; I'm in a band. It's a rock band to be exact. My band mates were my class mates and friends in college, the only ones I hang out whenever I felt like playing. I like drinking at pubs; my favourite liquor is rum, and I'm not a virgin. I have three other siblings whose features are very different from mine that makes me think I'm adopted; well at least I was a blonde like my lovely mum. I dislike being with them, except with Mummy. My brothers are red-head and ginger jerks and wankers. Mummy is a lot nicer. Pity that she's gone now though, I don't really want to think about it anymore. And my family is actually a very fortunate one, judging by how the colleges my brothers and I went to are quite expensive; well a part of it was the scholarship but still. I love reading books, and I sometimes write and compose poems and stories.

That's all I could think of. Wait, I forgot to add I have an American cousin that lives in the same city. He's also a bloody wanker and an idiot.

I continued walking; now passing a building near the building of my apartment. The French restaurant that an annoying French (wanking) friend of mine works in was there. I grimaced and pinched the bridge of my nose at that thought. I seriously don't want to think about him or anything that happened the night before. I swore I could kill someone right now because of him and Alfred. Well it was partially my fault, but it's not fair still. I was drunk and I could have agreed to anything back then.

And I did agree to anything last night.

Bloody hell.

I was still muttering under my breath and adjusting the damn case behind my back when I saw a familiar corner store. My eyes went a small fraction wider as I realized it was the book store I was inwardly waiting to open. A smile replaced my lips as I strode faster towards it and opened the door. I counted about four to five people were inside and I saw the old bloke who ran the place talking to another customer. I tore my gaze away from him and looked around. This is so fucking nice.

Carefully walking so I won't hit anyone with my guitar case, I looked at the books and was very pleased to see some titles. I just loved books ever since I was just a wee little child. They were all so fascinating and I always found myself asking Mummy to buy me new ones whenever I saw a good book. It was in first year high school where she let me buy them on my own with my allowance; I was very thankful for that. I usually buy the hard-bounded ones. They last longer and I don't have to worry about them being ripped up by some fucked-up reason.

I continued scanning the titles, all the while getting some of the books and reading their summaries in the back. I've mentally made a list of the ones I planned to buy. I promise if I could just buy all of the books that I wanted right now, I would need another shelf.

The store really was better than before, not just by the books but also the new look. It had a magical feel to it, and I liked it a lot. But what caught my attention the most was the middle table where the newly arrived books were placed. And there, placed on a rack was a large and thick maroon book with its title etched in gold on the textured surface of the cover. I picked it up immediately, reading the words "The Complete Volumes of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes" over and over again in inner joy. I could help but smile and look in awe when I saw the sides of the pages were also in gold, and the pages had an old vintage feel on it and it couldn't get any better. I will definitely buy this bitch.

I placed it back down and moved on to explore the new shelves and sections of the store. I found some reference books about chemistry and other factual books that could be useful for me. I took note of that as well then proceeded to go to another part of the place that I haven't seen before. Their comic section before wasn't really big as it is right now. It covered about three wall shelves and four small ones standing in the middle of the floor. I've seen some of the comics in other places but there was a new kind displayed in the large middle shelf.

There was another bloke in front of the shelf, reading a book from it. I walked closer to get a clearer look on them. It was like a pocket book, but it a comic with another art style. Tilting my head up to read what books these are, I raised an eyebrow. Manga? I believe I've heard of it before, but I'm not sure where.

I suddenly felt like I was being observed. Of course I should be used to it; I've had some female fans and students who fancy me, some whose liking went extreme that it resulted to stalking. I inwardly shuddered at the thought and dismissed it. Anyway, it wasn't normal to feel like this in a book store. It was... I don't know.

Trying to keep to myself, not really entertaining anyone, I scanned the titles of the books. Some of them were interesting since they were in English, but others were in some other language that I don't even have any kind idea what it actually tried to say. But needless to say while I was doing it, I still felt being watched.

Inwardly sighing, I slowly moved my eyes to look at the bloke beside me that was probably the most obvious suspect. Yet instead of trying to get the person to go away or something, I found myself somewhat entranced when I saw the man. First of all, he definitely looked like he wasn't from here. His pale complexion was like mine, but in a different way. It was creamy white, and looked soft. His hair was neatly cut in slashed bowl-like shape and he was smaller than me. And his eyes, last but not the least, were soft and deep. He looked so nice that my heart almost skipped a beat when our eyes met.

