The musky scent of incense.
The soft purple lights overhead.
The throb of music playing over the speakers with the idle chatter around him.
All were things that Shouta was familiar with. Something he'd familiarized himself with over the years and had become like a comfort to him. Sitting at his table, he traced his fingers along the mouth of his drink with his feet tapping beneath the table. His gaze flickered up when he noted a waitress walking past him with a sway to her hips.
She wore what Hizashi called a body suit; it was a lacy affair with ruffles along the edge of the crotch. Over the tops of her thighs. Straps over her shoulders with her breasts on display. The fabric looked thin, scanty, but the woman walked with such confidence in her heels that it left him in awe that anyone could be so scantily clad like that and be confident.
He tore his gaze from the woman to the stage before him where men had gathered around with bills in hand. The woman on stage was beautiful; he could admit that much to himself. She had long, black curls and soft mocha colored skin; full, pouty lips and long lashes. Her curls swayed and bounced, shining glossily under the lighting as she dropped into a squat.
Her legs falling open with hands sliding along her inner thighs. Moving up until- He tore his gaze away from the stage with a blush rushing up to his cheeks as he lifted his glass up. He should be used to this. He knows he should. After all, Hizashi had dragged him to one too many clubs just like this one and he knew where to look.
How to treat the staff and the women on stage. Hizashi had taught him an etiquette on places like these long before he understood why his husband was so insistent he know the etiquette. He still remembered when Hizashi had told him the truth. When they were twenty-five, he'd begun noticing that Hizashi was spending more time out on the weekends.
And he had naturally, suspected Hizashi had been with Nemuri. But then the blonde started coming home sweaty and covered in glitter; with so many scents on him that it was hard to pin what was incense and what was cologne or perfume. How Hizashi jumped in the shower immediately upon returning home before he even so much as kissed him at the door.
How Hizashi never wore the same outfit twice in one night. Always leaving in one thing then coming home in another. He had, at first, assumed his husband had been cheating on him somehow. What else had he been made to think with all the actions of Hizashi's? He hated that his mind had gone straight to cheating but what else had he been left to believe?
He'd known that there was something going on that he didn't understand. He'd brought his concerns up with Hizashi and the truth had left him stumbling behind in terms of understanding. Hizashi had explained he was a stripper on the weekends. And then, to prove his point, his husband had dragged him to this club. An LGBTQ inclusive set that welcomed all customers.
There was no doubting that his husband told the truth and he'd been left in awe. And it was when they were walking home that Hizashi had worried about him accepting this reality, but he had the answer in him. He accepted his husband's stripping. While he may not have liked it at first, the blonde had explained to him how freeing it was.
How it made him feel. And he couldn't crush that when he saw just how happy Hizashi was after his two sets a night. How he seemed to float on his feet when they were walking home together. He couldn't ruin it for his husband. And so, he did his best over the years to make sure that his husband felt supported.
He went to as many shows as he possibly could on the weekends. He may not have liked it in the beginning, but he'd been worn down fairly quickly. After all, it's not like Hizashi did anything with the men there. There was no question their fidelity was secure. That Hizashi had eyes only for him. And it was true; during his sets, the ones that he attended, those green eyes would lock onto him and only him.
They never wavered, never shifted away, and it was like his own private show. Each time felt like a rush watching his husband strip on the stage under the purple lights. Watching the way his hips rolled or how those heels made his legs look longer. How sometimes he wore stockings and garter belts.
Panties that hugged him tightly with the blonde swirling under the lights that throbbed over him. The shows were by far his favorite things on the weekends. He tried his best to attend each one that he could. He always had. And God knows he'd have spare money in his wallet, but it would end up going towards his husband.
End up tucked into the waistband of his panties with the blonde twisting closer to him. Hands on his waist while his heels clicked over the floor as he was walked towards the blonde's dressing room. There was so much that he loved about his husband's part time work. So much that it kept him from being unhappy about it.
Especially when he got to see how his husband flourished under the lights. How the blonde seemed to become a different man before his very eyes. Flourishing into a confident, sexy man who thrived off of the shrieking delight of the customers at his feet that gathered around the stage. How the blonde seemed to unfurl like a flower under the throbbing purple lights.
How his shoes sparkled under the lighting or how he flipped his hair with those green eyes on him. How the blonde would spin and bend. How he would spin around the pole in the center of the stage lazily with his nails glistening under the lights. How beautiful he looked when the spotlight was turned on him.
There was nothing more beautiful than Hizashi when he was confident like that. When he got to see how the blonde would twirl and dance beneath the lights like he was truly confident. How, despite the many gazes upon him, all he seemed to focus on was him. There was nothing more beautiful in knowing that his husband was doing these little shows for him.
For the both of them; because God knows, raking in a little extra money for them to use on "fun stuff" was all the more worth it in his eyes. It wasn't always about the money but about how happy his husband looked while he was twirling on stage. How he seemed to beam and gush about night.
The moony, dreamy look in his husband's eyes that made them appear so much bigger. Darker. How the blonde would sigh and hum as they entered their home with heels clacking over the floor. How delighted the blonde was when he jumped in and out of the shower only to cuddle up to him. If there was anything that made Hizashi happy then he would never fight him over it.
