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“Huh, what a long day,” said the over-worked man while strolling on the busy street by himself.
“I can’t let my birthday pass just like that,” a long sigh was heard among the crowd.
Ayato continue strolling through the street until he met with a big neon sign written. ‘Crimson’.
“Well, look at what we have here. Maybe one glass or two are better than nothing.”
The said man brings his tired figure down to the bar.
“Welcome to Crimson! What we could help you there?” the waiter greet me at the entrance.
“For one person, please.”
“Follow me, sir. I'll show you the seat."
He slowly follows the waiter's trail to his chair. The moment he sits in here, with the loud music and the waiter’s greets in the background, he knows he fucked up.
Ayato doesn’t notice the man behind the counter starting to approach him until the tall figure start saying, “First time here? What do you want to order, sir?”
“Ah, yea… Does it show? I just randomly choose a bar to spend my birthday at, and this one caught my eye. One glass of bourbon and ginger ale, please.”
“A great choice! Coming through your way."
"Not really, you just look beyond shocked and red all of sudden," the man behind the bar continue.
“I-I’m sorry, just didn’t expect this was that kind of bar.”
“Ahaha! You’re a funny one. Most of the customers here come to spend the best night of their life or they are just delusional enough that if they came here every day, they can fuck the ‘Oni’. Pretty silly if you ask me.”
“Who is the ‘Oni’?”
“It’s your lucky day, sir. Tonight is the ‘Oni’ performance after his departure. You just wait,” said the bartender while handing him his whisky.
“Thank you.”
Ayato sits there quietly while eyeing the bar’s interior and occasionally sipping his whisky in his right hand. The bar is spacious and pretty well designed, he thinks. With black and red dominating the interior. Vintage furniture can be seen here and there. The lighting lit dimly like the most of bars, but the stage got the bright light for an obvious reason.
Suddenly the music stopped and a figure showed up on the stage.
“Hello everyone!! It’s nice to finally see you guys here again. I miss you all! Don’t cha miss me too?”
“I MISS YOU SOO MUCH MY ONI!”
‘Ew, a fucking masher. How disgusting,’ Ayato thought to himself.
“AHAHA! I like the enthusiasm!”
‘What a boisterous voice.’
The so-called ‘Oni’ for Ayato was fine. He’s tall, even taller than Ayato. With beautiful tan skin and red tattoos decorating his body. His hair looks so soft to the touch with a white mane framing a small face. Ayato thinks the hair was the Oni charming point. But oh man, look at that chiseled abs and tiny waist. Now, Ayato understands why they are all delusional enough that the Oni will let them fuck that glorious body. ‘
Though the Oni was a mere human, not an actual Oni. Of course, it’s the 21st century duh. He just has that Oni persona with a striking fake red horn and sharp canines to die with.
He stops his daydreaming when the boisterous voice starts saying something he doesn’t really catch.
“I hope you are all coming here prepared cause this might be one of the best nights of your life!!”
Ayato just knew whatever this man will gonna do wouldn’t make him prepared.
Lights go off. The Oni slowly steps forward toward the front of the stage, the clink of his high stiletto was loud with how the bar suddenly got quiet. Too consumed by the white-haired man in front of them. Confidence oozed from him with every stride. He makes all pairs of eyes directed at him and oh so effortless.
The more step he takes to the front of the stage, the more his red robe rides up slightly showing a tantalizing view of tan skin. Stopping at the edge of the stage, his grin got wider, and he starts hiking his robe up a little further, just enough to tease his audience. With just that, loud cheers and wolf-whistles were heard. Oh, how Ayato wishes he was deaf instead. How this Oni guy or any employee here could witness this every day.
“Does the crowd usually this loud in here? He barely set his foot on the stage,” Ayato asks the guy behind the bar.
“Ahah, not really, sir. It’s just because he is the almighty ‘Oni’. Who doesn’t go insane if you have him in front of you right?”
“You have a fair point.”