But when it did happen, he immediately snapped his head back to looking at the shelf, with a hint of pink on his cheeks. I had struggled not to grin when I found it cute. The man was very adorable, and not to mention good-looking as well. But it wasn't like I just fell for him. I was just admiring him. Maybe he fancies me instead?

I shook the thought away with a small dry smirk. Going back to looking at the books, I found one title very endearing and the art seemed to be very nice to look at. The cover page was also simple, only showing one character on a white background. I stepped towards to reach it, successfully getting the book when I heard some clumsy stomping on the carpeted floor.

I automatically turned around with my eyebrow quirked up in question at the same man. Again he was blushing, looking uncomfortably on the book he was holding. I took a look at him for a few more seconds before I decided I was staring for too long. Still adorable though. I went back to my book and scanned the pages. The art is actually good, I mused, even if half of my brain was pretty much on him. Opting to act more normal I started reading pages and tried to figure out the plot of the story.

I could still somehow feel the presence of the man more than before when he suddenly was standing right beside me. Well he was very silent and light for me not to notice that he moved. My head was still bent down from reading the book as I turned to look at him discretely. He was more relaxed, his eyes just steadily scanning the books but I knew something was off with him. Again, shaking the thought away, I convinced myself I don't even know the bloke.

The silent atmosphere was broken in a rather irritating manner when my phone suddenly rang. I fished it out of my pocket and I turned and walked away from the man after I realized who in the bloody oblivion was calling me. I don't think he'd find it pleasant to hear some cussing in a book store.

I pressed the answer button and placed the contraption by my ear, "Alfred."

"Heya Artie! I'm reminding you of what you gotta do tomorrow, dude. Be there at around seven pm alright?"

"No."

"But Artieeee."

I massaged my temple, trying to keep calm while the git whined in high pitch, "I said no."

"You're just goi-,"

"Again, no."

"But-,"

"No."

"But Arthuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur! It's just a simple lap-,"

"Bloody hell Alfred, I told you I won't be doing your damn bet!" I gritted my teeth before I could spout out any more lines in a loud tone. I swore my voice probably echoed in the place. I immediately ended the call, hardly believing Alfred could say anything that could make my mood better.

Trudging to the front door, I grimaced at almost everything I saw. The git took it very seriously, really! I was so goddamn drunk last night that I agreed to receive a lap dance from some gay puppy that works in Yao's club if we lost.

Good blimey, I'm never drinking with them ever again.

I walked out of the premises and went back to the journey of returning to my apartment. It was a quick ten minutes from the bookstore, and I was very thankful for that. I now lost the patience of having a nice long walk home ever since Alfred called. I have an evening class tomorrow and the final exams for the semester are coming soon already. It's already bad enough that I haven't made the test for the students yet and I don't like getting my pay check late, I don't have to slack off my class just so I would get a private bloody performance from someone I don't know.

Or maybe from someone I do know. That's worse.

I hope it's not Antonio's little Italian bitch.

Oh bloody hell please if I did do it, please not him.

I fished a set of keys from my pocket as I opened the door of my apartment building. The land lady here, who is my aunt, is very nice; she's just like Mummy, taking care of me and making sure I was okay. Even when I was dead drunk she'd make sure I was alright in the morning. She's very supportive and hospitable. Not to mention she's also very pretty like Mummy, but she's a lot younger and her eyes are blue. If you placed the two of them together they'd look exactly like sisters but only that she's my father's sister-in-law. And she has a twelve year old son who is completely different from her. Peter is loud and annoying, I swear I don't even know how I survived the few years I've lived here with him messing around.

The lights were still on and the brat ran out as soon as I clicked the door shut.

"Hey look the stupid idiot is home early!" Peter laughed manically and started pointing at me in his blue jumpers and hat.

I grunted in response and decided to ignore him. I didn't need to get all worked up with a bad mood because of a loud, persistent little git.

"Oh, the stupid idiot's angry or something?" he taunted again, "Aww, did you get busted or something? Well too bad for you. Mummy made cookies and you're not getting any." Well isn't my luck running good today? He started walking after me with a mischievous look on his face and I bet that if he had some kind of plan in making me fall into a prank, he's going to fail.