He wouldn't offer ultimatums for the blonde. How could he do that? How could he think of ruining something that clearly made his husband happy like that? He couldn't. It would be like crushing his own heart and he couldn't do that to his husband. Sighing out quietly to himself, he lifted his glass up and then he was knocking back the rest of his bourbon.
Burning down his throat, his ice rattled against the glass when he placed the empty glass down on the table. Licking his lips when his gaze turned to the gaze before looking away. This club never promoted full nudity but rather, topless with thongs were the go-to in the club. Nipple tassels were popular among the strippers in the club which were used religiously over nipples.
The woman on stage with her mocha skin had rid herself of the sparkly top of hers and kneeled on her knees on the stage. Thighs dropping open to reveal the rather sparkly thong that covered her crotch and nipple tassels that bounced with her breasts. If he was attracted to women, he knew that it would be hot. Sexy even.
And yet he tore his gaze away from the woman as the men around the stage hooted deafeningly with encouragement. Shouting out praises to the woman who no doubt ate it up. He'd never understand stripping, but he could support his husband if that's what he wanted to do. He reached into his pocket to fiddle with the pack of smokes he had with him.
The club didn't discourage smoking but there was a respectfulness expected with it. Aka don't go being a dickhead about smoking. No blowing smoke into the waitresses faces which, even if this were a regular club, would be awfully rude. He fiddled with the pack before pulling it out and laying it on the table.
Giving himself the option to open the pack if he wanted too. Then he glanced to the stage where the mocha-skinned woman was standing. Blowing kisses at the man that handed her money which she plucked from hands daintily. Spinning on her feet, her heels sparkling under the light with a bedazzled effect, when he tore his gaze away again.
Heat flooding his face in a fresh wave at the sight of her ass. The thong that disappeared between her cheeks as she proudly strutted across the stage. He tapped his fingers on the pack of cigarettes anxiously. He knew he should be used to this setting but God if he didn't feel the tiniest bit like a prude at the sight of the scantily clad woman on stage.
And then fingers were touching his shoulder to which he jumped slightly as he lifted his gaze up to find that woman, he saw earlier standing next to him. Her body suit looked incredibly feathery; a soft pink that he saw up close with the neckline plunging enough to show off her cleavage. She smiled softly at him with dark lock spilling over her shoulders when she tugged her hand away.
"I just wanted to check in and make sure you were all right, sweetheart! You're looking mighty pensive over here!" Her voice had a lilt to it; something familiar and a bit playful when she smiled a bit wider at him with eyes sparkling at him with that playfulness when she then pointedly looked down at his empty glass. "Do you need anything? Could I get you a refill on your drink, perhaps?"
"Ah, yes, I think I need that. Could I possibly get a banana-rum old fashioned?" The woman nodded at him before scooping his glass up and winking at him before straightening up to walk off as he tore his gaze away from the woman. He fought the urge to knit his fingers together awkwardly when there was a fading light on the stage. It had his breaths catching in his throat when he fidgeted in his seat when he forced himself to breath in then out. In. Out.
He knew what was coming; how could he not? Hizashi had told him the line up for tonight, so he knew what to expect. Knew the names vaguely. And then the speakers crackled overhead. "Alright, alright! That was the lovely Miss Staria for your viewing pleasure! Now, here's the real star of the night! He called in last minute, he's one of popular demand, and he's one that you all love to see tonight! He goes by Goldilocks, put your hands together for him!"
The spotlight flashed to light, a brilliant white against the throbbing purple lights of the club but his throat was catching in his throat when his husband came strutting onto stage. He was beautiful. He wore a simple long trench coat that was a rich violet color that he'd recognize anywhere. It's the one that he's used for years when it came to this. He jumped when the waitress put his drink down, appearing to the side of him when she smiled. "Here you go, sweetheart! Enjoy!"
"Thank you." He croaked out then slid his glass over the table with his gaze going back to the stage before him as he fidgeted in his spot. Hizashi truly was beautiful with blonde locks spilling down his back, the dangling dew drop earrings glistening in his ears with chains connecting to his double helix piercings. His hair falling in a neat curtain against his back with his hips swaying lazily.
And his make up; God, if it wasn't stunning. The blonde had, from what he could see, beautiful blue eyeshadow on his eyelids that made his green eyes pop. His lips were painted a brilliant, shocking red with soft pink coating his cheeks with glitter that shimmered. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous. He was by far the most beautiful thing he'd seen tonight.
Of course, the women here were beautiful too but there was something about Hizashi that was simply better. A different beauty when compared to the other women and men who had been on stage tonight. Perhaps because he knew that this was his husband on stage was what made it different. He had not a clue nor did he care to figure it out as his husband strutted forward.
Making his way to the round platform connecting to the stage that the woman had been standing on previously. His husband's hips swayed with the deafening applause filling the room. There were a few wolf whistles from the crowd that had his husband beaming at the crowd. Blowing kisses with those red, red lips of his and winking when he noted the way that blue eyeshadow glittered.
