Damian's POV
"Stop acting like you don't have other partners," I said, squinting at Mark.

"Okay, you win this round," he chuckled.

"What made you drop by in my city?"I asked, settling down on the couch.

"Hmm," Mark rubbed his smooth chin. "I missed you... I missed your third leg more, but that's not the point, he grinned.

Bentley flushed, turning his head and pretending not to have heard.

"Poor kid. He's not used to Mark and his vulgar mouth yet, "I thought.

"Hey! Why don't we all go to a bar? I'm dressed already," Mark said.

"Thanks, but I'll skip," Bentley said with a fake smile.

"Yeah, you just got back from a journey. Are you allergic to sleep? Go back to your place and get some rest. We can go tomorrow," I said.

"Aww, that's not fun at all" Mark pouted, standing up. "Good night, fellas. I'll be back tomorrow."

I escorted him to the door. "Well, good night—"

He grasped my white shirt, pulling me into a kiss. I gripped him by the waist, savoring the taste of his delicate lips I'd missed. A hand crept around my neck, closing the gap between our bodies. Thin fingers slowly grazed my chest down to my abdomen, arousing the curiosity of what would happen if I gave in to his seduction at this late hour.

I stopped, taking a step back, a disappointed sigh escaping my mouth. "l won't deprive you of sleep today. You should be grateful."

"What?! Are you being for real?" he yelled, a light shade of pink on his face.

"I never asked. Let's continue," he said, moving closer with a sly smile.

"No," I shook my head, catching his hand before he could reach me. Leaning forward, I whispered in his ear in a deep tone, "You won't be able to walk all day. You better get some rest."

Mark froze, his face turning red. I smirked at his reaction. "Good night," I said, shutting the door.

I exhaled, glancing at Bentley. Although buried in the pages of his book, his flushed cheeks, stiffness, and wide eyes were enough to tell me he had been watching.

I hoped it wasn't too weird for his homophobic ass.

Starting a conversation with him right now would only make things more awkward. I took the elevator to my room, heading straight to bed.

***

Mark barged into the room, showing off his dazzling black suit. "So? What do you think?" he smiled.

This isn't my aesthetic, but I wanted to match with you," he said, glancing at my outfit. "You're not taking your jacket?"

"No, I replied, adjusting my folded sleeves.

"Eh, you look sexy either way," he shrugged.

Mark glanced around the room. "Where's your friend? He's not coming?"

"Are you stupid? Why would he go to a gay bar?" I snapped, smacking his head.

"Ow! What was that for?" he half-yelled.

"Nothing. Let's go," I said, opening the door for him. "Bottoms first."

"What a gentleman," Mark flashed a smile.

I trailed behind him as he headed to his car. We got to the venue after a while.

Stepping into the club, hefty bodyguards trailed behind us. As if his dazzling outfit wasn't enough, he grinned, throwing money like Halloween candies as he walked.

Some rushed to grab as much as they could, acting like animals that had experienced fifty years of drought. I sighed, watching my steps to avoid coming into contact with those uncultured people.

I hated loud music, the poor lighting of late-night parties, and clustered people. Mark was the opposite. I had to tag along because he was my best friend. I liked the drinks and the fact that I sometimes networked with valuable men in high places.

"Let's get drinks," he said, pulling me to the bar stand.

We ordered drinks and proceeded to the VIP section, taking a seat in a dark corner. The VIP lounge was quieter but darker in terms of lighting. It was occupied by a few rich men relaxing and enjoying wine.

Before I could blink, we were surrounded by male prostitutes in provocative wear, showing a lot of skin. I sipped my drink without sparing them a glance.

Prostitutes were also available for people who didn't mind sleeping with strangers, like Mark.

He grinned as they touched him sensually, close like moths to a flame.

"Mr. Mark, how was your trip?" they asked in unison.

"Good, good" he replied, nodding.

"Where's Nate?" he said, glancing around.

"He's feeling a bit under the weather. He couldn't make it today," one of them, in shorts and a see-through shirt, answered.

"Really? That's so sad. I might visit him," Mark sighed, acting like he genuinely cared.

"Do you know his address?"

The young man shook his head, his hair dyed pink. "Sorry, I don't."

"Are you for real?" Mark exhaled in disappointment.

According to Mark, Nate had the best dick in the bar. I'm certain that was the only reason he was quick to visit this place.

I shifted my gaze to a prostitute trying to get closer to me. I scowled, passing my message with a glare. He flinched and retreated.

"Ah, I missed this bar," Mark said, squeezing the ass of the pink-haired guy with a smirk. "l would have loved to devour these, but I'm playing bottom tonight," he smiled, darting a look at me, his eyes burning with desire.

With disappointed expressions and sighs, the prostitutes left one after the other.

I returned his smile, leaning to kiss him. He parted his lips, letting me gain access to his tongue. His mouth was warm and sweet, the taste of wine lingering.

Mark crawled onto the couch, settling on my lap and cupping my face. I grabbed his waist, impatiently fondling his backside.

Savoring the moment, I took my time caressing, teasing, and slowly tracing every inch to relearn the curves and flawlessness of his skin until we gave in to our lustful desires.

Author's note:
Sorry for the late update, I take longer time to edit smut scenes.

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