"Don't you have some homework to do?" I snapped, holding the sling of my guitar case. Damn, if it weren't for self-control I'd swung the damn instrument and hit him in the face.

I was about to climb up the stairs when another voice called out from down the hallway, "Peter stop bothering Arthur, will you? Or else you won't be getting dessert."

Peter pouted as we turned around and looked at the land lady who was wearing blue dress and an apron, "Fine."

"Good evening Auntie Elizabeth," I greeted with a small wave without changing my annoyed expression.

She raised her eyebrow as Peter ran to her, "Looks like you had a very bad day; did something happen with the practice? You're early."

"Just tired and all, and our drummer had to go early because he needed to meet someone." I shrugged.

"Well we're having dinner; do you want to eat with us?"

Shaking my head and choosing to spend the night in quiet solitude, I started climbing up again, "No thank you, I'll just prepare my own food."

"Okay then, an early good night to you then, Arthur. And don't drink when you haven't eaten anything, alright?"

I didn't respond and went on my way to my apartment. Once I was in, I dropped on the couch, exhaling in relief. My feet started to realize it was getting tired from walking and started to ache so I took them off and laid down on the couch. A yawn escaped from my lips as I stretched and made myself comfortable; it's been a while since I've slept on my sofa, it couldn't hurt to fall asleep on it again.

My stomach seemed to respond with a small tremble but I ignored it; my eyes were already tired and I just wanted to have a small nap. To make it short my day was bloody annoying and exhausting and all I wanted was to sleep it off. I closed my eyes and inhaled one last time and tried to fall asleep.

And the sound of guitars stopped me from doing so.

"Bloody fucking hell." I growled, opening one eye as I glared at my pants and took out the goddamn phone.

I didn't bother to read who it was; my irritation level was rising really fast.

"What?" I automatically hissed. Right now I didn't care who it was; if it was my boss, I could explain it later, if it was my friend or some other gits, they could stay in hell.

"You, like, sound like someone broke into your apartment and stole your tea and sold it to the gangs."

Growling again, I pinched my temple, "Look, Wong, I don't have any bloody time for talking to you."

"So, like, you have time for tomorrow?"

Not again. "I am not fucking going tomorrow okay?! That's final." With that, I ended the call and dropped the phone beside me and covered my face with my arm.

Another call came up.

I answered and hissed again, "Look I am not going to do it!"

"Mon che, I'm really happy to say I have communication with your dear older brothers! They are very amusing to talk to."

Not the frog. Oh not him. My eyes widened a fraction; he was going to blackmail me? Really? I grumbled and cursed under my breath as I processed what he said. Francis is a close friend of my older brothers, and I did not expect him to use that to his advantage.

"Remember your apron video?"

Oh holy motherfucking shit. "Fuck you." I narrowed my eyes.

"I have it in my flash drive; I can send it anytime, Arthur."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh yes I would."

I sat up, bending my knees up so I could rest my arms on them, "...fine. I'll go to the stupid hell lap dance; you delete that file and forget everything about it."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Very good then! Wear your best attire! And I'll be placing some things you might like in the ro-,"

I ended the call again and turned the damn thing off. I just wanted to sleep right now.

...

"Your room is like, the club's most VIP room." Wong was in his waiter outfit already, with the small black bow under his neck while I was wearing a long-sleeve polo shirt with a tie and black pants; I was from work alright and this time I didn't carry my guitar since I didn't expect I'll be practicing my songs in front of the one who was going to give me the damned lap dance. The bloody place was bigger than it looks; I wonder how in bloody hell Yao got all the money to make this club.

I grunted in response because I'm still honestly annoyed by my current situation. There is a meeting going on with the teachers back in the university and I'm here in a strip club and was about to receive some private performance I never asked for.

"You're like, going to like him. He's Uncle's best performer."

"I must be fucking lucky." I answered without any intention of leaving out my sarcasm.

"You should be." He retorted, falling silent once again. I myself wasn't sure if you could classify him as a talkative type of person neither a silent one. He rarely engages in conversation but when he does, I don't even know what in fuck we were talking about.

We continued walking, and finally after some time, we reached a hallway where there was only one door at the end of it. The walls were all white and there were nothing attached like paintings or lamps; it was just plain. The door on the other hand, was more detailed. I could tell it was mahogany, and it was carved with different patterns, with some octagons lining up on the side and whatnot. The knob was polished nicely; I could see my reflection on it.