It was similar to the way his cheeks glittered. His husband was stunning with blonde locks glistening silkily in the spotlight. Those green eyes roamed over the crowd before coming to a stop on him. He met that gaze evenly and he didn't mind staring at his husband. At being caught staring at him with his lips parted slightly as he stared at the blonde.
His mouth falling open slightly with the awe he felt as he gawked at his stunning husband. There was no way he wouldn't; Hizashi was by far the most stunning sight he'd ever seen tonight. He was more beautiful than the women and the two men who had come on before him. His makeup more delicate than the other two men's. That could be bias, if he was honest with himself.
He stared at the beautifully made-up face of his that he so adored. His heart was beating in his damn throat as he watched his husband take the center stage with that brilliant, confident smile on his red lips. And then the spotlight flickered off and the deep purple lights throbbed over his husband.
Hizashi then spun on his feet in a circle with his hand shooting out to grab the pole. Swaying with his foot slamming down as he dipped himself; blonde locks swaying as his back arched up beautifully while his head tilted back. His hips firmly in place as his hair brushed the floor lightly with his body then twisting to complete the spin.
One that had him swirling around the pole with his hair whipping with him. There was another of those wolf howls when his husband's heels shined like black jewels on his feet. His hair shimmered under the purple lighting that made it appear lighter. And then Hizashi was spinning around the pole again, hands holding onto it tightly as he lifted himself into the air.
His feet kicking out and heels slamming to the floor with a thud over the music as his husband slid down the pole. Hands up above his head with arms stretched upright to hold onto the pole when his husband slid into a squat. His thighs spread wide and knees pointed out which got a howling response from the crowd.
His painted nails managing to glow against his fingertips when the blonde then thrusted his hips forward as he shot out of that squatted position onto his feet once more. And then he began to walk around the pole with his hand drifting over the glistening metal when those eyes met his again. How lucky he was to have a table so close to the stage like this.
He was riveted by the sight of his husband swirling on his feet like that; watching those blonde locks sway and whip around him like a curtain. A cape. He watched his husband walking lazily around the pole with kisses being blown at the crowd when his hands dropped down to begin unbuttoning his trench coat.
Working the buttons apart then shrugging his shoulders which had his coat slipping down his upper arms to pool into his elbows. It was shaking off, bunched up, and tossed onto the stage behind him. His husband wore a V neck black blouse with long sleeves that stretched down to the tips of his fingers. A pair of leather pants and heels that were a glistening black that winked in the lighting.
The blonde looked sexy. The blonde looked positively stunning in his simplistic clothing when the blonde spun playfully with his back to the crowd when he dropped into another squat. His husband may have a flat ass but God if the leather didn't make his ass look bigger than it was. It looked unbelievably full, and he wanted nothing more than to grab it.
Wanted to feel it fill up his hands in that perfect way it always did. It had him leaning forward in his seat as his stomach pressed into the table with his eyes locked on the blonde. Not wanting to miss a single moment of his husband's act as his hands gripped onto the edge of the table with those locks swaying against his husband's back.
And then Hizashi took his sweet time standing upright again with a coy look being thrown over his shoulder. Those eyes were shimmering playfully at him when Hizashi then turned in a half circle. His pants glistened slickly; like he wore a glossier pair tonight than the matte ones that he usually went for.
It didn't matter what Hizashi wore, however, because he knew he looked stunning in it regardless of what others would think. Or judge. Hizashi was gorgeous. From his makeup to his outfit, his husband was easily more stunning than the women who had been performing before him.
He watched as his husband spun in a lazy circle before coming to a stop before the pole with hands dropping to the hem of his sweater. Those green eyes met his with that playful shimmer. Grinning at him, there was a roaring jeer, cat calls, for him to remove the shirt and the blonde pretended to look coy. To be shy.
His hands toying with the hem of his blouse with his hands tugging it up to reveal his navel slightly before jerking it down again. Playful. Being a tease. Lifting it up higher, higher, higher to reveal his stomach before shoving it back down again all with that coyness to him. He fucking loves it when Hizashi would act like a tease like this.
There was nothing more exciting. Hizashi did it all the time in the bedroom back home and it was the fucking best. He watched Hizashi's head cock to the side with blonde locks spilling over his shoulder and lashes fluttering. Causing that glittering eyeshadow to catch the purple lights much like the glitter he had painted over his pink cheeks.
And then Hizashi was lifting the shirt up over his stomach again then lifting it up over his head with his arms pulling through the sleeves. The shirt lifted carefully over his head; no doubt to keep his earrings from catching or ripping his hearing aids out. Then his husband was throwing his dark blouse into the crowd which had cheering ringing out.
And there his husband was; shirtless on stage with nipple tassels swaying against his skin in the shapes of hearts. His hands going to his waist with his chest pushing out proudly; he admired the sight of it as he watched his husband swirling on his feet again. Dancing in small circles along the edge of the stage dangerously with a smile on his lips.
Plucking money from fingers that were waved at him by eager hands. There were a few gaggles of women near the stage that shrieked like groupies as money was held out to his husband. His husband was stunning without his shirt on with the tattoo on his collar bone covered up, but he could only imagine smudging the make-up away.
