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chance's shoulders slumped, the weight of itrapped's wants pressing down like a physical burden. chance and itrapped were fighting over something dumb. chance needed his space, and what better way was there than to go to a club and get drunk as fuck? yeah, he wouldn’t be able to drive themself back home, but they didn’t want to go back home anyways.
“i’m leaving. don’t ask when i’ll be back, i will be eventually,” chance said emotionlessly, knowing that would make itrapped even more angry. before he could respond, chance was already out the door with the keys to his car.
chance started to drive, they didn’t want to see anybody he knew, so they decided they would go to a club out of town. it was one they used to frequent before getting with itrapped, but they were so over him and couldn’t care anymore. being constantly used by him didn’t hurt financially, but it hurt emotionally. he was so drained and couldn’t take it anymore, and this was the perfect opportunity to find somebody else who doesn’t know about their wealth and won’t use him.
after driving close to an hour he was there. this club was always their favorite, it had the best drinks, best environment, and just overall the best club they’ve been to. stepping out of their car they approach the doors to the large place, hearing the music blast through the glass. he approached the bouncer, giving a grin before handing him his id.
“hey chance, you haven’t been here in a while eh? something happen with that boyfriend of yours?” the bouncer shot playfully, it was the same one from a few years ago. chance wasn’t THAT close to him, but they would consider him a friend. glad to know he hasn’t been forgotten.
“just need to destress yeah, got so much shit going on,” chance laughed back, giving a small nod before taking his id back and heading inside.
the place looked exactly how he remembered, just different people. he couldn’t recognize anybody here, but damn, they spotted somebody really hot. he looked to be a lot bigger and taller then him, fuck, he must’ve had a liking for that, he just never noticed.
not wanting to lose him, he immediately approaches him and he’s even hotter up close. his features were perfect. the longer chance looked at him, the wetter they could feel themself getting.
after catching the man’s attention he starts to speak confidently, “hey, what’s somebody as good looking as you doing here all alone?” chance had little to no sense of fear walking up to strangers and flirting, trusting his looks were good enough to not come off as creepy.
the man took one look at chance and responded with, “i could say the same about you, perhaps we could solve each others loneliness problems, what’s your name?” oh shit, his voice was even hotter. chance wasn’t going to make it.
they responded with a weak noise, “chance,” they wishes he wouldn’t notice how easily he was losing themself. but, his wishes went unfulfilled when the man responded.
“my, you’re quite squirmy aren’t you, yeah? do i make you nervous?” the man said teasingly before continuing, “anyways, the name’s mafioso, but i don’t think there’s a thought left in your brain to remember that,” oh how rude! they could definitely remember the name of this hot man infront of him! he tried to think of some snarky response but came up empty handed.
instead, he settled for asking him, “want to go get some drinks? that would nake this a lot more fun,” at hearing that, mafioso stood up and guided him to the bar, hands ghosting over his hips and waist. fuck, if only they were a bit closer, he swears they could get drunk just off of that.
they both sit at the bar, ordering their drinks, sitting and chatting while waiting for them.
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after they had their fair share of drinks, chance was entirely out of his mind. he assured mafioso that he wasn’t a lightweight, but, clearly that wasn’t true. well, the last time he was here he had a much better tolerance, so, to be fair, he used to not be one.
the two of them had moved to a more secluded area, getting all touchy with eachother, mafioso’s hand seeming to like staying near chance’s thighs. if they were to ask him about it he would just say it’s because they’re warm, but that wasn’t it at all. he loved how small they looked compared to him. so frail and delicate. after talking more he found out they were the same age, actually, chance was a few months older than him.
the more chance drunk, the more confident he got, slipping his legs farther open, ‘accidently’ brushing against mafioso’s hands, and slowly moving those hands farther inward. closer to the heat burning inside of them.
before he could stop themself, he could feel himself leaning in towards mafioso’s lips, wanting to catch them in a kiss with their own. they stopped holding back and crashed their lips together, moving their hands to the back of his head, pulling at their hair.
chance was the first to pull away, but seconds later mafioso pulled him back in, this time the kiss deeper. more desperate. more possessive. mafioso bit chance’s lip, earning a gasp from the man currently straddling his lap before he slipped his tongue in, letting their tongues mingle together, sharing their saliva. chance didn’t try to fight for dominace. he couldn’t. his brain was too mushy to even try.
after pulling away, all that was left was a string of saliva connecting the pairs of lips. chance let out a whimpet before begging, “please, i need more,”
mafioso immediately took this as a sign to pick him up bridal style as if he were weightless, carrying them to his room.
after reaching the room he pulled out his keycard, swiftly opening the door before dragging the other inside, locking the door behind them.