"We're here." Wong announced, turned the knob and pushed open the door. The room was dark until he reached over his hand to the wall and flicked the lights on. It was unexpected though. If you thought a strip club would have those dark sensual rooms this one was completely different. It looked more like a five-star hotel room, but less furnished. It had a high stepped ceiling with some carvings on the edges; the walls were light beige and had small lamps that gave off a gold-like light. But the contents of the room were only a bed with golden sheets, a bedside table and a chair. I raised my eyebrow at the last item then continued to scan the rest of the place, despite it being empty.

"I like, sleep here every time Uncle's not here." He walked over to the chair that was standing by the wall and carried it to the middle of the room, "This is where you sit during the performance."

"Why can't I sit on the bed?"

"That is where you do the porn." He bluntly answered and I almost choked on my saliva at him. I looked at him in disbelief for two things. Nobody fucking says 'where you do the porn' like it was the weather and why does he think I'll be fucking a prostitute that probably is overused? I have standards alright.

He grunted and waved his hand dismissively, "Like, kidding. I won't be taking a video in here."

What? "And why in bloody hell will you be thinking that taking a video would be helpful for you?"

"Porn sells good you know." He somehow managed to finally smile at the inappropriate answer. I opened my mouth to say something along the lines of reprimanding him, but he cut me off as he waved his hand again dismissively as he started to walk towards the door, "Like, kidding again. I'm not allowed to do that. My shift's starting already."

I grunted and grumbled a couple of curses as he went out and slammed the wooden entrance close. Placing my hands into my pockets I walked over to the bed and flopped on it. The blanket was made out of silk; it was nice to feel. And the mattress was soft enough to convince me to take a nap or something. But I was still irritated a bit by the gits that got me into this. I hope the gay bloke won't go farther than my willingness would go, and in that way this bed would be used for sleeping and nothing else.

Since I'm already here, I guess there's nothing else that I could do. Or else the French wanker would do something I'd rip his hair out if he did it.

I looked up to the ceiling, noticing the small black speakers at each corner. I have an idea in what they were for; if they weren't then I don't know why the hell it was placed there. Another grunt escaped my throat as I checked my watch. Whoever was going to give me the bloody lap dance, they were late.

My internal musings were interrupted when music started to play through the speakers. I pinched my temple and sat up; well it was show time. I'll be damned anyway if I don't go through this.

I stood up and walked over to the chair then sat on it. This needed to be over soon so I could do my own business and forget all this.

The music was nice though, it was purely musical and how the techno music and the instruments matched well was very entertaining. I could even dance to it. Slowly, it began to tense up and started to sound like party music; I still didn't mind. The piano was good and the beat matched it perfectly. My hand instinctively started tapping on my lap, following its beat.

A click on the door was enough to drive me away from the music. I turned to see who it was and saw Yao standing as well as Francis who was smirking like the bloody frog he is.

"It is very nice that you're here, Arthur."

I glared at him mildly, not in the mood to throw curses at him, "Let's just get this over with."

Yao cleared his throat as he looked at something outside the door and motioned his head, as if telling it to come inside. The French bastard stood away from the entrance and made way for someone.

My eyes widened at the man who walked into the room as the two of them closed it behind them, leaving the two of us alone. The man had black hair, dark brown eyes that were looking down on the floor as he walked; pale skin and wore a black kimono. A Japanese then. But he looked bloody familiar.

When he looked up, I instantly remembered. The moment he saw me his cheeks were suddenly flushed and I knew who it was. And he seemed to remember me as well; it was just yesterday after all.

The music continued to play while we looked at each other.

"I see you're the poor bloke they pushed into this mess." I finally spoke up, feeling the silence was a bit too awkward.

He looked away, still blushing, "You must be Alfred-san's cousin."

"Hm, that damn American." I grunted and chose to fold my leg over the other, "You don't have to do this. I can walk away and say you didn't do it; they'll respect you as far as I know them." He looked unsure of this as well; based from how he just stopped midway when he saw me.

His uncomfortable look was washed away after I said the words. He suddenly had a stern expression on his face, but still looking at the ground, "I know you were forced into this, sir," he turned to gaze at me and started walking, "but I also promised Yao-san."

My legs were automatically both down as he stood before me; I took notice of how he actually walked into beat of the music that was playing.