To reveal his name written across his husband's left collar bone like he knew it was. The blonde was positively beautiful but the top he wore beneath his sweater was even more eye-catching; it was like a bodice. Something that was a deep, rich color with a gentle ruffling along the edges that revealed his chest. Was it a corset?
It stopped just below his nipples where the tassels swung as he spun in his little circles. Heels glistening like gloss in the lighting just like his pants. The blonde's hair swirled against his back with those green eyes flicking over to him. Coy. Bold. It was hard to name the way which the blonde stared at him as he spun around on that stage.
And then, much to his delight, his husband was spinning on the pole. Doing so with such finesse and confidence it had him in awe as those legs shot out with his hands holding onto the pole. His hair swung in a sheet against his back when the blonde was flipping around the pole again.
Sinking into another squat as those leather pants shined glossily in the light; stretched tight over thighs that spread open wide without an ounce of shame. His hands sliding along the pole before dropping down to run along his own thighs that twitched wider. His lips parting ever so slightly with those blonde lashes fluttering in the coyness he'd come to recognize.
A bedroom look that invited him closer. Invited him to leave his table. To meet him at the stage like he wants too but he forced himself to stay in his chair as he met those smoldering eyes. It would look like Hizashi was staring out into the crowd as it would look to others, but those eyes burned at him. They beckoned him to come closer and God if he doesn't want to.
Watch those hands that slid up his thighs sensually to frame either side of his crotch before sliding up to his waist. Straightening out of his position with a playful little spin as his hands slid from his hips to curve backwards. Rubbing over his own ass the same way his hands would if he were touching the blonde.
His head tilting backwards with his back arching as his chest pushed forward when those hands slid over his ass then came up to his waist. Touching the bodice, he wore when the blonde then spun to face the shrieking crowd again with his gaze flicking over the faces before coming back to him. He knew tear away pants that looked like leather were a hard buy.
They were damn near impossible to buy anywhere but Hizashi had been granted a stash of pants for his shows. He had a wardrobe filled with them for shows like these. His gaze was riveted to the blonde who traced his hands along his waist where his fingers flicked playfully at the waistband of his leather pants.
That shy grin on his lips growing into something sly; into something wicked. How beautiful Hizashi looked under those throbbing purple lights; his chest hair lost under the lights while his hair shone like pale silk. His skin a soft purple dyed by the lights above him like his hair and God if he didn't wish he could see the soft smatterings of freckles.
To see the scars, he could trace like the back of his hand. He wanted nothing more than to touch Hizashi. Fuck, he looked sexy. Smoldering. A beauty like none other and he was entranced. He was locked in on this man who was spinning on the stage with all the confidence of the women before him.
His back arching, bending forward to touch his shoes to show off the way those leather pants gave his ass definition, and the flips of his hair. How he touched himself so openly without a drop of hesitation when the crowd shrieked at him for more, more, more.
And all the while, those eyes found him sitting at his table with an untouched drink before him as he clutched the end of the table. His husband made another of those coy turns along the pole where he plucked money from the waving hands delightedly to which he found himself riveted to his husband.
And then Hizashi was touching the waistband of his pants again with that coy smile on his lips with eyes shimmering at him. And it clicked. He couldn't tell what music was playing. What he was drinking. When he'd be going home. He couldn't recall any of it. Because, God help him, he was gasping with his hands clutching at the edge of the table.
Holding on when he gawked at his husband who curled his fingers into the waistband of his pants. And with a beautiful flourish, the blonde was ripping those leather-looking pants off of himself. The shrieks of the people around him were deafening in his ears; they were loud and shrill. The soft, throbbing music overhead was damn near lost under it.
And his mouth dropped open with his eyes locked on the blonde who threw his pants off behind him on the stage. There were a few of those wolf whistles that rang out with piercing volume, but they were lost to him. Lost when he was staring at his husband who was standing before him in a lingerie set.
The color, he was unsure of. The garter belt was a lacy thing that draped over the tops of his thighs in delicate straps that stretched over his thighs. Down to the thigh highs that he wore. The material as translucent, that much he could tell by look alone; the tops had the same identical lacy pattern as the garter belt.
And his face burned when he took in the panties his husband wore. There was no mistaking it; they weren't lacy boxers or anything of the sort that could be mistaken as manly in any sense. These were panties with a thin waistband running over his hips with a single piece of cloth hiding away his cock. It was impossible not to notice the way that it bulged against the thin fabric.
As if there was one mistake that would have it falling out. And then his husband was turning on his heels to flick a foot up and he damn near choked on his air. The back was a thong. His husband was wearing a thong. Not panties. The string disappeared between his cheeks with his gaze locked on the blonde's ass.
Half convinced he could make out the smatterings of freckles that he always adored. It was hard to tell under the purple lighting above them but dear God if it didn't have him riveted when his husband then climbed up onto the pole again. Spinning in a circle with his legs kicking out lazily one a time.
As if he were stretching them out one a time to show off the stockings he wore. The black, glossy heels he wore that caught the purple light in winks. He spun then came to a stop with his hips canting forward. Blonde locks spilling down his back with a smile on those lips that looked black in the purple lighting.