Ayato refocused his gaze back on the stage. He thought to join the crowd, but nah. He doesn’t have the energy to do more than starstruck in his little seat.
The Oni started to indulge more in their desire by slowly swaying his wide hips to the music while lifting the damn robe. He’s cat-walking back to the middle of the stage toward a crimson-red curtain where he appeared first. Back turned to the crowd, then he leisurely drop the red robe till it reach his elbow. The crowd goes wild with the action. It’s not even the main course yet, but the crowd surely got impatient with more to come.
Ayato won’t blame them though, cause he is no better. Every move from the bigger man up there left Ayato hard to breathe. His trouser fabric start stretching around the crotch area.
Looking back at the crowd, Ayato found the Oni already pulling his red robe tight, accentuating his slender waist. Red tint starts decorating Ayato's cheeks with the thought of encircling his hand in that petite waist and meeting his hand in between.
Suddenly the beat stop and Oni's entire red robe drops to the stage. Without the robe in the way means that Ayato can see the white haired man's silhouette more clearly. Ayato can see how the garter strains those full pectoral and how the garter looks like it might burst soon. He also can see how the Oni perfect ass bounces at the same time he sways at the beat. How tan skin glows under the dim light of the bar. How that pec, or boobs at this point, strain under the crisscrossing of tight leather. How does the garter make his chiseled abs and V-line at his wide hip more prominent. And with how the most perfect ass he has ever seen in Ayato's life is wrapped in the black leather thong.
Coming here to celebrate his sad birthday, wasn’t a wrong choice after all.
Ayato can’t process it all at once. His eyes keep darting around that perfect boobs for some reason. He never realized that he had a thing for boobs or man pectoral in general, but now he did.
After making the crowd gape and awed uncontrollably, the latter start to reach the pole in the middle of the stage so casually. The Oni elegantly press himself against the pole, feeling the cold metal touch his bare skin. Then he starts to slowly swirl on the pole and arches forward with a slow body roll. Wide hips almost grinding against the hard metal. He tips his stupid little head back as if goading his audience to do him right here right there. As the beat at the chorus kicks, he starts to gather more speed and strength around the pole before hooking one leg around the metal and kicking off the ground with a ballerina spin. He makes it look easy.
While the music continues, he starts to climb high and higher to the pole. He bends himself almost in half mid-hair while doing the split. Oh, how many muscle cores does this man have.
The song gradually reaches its climax. Then the Oni's lower half starts making a V shapes thing by bringing himself closer to the pole and slowly loosening his grip on the pole to slide his body down toward the floor of the stage.
Everybody cheers and gives him a standing ovation. Ayato knew the other performers did great, but the white-haired man did better.
Lots of applause and shouts accompany the Oni way out of the stage.
After that performance, Ayato thinks he can watch any performance again. The Oni is just out of this world. No one ever captivated Ayato and left him speechless, as much as the Oni did.
A familiar voice came at the back. “Is this the best birthday ever, sir?” the Bartender asked him with a smug smile decorating his face that was farmed with a gold lock. “I told you the ‘Oni’ just… Yeah, you know what I mean right?”
“Yes.”
“Ahaha! You’re really love-struck by him huh?”. Out of nowhere, the bartender said, “Want to talk to him?”
“N-No! I mean no, I’m good thanks.”
“You look like you quite enjoy that. Wait here.”
“Woah! Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”
“The Oni!” the bartender calls him over.
Oh, he really fucked up this time.
“Hey, Thoma! Good to see you there! Is it your shift now?” a delighted voice carries over the music, the sound of heels following after.
“Oh, you brought a new friend?! Sorry for not noticing earlier, I’m the Oni or you can call me Itto all of my friends call me that. Cause you’re Thoma's friends, so that means you’re my friends too!”
What a ray of sunshine.
“H-Hello. I’m Ayato. I’m just a newcomer here nothing sort of like ‘Thoma friend’. I just met him two hours ago. Great show by the way.”
The latter just slowly trailed his gaze into Ayato's bulge.
“Haha, indeed!”