I was unable to move as he leaned down to my ear, "But I am a man of my word; I hope you would be and cooperate as well." I had to suppress a shiver when his breath hit my skin. I could feel some of the warmth building up in my abdomen; this was not going to be an easy lap dance for me.

His hand was rested on my lap, the other one on my shoulder as he suddenly swayed his hips and moved downwards. My eyes gradually widened when he was now located in between my legs. Bloody hell I had to swallow just to get the warm feeling in my torso in control. His kimono was slowly dropping off his shoulders when he moved up with the music; his pale skin was emphasized by the black fabric, making it glow as it slid off of him. I could help but gulp again when I noticed how soft his body was as he moved.

God I'm a terrible gay pervert.

My eyes were locked on his hips; I couldn't help it. It wasn't everyday you saw someone move their hips like there were no bones in it. The music continued to play and I looked up to see his expression. His eyes had a certain feel to them, but it was hard to know when he wasn't looking straight at me. It was either he was too caught up with the music or he was avoiding eye contact.

The moment I realized he was now straddling me was a bit too late when I felt my pants grow tighter. I watched carefully as he untied the kimono off, revealing his undergarments. My cheeks were suddenly heated up when I saw he was wearing a corset. A bloody fucking corset. And it fucking looked sexy on him.

Oh bloody hell.

I swear some time I was going to explode anytime soon. I felt really uncomfortable and uneasy when I felt that he was sitting really near my bulge. He suddenly turned around with his back on me and completely took off his kimono.

Blimey he looked really good in those stockings. Holy fuck.

I somehow realized how hard I was gripping on the chair that I swore I could break it anytime. He continued swaying, dropping and sitting on my lap and I felt my arousal twitching painfully already. He straddled me once more, and this time, holy bloody hell, grinded his hips towards me and brushed against my erection. I had to strain my throat to restrain my groans into light whispers of curse words and bit my lip. He turned around again, used his hands to push my legs apart and swayed down again.

His arse looks really fine. And it's making me very uncomfortable.

Gaining some strength and self control, I lifted my hands up from their hold from the chair and held his waist. The corset felt really smooth and I couldn't help but moved my hands across the fabric. I felt him tense for a moment before he regained his composure and danced again.

Then I thought, maybe, I could have some fun myself.

He slowly reached my hands and pushed them off his body; then he faced me, straddled me again and moved his hips. I jerked up in time to meet him and I couldn't be happier when I heard him gasp at the friction. Sweat was building up on his forehead and the same with me. Both of our cheeks were stained red as he continued to move his hips and body.

When he wasn't making any move to turn around, I sneaked up my hand and groped his rear, making him bite his lip and move away for a moment. And when I saw a bulge in the stockings, I felt more blood surging to my lower regions in excitement at the sight.

I swore in my whole life I never felt this aroused before.

I think he suddenly went for revenge when he held my knees apart then placed his arse on my erection. He slowly slid down, making me moan when I felt the constant friction that my dick was experiencing.

This was one hell of a performance.

Once more I tried to look at his face again, and I was surprised when our eyes met. His brown orbs were glazed with something familiar and I felt my breath hitch when I continued to look into them.

The music was almost ending, I could tell. And there was one thing I wanted to do if I was going have this kind of dance ending. He continued to move and once again, when he faced me with his hand on my lap, I reached over to his hair and grabbed him towards me.

I crushed our lips together, earning a gasp from him. I automatically slid my tongue into his mouth and wrapped my arm around his waist then pulled him into a straddling position. It felt amazing how delicious this stranger's mouth was. I could taste something bitter along with sweetness that made me want continue this as long as I could. He finally responded with a soft moan as he pressed his own appendage on mine, making him moan once more. My shirt was suddenly gripped on tightly, and I knew he was enjoying this as much as me.

He swayed his hips towards mine again, and we both were groaning at the friction. Even when we were making out he was still in tune with the music. Our tongues continued to intertwine with each other as I repeatedly caressed his body through his corset. We continued to kiss while he half-danced on my lap until the music started to fade and stopped; when I realized the show was over, I bit my lip.

I wanted him so badly right now.

He broke the kiss and the trail of saliva fell into his lips as he panted and got off my lap. I, in the other hand, was still feeling very tight and painful that it was a miracle that I held on up to now. My eyebrows furrowed as he walked away, picking up his kimono on the floor and brisk-walked towards the door while putting it on.