Oh, the fabric hugging his legs was thin but God if they didn't make those long legs of his look even longer. If they straps tugged over his thighs and the backs of them didn't gather his attention. His husband stood before him in a corset, garter belt, and stockings with those glossy heels.
There was something sexy in the knowledge that Hizashi planned this out for him. He stared at his husband spinning on the stage again to accept money that he then had the audacity to stick in the string of his thong. And oh, oh, he was finding his mouth watering when his husband dipped.
Flicking his hair forward then back over his back, hips jutting back to reveal his ass again. It was sexy. It was hot. It was a fucking turn on like nothing else. His thighs squeezed together beneath the table when his cock dared to twitch in a volley with interest as his hands slid from their clutched position on the table to grab his drink.
Lifting it up blindly then gulping the burning bourbon down in a single swallow then dropping his glass back to the table. Watching his husband shake his hips at the crowd to the left of him which got more of those whistles and cheers. And then his husband was turning to face him again with a lazy sway to his hips when his hands were dropping.
It had him grateful he'd drained his glass for the damn near choked on his air when his husband's hands slid on either side of his crotch then ran down his inner thighs down towards his knees in a bend before straightening up with his hands running back up his thighs.
And then, much to his chagrin, his husband was forming a heart over his cock with air kisses being blown by those red lips of his. Eyelids shimmering in the purple lights just like his shoulders and cheeks. Had he put glitter on his shoulders? He had not a clue, none, but fuck if his husband wasn't the sexiest thing in the fucking world.
He was in awe of the confident man who spun in a circle around the pole then placed his hands on the pole to flip himself up onto it. Upside down with those long blonde locks of his spilling down to sway as his legs spread wide around the pole. His thighs spreading as wide as they could go without hurting his hips.
He knew that much from personal experience. Hizashi's skin was shimmering with glitter and fuck if that didn't make him seem ethereal. If it didn't make him look positively stunning. His husband flipped on the pole to squeeze his thighs around it with thighs squeezed tight. Holding himself up in the air with his hands holding onto the pole tightly.
Giving air kisses to the crowd, his skin shimmered with the glitter he used. The jewelry in his navel glistened at him in a wink as his husband then reached up to grab the pole with his heels dropping to the ground. And then his husband was twisting so elegantly it stirred envy when the blonde sank down.
Laying on the floor with his back to the crowd and throwing his head back. Well, more braced on his elbows and forearms, he flicked a leg up as he arched his chest up with nipple tassels swaying against his chest. Blonde locks swaying against his back looked a tad messier from all the movement. Those green eyes meeting his without missing a beat.
And God if that didn't have his cock twitching again. If it didn't have his thighs rubbing together as heat burst over his skin with that arousal twisting low into his stomach. An ache. It had him biting at his lip slightly as he watched his husband then flip over. Bracing himself on his hands and knees then leaning back with his hips arching into the air.
He could imagine the stretch of his cheeks; the way the thong would reveal itself slightly. The freckles that covered his ass that begged for kisses just like the smatterings on his thighs. Hips. Chest. Shoulders. His face. He watched blonde locks spill over his husband's shoulders with those eyes burning at him.
Watching as Hizashi's hips jutted back before arching forward with his hips pressing down. Hovering over the floor with a thrust into the air that had him grazing the floor had his blood burning in his veins. That coy smirk curled over his husband's lips as his hips thrusted again then he arched his back to jut his chest forward.
And he swore those nipples were hardened beneath the tassels. He'd bet anything. There was nothing that got Hizashi off like having eyes on him. He was the same way, but this was something different being able to meet his husband's gaze. He was glad he'd finished off his drink when his husband then climbed to his feet.
Skin shimmering beautifully, his hair shining like silk under the purple lights, his husband lifted his hands up to fluff his hair up when he cocked a hip. A dramatic move that had whistles ringing out to fill the room once more over the throbbing music playing over head when his husband smirked at him.
His back arching slightly as his hands ruffled up his hair; toying with the locks causing them to bounce and sway down his back. A tease if he'd ever seen one. His cock twitched again which had his face burning when he released the hold, he had on the table to bring his hands up. Linking them together, he pressed them to his mouth when the blonde smirked at him.
Like he was winning some kind of battle. Watching Hizashi sinking down again, his hips rolling in time with the music, there was something mesmerizing about watching those hips move. The way he dipped down low, low, low with his ass jutting back slightly while his hips rolled. It was fucking sexy.
Couldn't deny watching his husband up there didn't turn him on. He couldn't deny that he didn't feel that arousal twisting lazily through his veins. That he didn't feel a bit hot under the collar watching his husband who wore lingerie and strutting around the way that he was.
He always got so hot and bothered when his husband was on stage, but could anyone blame him? Hizashi then began to turn around the stage with brisk strides as he took money that was handed to him that he stuffed into the string of his thong. It was loose but it was holding, at the very least.
He slipped out of his seat when he watched his husband walking down the little strip of stage towards the larger back area. And God, if there wasn't something sexy about the way his hips swayed. If he didn't find himself marveling at the sight of that flat ass of his. Cute. It was so fucking cute.
Tearing his gaze away, he began to make his way across the room past the other tables towards the bar. The bartender on duty tonight met his gaze as he approached then nodded at him. Throwing air kisses out, the blonde then began to walk from the small platform towards the stage itself with hoots and hollers that had him looking over.
