clarity - part two.
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It began with a bright red straw in a pale icy drink. One minute, Yixing was sipping some delicious beverage, and the next, he was being shoved against a bathroom wall, lips mashing violently against his and hands grabbing insistently at his clothing. He heard glass shatter and felt a sharp pain on the nape of his neck but just as quickly, the sensation was replaced with a gentle suckling sensation against his clavicle. Finally, the ringing in Yixing's ears ceased.
Some guy had sidled up to him while he was at the bar, drinking whatever it was he had pointed to on the menu, and said by way of introduction, You're new here. Yixing turned, like a deer caught in headlights, and locked eyes with a tall guy with vivid blonde hair. He simply nodded, and turned back to the bartop, his heartbeat accelerating with every tense second that passed. When he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, Yixing resisted the urge to turn around, knowing that this was his rerogative, his decision to make. The softest of whispers in Yixing's ear Let me show you the ropes. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. And despite all the voices in his head screaming No, don't do it, think about Luhan, Yixing was standing up and making his way to the bathroom in the next instant.
So here he was, up against a wall as the guy undid his pants with one swift motion and palmed his dick with another. Yixing let out a sigh and then the guy dropped to his knees, his lips wrapped tightly around Yixing's cock, sucking and pumping. And it made Yixing feel so at peace, here in this dark and musty bathroom in some random club with a total stranger giving him a blow job. It made the ringing stop and replaced it with a feeling Yixing was sure he would never feel again: happy.
It felt like forever, the anticipation of an orgasm building violently in Yixing's stomach as the sucking continued, but then Yixing was coming all over the floor. He wasn't done yet, though; even as his body shuddered and ached with every tiny touch, he spun the guy around and pushed him against the other wall, sliding his pants down and parting his legs open as quickly as possible before the orgasm finished. Then he wet his fingers, inserted them into the stranger's ass, and finger fucked him for a few seconds before pressing up against his back and pushing his cock inside. He thrust once, and the guy let out a guttural grunt, and then another one, and Yixing closed his eyes and surrendered to the moment, the sheer salaciousness of this random hookup. But in the next instant, his eyes flew open and he was looking at his disjointed reflection in the broken mirror.
His hair was all mussed up, and not in the sexy way the stylists liked to make it before a photoshoot, but in a way that screamed what a disgusting and worthless human being he really was. His lips were bright red, swelling from the experience of the intense kisses. His eyes were bloodshot and Yixing could feel his reflection fading in and out, but it wasn't drunkenness that was making this happen. No. A single tear slid down his face. Yixing was a fucking wreck.
He pulled out almost aggressively and then the guy was sliding to his knees, hands clenched around Yixing's cock and lips pursed to suck, but Yixing pushed him away No, he said, his voice cracking Go home.
You want to go home? he guy said, peering up at him from between Yixing's legs. His face morphed into a smile, and Yixing knew he had misunderstood. I'll take you home, babe.
No, Yixing spat You need to go home. And with one steely look, Yixing pulled his pants back up and put his shirt back on, struggling to avoid meeting this complete stranger's eyes.
Can I get a name at least?
Yeah. Luhan. Yixing opened the bathroom door and made his way through the ever thickening crowd, brushing shoulders with everyone he had never known, feeling more alone than ever.
part three
It began with a bright red straw in a pale icy drink. One minute, Yixing was sipping some delicious beverage, and the next, he was being shoved against a bathroom wall, lips mashing violently against his and hands grabbing insistently at his clothing. He heard glass shatter and felt a sharp pain on the nape of his neck but just as quickly, the sensation was replaced with a gentle suckling sensation against his clavicle. Finally, the ringing in Yixing's ears ceased.
Some guy had sidled up to him while he was at the bar, drinking whatever it was he had pointed to on the menu, and said by way of introduction, You're new here. Yixing turned, like a deer caught in headlights, and locked eyes with a tall guy with vivid blonde hair. He simply nodded, and turned back to the bartop, his heartbeat accelerating with every tense second that passed. When he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, Yixing resisted the urge to turn around, knowing that this was his rerogative, his decision to make. The softest of whispers in Yixing's ear Let me show you the ropes. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. And despite all the voices in his head screaming No, don't do it, think about Luhan, Yixing was standing up and making his way to the bathroom in the next instant.
So here he was, up against a wall as the guy undid his pants with one swift motion and palmed his dick with another. Yixing let out a sigh and then the guy dropped to his knees, his lips wrapped tightly around Yixing's cock, sucking and pumping. And it made Yixing feel so at peace, here in this dark and musty bathroom in some random club with a total stranger giving him a blow job. It made the ringing stop and replaced it with a feeling Yixing was sure he would never feel again: happy.
It felt like forever, the anticipation of an orgasm building violently in Yixing's stomach as the sucking continued, but then Yixing was coming all over the floor. He wasn't done yet, though; even as his body shuddered and ached with every tiny touch, he spun the guy around and pushed him against the other wall, sliding his pants down and parting his legs open as quickly as possible before the orgasm finished. Then he wet his fingers, inserted them into the stranger's ass, and finger fucked him for a few seconds before pressing up against his back and pushing his cock inside. He thrust once, and the guy let out a guttural grunt, and then another one, and Yixing closed his eyes and surrendered to the moment, the sheer salaciousness of this random hookup. But in the next instant, his eyes flew open and he was looking at his disjointed reflection in the broken mirror.
His hair was all mussed up, and not in the sexy way the stylists liked to make it before a photoshoot, but in a way that screamed what a disgusting and worthless human being he really was. His lips were bright red, swelling from the experience of the intense kisses. His eyes were bloodshot and Yixing could feel his reflection fading in and out, but it wasn't drunkenness that was making this happen. No. A single tear slid down his face. Yixing was a fucking wreck.
He pulled out almost aggressively and then the guy was sliding to his knees, hands clenched around Yixing's cock and lips pursed to suck, but Yixing pushed him away No, he said, his voice cracking Go home.
You want to go home? he guy said, peering up at him from between Yixing's legs. His face morphed into a smile, and Yixing knew he had misunderstood. I'll take you home, babe.
No, Yixing spat You need to go home. And with one steely look, Yixing pulled his pants back up and put his shirt back on, struggling to avoid meeting this complete stranger's eyes.
Can I get a name at least?
Yeah. Luhan. Yixing opened the bathroom door and made his way through the ever thickening crowd, brushing shoulders with everyone he had never known, feeling more alone than ever.
part three