Was he going to leave me like this?

I shook my head. Oh no he wasn't. I stood up, followed and grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened as I pulled him away from the door and slammed him to the wall. I heard a sharp gasp of pain and I darted my lips towards his neck before he could do anything else whilst pinning both of his hands.

"N-no. Stop it- ah!" he gasped when I bit his exposed collarbone. I could hear some muffled sounds coming from his mouth as I nibbled up on his neck; he was biting down his mouth. Too bad, I wanted to hear him. His hands tensed in my hold as well, and he began to pull away.

I felt a strong hold on both of my shoulders then was pushed away, "I said stop!" he half-glared at me, though it wasn't working on me with the dark red flush on his cheeks. He was panting as well. Yet his eyes were set in a determined look that told me he was serious. But I was serious as well.

Taking a step towards him that he was pressed entirely to the wall, I stared into his eyes. It shifted into another expression, either surprise or confusion, or maybe a combination of the two. I saw his throat move and he was trying to regain his breathing back to normal. I took note at how strong he was as well; he broke out of my hold easily. He would have pushed me back easily and walked away right now.

But he didn't do anything but stare back into my gaze.

"Why?" I finally found my voice, though it was huskier than usual, "Why would you like me to stop?" I leaned towards him, not breaking any eye contact.

I considered his silence as a confirmation to continue. His mouth was slightly open from panting and I used it to my advantage. Immediately claiming his lips without any second thoughts, I was inwardly happy that he didn't make any kind of protest, despite our lack of distance. My tongue entered inside his mouth once again, this time he responded immediately.

I moved my hand up his hair, grabbing a handful and used it to tilt his head back so I could gain more access. He groaned against the kiss and once again, my shirt was being gripped on hard. I pressed harder on his tongue, earning me a moan that added vibrations to the kiss and heat streaming down my ever hard arousal.

My free hand was back on his waist again, skimming through his corset until I found the laces on the back. I pulled the end, breaking the tight hold of it and loosening the garment off his body. We broke the kiss as I did and I immediately went back to his neck. He was panting hard; it was clear at how his chest was moving as I went back to my ministrations on his collarbone. I bit one spot hard, making him cry out and hold on to my shirt harder.

"You like it, don't you?" I trailed up his ear, nibbling his lobe. Of course he was, I inwardly answered to myself.

His breath hitched almost immediately and I pulled the corset off of him. After I dropped it on the floor, I raised my leg up, placing it between his legs and pressed it up his arousal.

"Ahh!" he gasped, pressing back on my knee and fuelling my lower regions more.

I needed him badly right now.

I took hold on one of his legs and hooked it around my waist. He automatically did the same with the other one and I engaged another kissing session. I could feel him lightly pressing his arousal on mine, and I found it very amusing at how desperate he was. Using my hand to support him as I carried him towards the bed, I broke the kiss and went back to his neck. I sucked on the previous mark that made him cry out loud hard, and he moaned heartily.

When I felt the soft mattress on my knees, I dropped him on the bed and climbed on top of him after I kicked off my shoes. I observed his body for a moment, absorbing the sight below me. His torso was fit and is a bit muscular, and it added to his body's curve. Not to mention still beautifully pale as well. No wonder he was Yao's best performer. He moved like a fucking god and was damn fine.

He looked so vulnerable right now, though. His cheeks were stained scarlet and his bump was very evident. Very tempting.

I abandoned my inner compliments for him and took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw them off the bed and went back to giving attention to the pale man under me. His eyes were on my body; moving and slowly moving up until he met my stare.

I leaned down again, now moving to his body and licked his nipples. He moaned out loud, arching his back when I started sucking on it. My hands found the hem of his stockings and pulled them off with his help of squirming and bending his legs to remove it easily. I detached my mouth from his body and took a look at his bare body.

His member was gleaming in pre-cum and it looked very lively. I contemplated on touching it when I remembered something.

The bedside drawer caught my attention and I moved towards it. Pulling it open, I saw a bottle and took it out. I straddled him again, inserting an arm across his back and carried him a foot towards the head of the bed that his head was on the pillow.

I popped the bottle open and squeezed a generous amount of lube on my fingers. Using my palm to stabilize me as I hovered above him, I inserted a digit into him.