The blonde paused to pick up his pants then dropped into a squat then straightened up with his ass sticking out in that delightful way. A few air kisses were tossed out to the shrieking crowd, and he got the pleasure of watching his husband's ass as he walked behind stage. He'd be going to his room.
He knew the way there like the back of his hand; the staff recognized him from his years of patronage and from the fact that he was, indeed, Hizashi's husband.
Something he'd proved to them countless times which made slipping past the bar effortless as he approached the door. And then, thankfully, the bouncer on duty that night recognized him in the low lighting of the bar and opened the door for him. He nodded at the bouncer while the speakers crackled overhead, and he slipped into the softly lit hallway that smelled like cologne.
Like perfume. A mix of the two which was intoxicating as he walked down the hallway as he listened to the introduction of the new performer of the night. He knew Hizashi would go on again, but he'd be heading home afterwards. He always headed home by the time second acts were coming on. Sometimes he stayed longer.
Regardless if he stayed or not, Hizashi would meet him at home where they'd shower and cuddle up. But before then, he found his feet carrying him down the hallway with different rooms on either side of him with different names in golden plaques. His feet carried him quickly down the hallway when he stopped at the one labeled with his husband's name.
His blood was thrumming through his veins when he grabbed the golden knob and pushed the door open as he walked into Hizashi's dressing room. His shoes thudded over the carpet as he shut the door behind him then walked past the vanity. Past the duffel bag that held his husband's outfits for the night.
He walked to the only couch in the small room; more of a loveseat if he was honest with himself. It was cramped but he'd spent so many nights on this very loveseat with his husband before. Watching him get ready. His gaze flicked to the vanity where his husband's lipstick tube and eyeshadow pallet rested out in the opening.
The spray can of glitter and a small roll-on tube that looked like deodorant but clearly was used for glitter as well. He hummed softly when he swallowed around the tightness in his throat with his gaze flicking to the door. Hizashi would be strolling in any moment in that thong, garter belt and corset of his.
God, does he love it when his husband wore lingerie like that. It was fucking hot. Same with his makeup; if there was anything he loved more it was that Hizashi was stunning no matter the palette he used. Fighting the urge to fiddle with his things, he walked over to the loveseat where he sat down with his thighs pressing tightly together.
Trying to stave off the ache he felt but God if it wasn't hard. If he wasn't longing, wanting, needing him to appear right that moment. There was an ache that twisted into his stomach the longer he sat there with his cock twitching again at the mere memory of his husband's catty little walk. The way that his hips swayed.
How he ruffled his hair up. The sight of his freckled ass with the string of the thong running between his cheeks. The way those green eyes had locked on his when his hips rolled to the music with his back arching to jut his ass back. The confidence in the way that he moved and danced on the stage while meeting his gaze.
There was so much he fucking loves about the sight of his husband on the stage and fuck if tonight didn't have him hot under the collar. It was so simplistic but watching his husband on the stage was absolutely breathtaking. No matter how short or how long, he knew his husband would be going up for a second showing that would be longer.
Whether he stayed or went was up to him. So long as he was there for one show, it was enough to make the blonde happy with him. The doorknob rattling tore him out of his thoughts as he sat upright with hands twisting into his jeans slightly. The door flew open and, with heels thudding over the floor, his husband came in.
His blonde locks were mussed up from his hands, his cheeks flushed, and his lips so red it had his heart hammering against his chest. In the soft lighting he looked more ethereal than he had on stage with the glitter shimmering softly on his skin. His jewelry in his navel shining in winks as the nipple tassels swayed against his chest.
His cock that was painfully evident through the thin material of his thong. The garter belt. The stockings. His heels. His husband's red, red lips and the blush on his cheeks with blue eyelids shimmering at him as locks fell over his forehead. Running along the side of his nose to tickle his cheek.
Those green eyes glowing at him beneath the blue shadow; wide, big, from the excitement . From the exhilaration of his dancing on stage no matter how brief it had been as he tore off his clothing. And then the blonde was slamming the door shut with his fingers going to the lock.
Red nails glowing in the soft lighting of his dressing room and then his husband was all but launching himself across the room towards him. Pouncing like a sleekly dressed tiger, the blonde was on the loveseat and dragging him onto his lap before he realized it.
And once he did? Well, he was happy to curl his arms around those glittering shoulders with his lips on those red ones. Arms around his waist, Hizashi's lips slid against his dryly due to the lipstick he wore and God if he didn't love it. If he didn't melt into his husband's lap, into his hold, with hands sliding up his back as he was pressed closer.
Sitting properly into the blonde's lap with hands sliding over one another in petting caresses as he twisted his hands up in those mussed blonde locks. Sliding his lips against those painted ones with a hunger in his chest that made itself all too abundant in the way Hizashi kissed him with hands sliding along his thighs. His waist.
Touching him with all the confidence in the world as the brushing of their moving lips filled the quiet of the dressing room as he kissed his husband with a passion that was returned to him. Lips shaping to one another's; melting to shape and curve for that comfortable fit as his husband's hands slid along his sides.
