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After weeks of nagging, Iso finally gave into Jett's persistent pleading for him to come to one of Raze's parties.
"Come out with us sometime," she said to him. "It'll be fun! I'll introduce you to some new people."
So here Iso was, on a Saturday night, barely dressed for the occasion and hesitant to walk in. He breathed out a long sigh as he seriously reconsidered turning around and simply walking back home.
He and Jett just weren't wired the same. Jett may enjoy the weekend going out with her large group of friends, but Iso needed a different environment to unwind. Namely, his bedroom back in his apartment, falling asleep to his night playlist.
He jumped out of his thoughts as two stranger pushed past him, almost knocking down the doors while laughing as they joined the fray.
He should stop stalling.
Iso removed his earbuds and tucked them away safely into his back pocket, pushing open the doors to make his way in.
Music pounded his eardrums as soon as he entered, topped with loud shouting and commotion.
Raze really had gone all out. The hall was large and dark, only occasionally lit up with flashing strobe lights and colored beams hung from higher floors. She must've had some serious sponsor to rent this whole place out.
Iso struggled to push his way through the thick crowd gathered in the lobby, searching for a glimpse of white hair.
Someone caught his shoulder. Iso turned to meet a friendly, grinning face.
"Hey! Iso, right?" She shouted over the music. When Iso nodded, the girl let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank fuck, finally. I must've stopped at least five other guys who I thought could be you!"
She rolled her eyes. "Anyways. I'm Neon. Jett wanted me to find you and lead you over go where our guys are at." Neon lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Now come on, new guy. And don't lose me in this crowd."
Neon led him across the hall to the other side, where there sat a small bar serving drinks to the masses. A group of people were crowded around each other to the left, laughing as they drank.
Jett spotted the two as they began to thin out from the crowd and waved. "Hey! Iso! You made it."
"Course I did." Iso said, sitting down. "Would I go back on my words?"
"Guess not." Jett shrugged. One of the people sitting next to her suddenly cleared his throat rather abruptly. "Oh! Sorry, I should introduce you to these guys."
She gestured to the people sitting and standing around her.
"You know Raze, of course." She said, nodding. "And I see you've met Neon too. This is Gekko–"
"Hey," Gekko said, grinning at him.
"–Phoenix, Killjoy and..." Jett trailed off, the smile fading from her face. She frowned and furrowed her brow. "Wait where's..?"
She glaced at everyone for a confused moment before shaking her head. "Nevermind, he'll turn up soon." She muttered, mostly to herself.
Raze suddenly clapped, surprising everyone. "Alright!" She shouted. "Let's get this party started then!"
Iso remembered the rest of what happened as a blur; Music, shouting and laughing over cheap stories or jokes.
Eventually he excused himself to grab a drink.
He let out a sigh as he leaned against the counter, thoroughly overwhelmed by all the energy. A bartender was busy making drinks over by the shelves.
"Hey." Said a voice to his right. Iso turned, surprised. Someone stood there, leaning his back against the wooden counter. And he... holy.
"Uh, hi." Iso said, half-stunned.
He really was a knockout. Iso carefully controlled his gaze so it wouldn't wander down to the openings in his halter top, which left him staring at the stranger's face. Unfortunately, his face was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. Iso silently thanked God that the other had jacket on to cover up his arms, otherwise he wasn't sure he'd be speaking coherently right now.
"I don't think I've seen you around before." He said, tilting his head a bit. "Of course, I'm not exactly what they call 'socially adapted' either. Are you new?"
"I... this is my first time." He cringed inwardly at himself. "Here." Iso added. "First time coming here for this."
The stranger nodded. "And you are...?"
"Li Zhaoyu." He answered. "But, most people call me Iso."
Recognition flashed across the other's face. "Oh," he said. "You're the one Jett was talking about earlier."
Iso vaguely remembered Jett pausing while introducing him to her other friends, and his heart jumped for a moment. God... surely this wasn't..?