"A-ah!" he bit his lip, his eyes in an uncomfortable look as I thrusted my finger into him again, "S-stop, p-please..."

I raised my eyebrow at that. Shouldn't he be used to this? Well, he was a stripper so he should be. But right now he looked like he hadn't had enough experience on this. Perhaps he was new?

Despite he seemed to be lacking experience and protest, his legs were more apart from each other. He gripped on the sheets as I added another finger, scissoring his entrance while thrusting back and forth.

"N-no- ahh!" he arched his back when I realized I hit a certain spot in him. I smirked and aimed for it again, this time with three fingers. "Ahh!" he cried out again, arching his back as I continued, "S-stop, please, a-I'm g-gonna cu- Ahhh!" his back arched one last time as he came, some of it landing on my face.

I licked some of it that was near my lip, tasting its saltiness and smirking. Taking out my fingers and went to unbutton my trousers, I watched him pant on the bed with his eyes glazed over. He tilted his head after a moment of regaining composure and some of his breath and looked at me as I took pulled my pants and boxers off. I was already wet with pre-cum as well; it was really a blessing that I held on as far as now. I moaned lightly at the change of temperature and got the bottle of lube. I could still feel his eyes on me, just like yesterday in the book store, as I placed the thick liquid on my member.

His eyes were still locked on to me as I positioned myself at his entrance. He looked... unsure. Was he really inexperienced? The way he danced earlier totally contradicted his expression now. Feeling a bit sympathetic, I chose to go slow with him, probing his entrance first and easing up as the tip went in.

I couldn't help but pant when I felt the surging warmth and my cheeks heated up even more when the head was finally in. All the time the man under me was tensed and I looked up to see his expression. He was back to gripping the sheets and biting his lip, but this time, he closed his eyes and his whole face was red.

"Ha..." I gasped as I moved into him more, my head spinning from the new-found warmth. I could hear him gasp, but no more other sounds since he was forcing them away with his lip-biting. When I was finally completely inside, I did not move until he showed any signs.

He still looked uncomfortable, and I was willing to be patient with him. After some moments, he opened his eyes and looked back at me. I felt another type of emotion surging through me as I saw his brown orbs, half-telling me to continue.

I lifted my hips and thrust into him slowly, making him hiss in pain. I, on the other hand, was guiltily enjoying this. I did thrust again, repeatedly and gradually increasing the pace. I bit my lip to contain the noises that threatened to out due to the heated pleasure I was receiving and he wasn't doing anything to stop his cries.

"Ah!" he finally moaned after a few thrusts. He eased up to it easily though I thought he was inexperienced. I continued, noticing how hard he was again and grabbed his member. He let out a hearty moan when I changed my angle, probably hitting his sweet spot again along with my hand taking hold of his member.

"Hnn..." I groaned at the heat when he wrapped his legs around my waist and started to press back on me. I responded by pumping his member, rewarding me by louder moans and arching his back again and again.

He jerked into my hand, desperately moving for the friction and his expression was filled with pleasure. I continued to pump and penetrate him, moving at a faster pace until I felt the heat in my abdomen grow unbearable and I knew I was going to end soon.

After a few thrusts, he arched his back and came again, spilling his seed on both of our bodies and my hand. My head started to blur as I gave one last thrust and released inside of him. My other hand gave away and I collapsed on top of him, both of us panting and trying to regain our breaths. I slowly pulled out of him, spent and my eyes were already drooping from the drain of energy in this activity. I could hear his laboured breathing as I looked into his eyes again before he slowly closed them.

I moved to fill the space beside him, wanting to sleep more than anything right now. I've had a busy day and what we just did exhausted the remaining energy I had left.

Not that I didn't like it, though; even if it was a stranger that I first saw yesterday in the bookstore who was actually a performer that gave me a lap dance earlier, it felt bloody great.

...Sleep feels great as well, you know.

BK123: bad ending is bad. as well as the smut cuz I wrote this in like one day and I'm sure my writing is fucking bad here. It's been a while since I wrote smut so sdkjflajfwafhjf for me then.

thank you for the follows and favorites i don't even know how you coped through all this shit and landed finally on this author's note.

by the way the POV's change alternately by chapter. So next chapter is Kiku's POV.

um thanks for actually reading this shit? i'll try to update it sooner or later jfkls.