Fingers tugging at his shirt to untuck it from his jeans which he didn't mind one damn bit. Perhaps he was more worked up than he initially thought himself to be but God if Hizashi didn't return that heat to him. If he didn't kiss him with a passion and hunger in response with eagerness twisting into his chest.
Twisting his hands into those wild locks, he listened to the light smack of their moving lips coming to break up the quiet whispering of their moving lips. Hands slid down his back to grab at his ass where his husband palmed at it with lips sliding against his hungrily. It had his heart racing in his chest as he kissed his husband with that passion and hunger of his own.
The lust and desire he felt simmering beneath the surface of his skin as his cock twitched in a volley once again when he rolled his hips down against his husband. Loving the hissing breath from his husband as hips bucked beneath him with hands squeezing at his ass. Hard squeezes, squishing and palming, that had his toes curling in his boots.
Squirming slightly with his breaths hitching through his nose briefly when he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Kissing him with that burning passion he felt flashing under his skin; flashes of heat that him breathing shakily through his nose while hands held onto him.
Rolling his hips down, pressing himself down firmly, his husband took another sharp breath in before it was trembling over his cheek. There was something to the rush; knowing that his husband was going to go on stage again. That his husband was going to strip off more if he was comfortable with it.
And God knows as much as he'd want to take him home that he'd wait. He'd wait for the show to be over before he thought of going home. Even if it meant awkwardly looking away from the stage until his husband was on it again. He kissed his husband harder with a hand sliding from his ass to skim up his back where fingers twisted into his hair.
Tugging sharply at it with lips sliding against his fervently with fingers digging into his ass. Holding onto his hair causing a consistent tug on his scalp that had him shivering when he pressed himself up against his husband. Pushing him back against the back of the loveseat which got him a low sound from the blonde in response.
There was something exciting about this. Like they were two horny teenagers finally getting the chance to act on their urges. Finally getting the chance to act on the heat that simmered beneath skin. He'd been mesmerized by his husband on stage beneath the soft purple lights. Dancing to the throbbing music overhead while shrieks and shouts filled the room.
There had been nothing more beautiful than his husband on that stage. He pressed himself tightly to his husband with his fingers tugging at those wild blonde locks when the blonde tightened his grasp on his ass. The blonde's hips squirming beneath him before arching up to press against him. Grinding with him in tight circles that had him squirming with a whine in his throat as he kissed his husband.
Hard, fast kisses with breaths trembling onto hot cheeks with hands holding the other closer, closer, closer. Wanting to be closer. He had never seen anything sexier than his husband in his lingerie. There was no one who could hope to compare. He rolled his hips down to grind against the blonde who happily grinded with him as hands tugged at his ass.
Tugged at his hair. Holding him close to the blonde who palmed at his ass shamelessly. Listening to the sharp smack of their moving lips, their quick breaths taken shakily, and the quiet rustle of his jeans while he ground down against his husband. Loving how that hand slid from his ass to rub along his thigh; caressing it in slides that had him melting into the blonde.
The hand in his hair cupping the back of his head with that hand sliding along his thigh with his cock twitching in a volley. The ache throbbed through him but God if it didn't feel amazing. He knew he was hopelessly, completely excited after seeing his husband on the stage. He was unfairly excited whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not.
He kissed his husband with all that passion, lust, desire and hunger that he possess which was returned to him without missing a bit. God, did he hope that the makeup smeared. If he didn't hope that the lipstick didn't smudge around his mouth when he went back to his table. He wanted it there; he wanted others to stare in envy and curiosity.
Kissing his husband fiercely with that sharp smack ringing out, the blonde let out a low sound with hips rolling up against him delightfully with the hands holding onto him tightening. Nails dragging over his scalp while fingernails dragged over his jeans. Clawing at his thigh through the material which left behind throbbing lines that had him whining again into their kisses.
Fierce, hard kisses that screamed with that hunger that was simmering under his skin; his cock twitching again at the mere thought of his husband's lipstick smearing onto his lips. The idea of those green eyes glowing beneath the beautiful blue eyeshadow his husband had on.
The way his skin glistened subtly with the glitter he'd rolled onto his skin. Fuck, his husband was beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous. Hizashi had been doing this for years but God if he didn't look stunning each and every time, he did it. The hand on his thigh squeezed hard at him with fingers digging in while the hand on the back of his head pressed lightly on him.
As if encouraging him to kiss harder. Faster. There was a heat racing under his skin that left him helpless; that left him eager to give his husband exactly what he wanted from him. He didn't want to keep his hands to himself. And fuck, the thought of his husband going out on the stage glistening with sweat and glitter? The way his eyes always looked so big afterwards?
The kiss swollen appearance to his lips? All if it was absolutely amazing when he got to watch his husband in the aftermath of their fucking. There was nothing he wanted more than to see it tonight. He moved his hips in a tight figure-eight motion which had his husband groaning at him with lips sliding against his fiercely.
It was so good to be kissed like this straight out the gate like this. It was addicting. To have the blonde pounce on him like that, to have the hands on him as they held him close. To have those lips sliding against his with such hunger it had him shivering when his cock twitched in a volley with that ache twisting into his lower half.