How humiliating.
“It’s his birthday today!” Thoma exclaims, grinning uncontrollably. “I thought, I could give some extra-special gift to the lonely man here.”
“Hey!” Ayato protested.
“Ahaha Thoma! Sure, I guess I was the gift then?” Itto giggles a pretty sound that matches the hint of pink on his cheek.
“I-” Ayato sound like all the air is grabbed out of his lungs, face flushing a dangerously warm shade of red. “You can’t trust a stranger like that Itto-san. It’s dangerous. What if I was a serial killer?”
“You’re not a stranger. Thoma took an interest in you so you must be a good guy.”
Grinning, the Oni or he should call Itto slowly lowers himself down onto Ayato’s lap until he’s got his legs caged between his thighs.
Ayato’s brain short-circuits.
“So tell me, birthday boy, what do you want me to do?” Itto purrs, moving his hands so he can drape them loosely around Ayato’s neck.
“Cute. You seem jittery, big boy. Do I make you nervous?”
“A-A bit.”
“Aww,” Itto coos. “I don’t bite!!”
Then he processes to lower himself to Ayato’s ear, then whispers to him, “Unless you want me to.”
With that sharp canines, if Itto bites him, he will gladly serve his nape all time all day.
“I’m joking dude! No need to be so overworked over that,” he says, with his boisterous voice.
“No!” He flinches with how eager he sounds. “I mean- Uh. I don't- I don't want you to stop," he quickly finishes.
“I see then,” said the Oni while leaning himself closer and one hand splayed on Ayato’s thigh so close to his crotch.
“Does the birthday boy want a special, private show?”
Ayato don’t believe the voice he would make so he just nodded.
“I can’t understand you. Use your words, big boy.”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes, what?” Itto bring his hand closer to Ayato's crotch.
“Yes, p-please… Please give me your private show.”
“Good boy.” Itto purrs. “Follow me, big boy.”
Ayato obediently follows Itto through the unfamiliar hall. Thoma wolf-whistling behind him as he leaves. But, he barely notices anything except how Itto’s hips sway from side to side seductively as he walks and the small talk Itto keeps throwing at him.
Finally, he arrived at the smaller private room on the second floor. With dim red light decorating the interior with a velvet red sofa at the corner of the room.
He isn’t aware of his surroundings until he’s being pushed onto the sofa and Itto’s hands pressing firmly on his chest to force him down.
He surprises himself by finding the act of being manhandled turns out is very appealing to him. Dick twitches in his pants, clearly agreeing.
“Wait here, big boy.”
Leaving his side for a moment, Itto strolls his way toward the door to nudge it shut. It’s deafening. Ayato feels the atmosphere shift in no time and a heavy mass starts adding to his weight.
“Well, since I’ve got you all to myself… What do you think of a little birthday lapdance?” his voice becomes more sultry with each word rolling on his long pierced tongue.
Ayato flushes a deep shade of red. Swallowing hard. Adam's apple bobbed up and down. It’s not like he didn’t know what was coming. He just… words can’t come out of his mouth.
“I…”
“What’s the matter, big boy?” Itto smirks.
Eyes drifted down to Itto’s lips in an instant. The latter lips just look so plush and kissable, so sweet. He wants to get a taste. He is desperate.
“I-I’d like that,” he finally breathes out.
A long pause.
“P-Please…”
“Good boy.”
It doesn’t take too long for Itto to make a mess of Ayato’s trousers. He keeps grinding and grinding till what Ayato thinks is just yanks the damn fabrics off and bends the other man in half on the red sofa.
“So good,” Ayato sighs, eyes shut hard. Itto grinds back at just the right angle to rub against his most sensitive part, causing him to tighten his grip on the sofa.
“A-Ah… Feels so good Itto, Ngh! P-please don’t stop!”
“Don’t worry big boy, I’m not planning to do it soon” Itto crawls closer to Ayato's side inhumanly close and starts murmuring something into his ear.
“The night just getting started, dear.”