A low moan spilled out of him as he arched in his husband's arms as their lips moved together with fervent, fierce slides that rang out with a sharp smack each time as those painted lips slid against his dryly. All he wants is to feel that lipstick smudging on his lips. Around them. He wants to be made a mess before his husband got back on that stage for a second round.
Pressing himself tightly to Hizashi in response, he felt nails dragging against his lower back before hands were reaching down and grabbing at his ass again. A tight, hard squeeze that had his cock twitching when he arched with a low sound in his throat. And then those lips were lightening on his own to which he chased after them instinctively.
Pressing his lips to Hizashi's again, again, again when they broke apart with trembling breaths being taken as hands slid over his ass in rubs that had his heart jumping. His husband was beautiful. He stared at the way those cheeks shimmered with glitter. How those green eyes burned under that beautiful blue. The red lipstick on his lips. The pink flush to his cheeks.
He was absolutely stunning up close and he wanted nothing more than to sink away into the blonde's hold. He wants this man with a fervor that rattled his bones. That squeezed him tightly when Hizashi smiled at him cheekily. It was something he absolutely adored when the blonde rolled his hips up to grind against him causing his breaths to hitch in his throat.
"So, I take it that you liked the show, huh? You gonna stay for my encore, baby?" Hizashi's voice was damn near a croon that had him squirming when those painted lips feathered across his jaw with his blood running hot through his veins. It had him gasping in a breath with the blonde tightening his hold on his ass with a hard squeeze that had him whimpering. "Tell me, do you like watching me strip? Like watching me up on that stage where anyone can see?"
"Yes! God, yes, Zashi, I fucking love it! You al-always look so sexy! So beautiful it damn near hurts!" He breathed out with a rasp to his voice when hips rolled up to grind and he found himself pressing down to grind back. Wanting nothing more than to chase after that pleasure with the blonde when he curled his arms around his shoulders. Holding onto him tightly with a shaky breath. "I thi-think you're the most beautiful thing in the world to me!"
"Well, thank you, baby!" Teeth then nipped at his jaw teasingly when those painted lips began to slide down below his jaw. Kissing softly at him when he squirmed slightly with a whine in his throat when he tightened his arms around Hizashi. Wanting him close, close, close. His skin felt so good beneath his palms when the blonde pulled back with a sparkle to those brilliant eyes. "How about I give you a private show, hmm? We got more than enough time, don't we? I won't be on for another thirty or forty minutes at the most."
A private show? That could mean anything. It could mean Hizashi rolling, grinding, and squirming in his lap while he moved in arching twists. It could mean watching his husband stepping out of that thong of his and his booted feet thudding on the floor. It could mean touching that bare skin he so badly wanted to touch. It had his heart racing against his chest when he squeezed close to Hizashi. "How much would that run me? How mu-much is a private show?"
"Mmmm, well a private show depends on what you want. For no clothing, it's going to run you fifty bucks." Hands slid over his ass before curving forward to slide along his thighs. Squeezing into him as a grin curled over those brilliant, ruby red lips of his with a slight smudge in the corner. His husband leaned in to nibble at his jaw softly which had his heart racing in his chest. "A make-out session is going to run you seventy bucks! With tongue is eighty!"
He was breathless. He loved the brush of those painted lips against his jaw as his husband nearly crooned the words to him. Hands sliding from his thighs up to his waist where they caressed him gently with thumbs rolling into his hips. He shivered when Hizashi's teeth nipped at his jaw again before nibbling at him. It was an action that had his stomach fluttering when he hummed softly. "What else? Is there something else we can do other than making out?"
The blonde's lips pressed to his jaw with kisses along it that had him melting. Had him tightening his arms around the blonde with his fingers touching those wild blonde locks of his as lips moved along his jaw. Breaths fanning over his skin with fingers kneading at him. "A hand job goes for ninety-five! Anal fingering for one-oh-five bucks! And then, of course, making love is going to run you close to two hundred dollars for a one-night stand!"
"Damn, your prices sure are high, aren't they? But then again, a stu-stunning, beautiful man like you it makes perfect sense, doesn't it?" He replied with a playful tone that had his husband chuckling softly as lips pressed back with lips pressing to his earlobe. Nipping at it with his hoops clicking off of his husband's teeth lightly. It sent shivers down his back in response with his breath catching in his throat. "Is there anything else I should know before committing to a night with you?"
"Well, of course, there's the option of barebacking or condomed sex which will run you an extra five dollars." Hizashi murmured into his ear when teeth nipped at the shell of his ear sending shivers through him again as he tightened his arms around the blonde before him when he felt arms curling around his waist. Squeezing him close, close, close and there's nothing he adores more than that as he took a trembling breath when his husband hummed softly.
"Well, I think personally I'd go with condomed sex tonight." Shifting in his husband's arms, he lifted his hands to bury into those blonde locks of his. To go by the stripper's name Goldilocks was rather ironic and even Hizashi had said in the past that it was. He loved those blonde locks as he twisted his fingers into Hizashi's hair with the blonde's breaths trembling slightly over his ear when he tugged on his hair. "Bleed me dry, love."
"Gladly."