"Kiritani Ryo." He said. "Yoru, is what Jett would've told you. Probably was supposed to meet you earlier. I guess you could say I kind of ditched."
Yoru looked Iso up and down for a moment. "You know, Jett never told me you were such a cutie. Maybe I would've been more inclined to stick around."
Iso was startled by this comment and couldn't think of any response.
"Well, you're here now." He said. "Have I caught your attention?"
Yoru's eyes sparked. "You could say I'm intrigued." He said smoothly. His jacket slid off one of his shoulders as he straightened himself up, teasing an image of nicely toned arms. "Would you be so kind as to entertain me for the night?"
"..." Iso couldn't find a way to respond to that. Yoru got the message, however.
He grabbed a bottle and poured a shot glass. "You want a drink first?"
Iso looked at him. "Why?"
"Because." Yoru picked it up and swirled its contents. "I think you'll need one for confidence."
They had only just found a quiet, hidden corner in the stairwell when Yoru grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a rough kiss.
He felt a tongue force its way in and made an effort to keep up with Yoru's pace. His hands wandered to hold the other's waist and pressing their hips together.
Yoru let out a muffled groan, slowly grinding against him.
Iso subconsciously gripped him harder.
"... Just so you know," Iso said when he pulled back. "I don't do this often... ever."
Yoru ignored him, pushing him so he leaned his back against the stairwell.
"Shut up and just relax." Yoru muttered to him, dropping down onto his knees.
What Iso learned about Yoru was that he was extremely quick about getting to the point, but excruciatingly slow and tedious in execution.
He'd wasted no time in unbuttoning Iso's jeans and yanking them down enough to free his cock.
Iso shivered as Yoru lightly ghosted his fingers over him. Not quite touching, but close enough for anticipation.
He watched as Yoru brought it closer to his mouth and give the tip a few, patient kitten licks. At the same time, he slowly ran his index finger along the underside.
Iso twitched. "Yoru, can you please–" He gasped as Yoru interrupted by taking half of him into his mouth. "... get on with it." He finished shakily, the feeling of warmth enveloping him.
Yoru slid his hand father back to make room for himself, taking more of him in as he pressed his tongue up, dragging it against it.
Iso found himself bringing a hand into Yoru's hair, not quite tugging at it, but enough to mess it up from it's slicked back state.
Yoru was looking up at him with unreadable eyes, strands of hair now falling over his eyes.
He made eye contact with Iso and let out a low moan.
"Fuck–" Iso gripped Yoru's hair tighter and barely suppressed the urge to thrust forward.
Yoru's eyelids fell half closed as he rested his hands on Iso's thighs and forced the rest of it down his throat. He let out small, muffled moans, sending shocks up Iso's spine.
Iso bucked his hips helplessly, shaking. He scrambled for a grip on the stair railings behind him so his legs wouldn't give out. Already, he was ridiculously close.
Yoru pulled back all the way, leaving Iso weak and quivering against the wall. In this short reprieve, he slid down to the floor. He brought his hand down between his legs, desperate for release.
A hand gripped his wrist.
"Not yet." A firm voice muttered in his ear. "Be patient for me."
Iso wasn't sure why, but he nodded, his eyes closing.
I want to be good for you, he thought deliriously. I'll be good.
Yoru stripped himself of his jacket and his pants. Tossing them aside, he straddled Iso's hips, sliding off his jacket as well and leaving him in just a compression shirt.
Yoru leaned over him and kissed him again, this time slow and more intimately.
Iso heard the pop of a cap and felt a shift of movement. His thoughts faltered as he realized what Yoru was doing.
He didn't need to see it to understand what was happening. Just thinking about Yoru opening himself up with his own fingers, covered in slick, made him lose his mind.
Iso could hear quiet, wet noises as his tongue swirled against Yoru's.
"Iso," Yoru whined breathlessly, teasing Iso with the sound of his own name.
Iso took a shaky breath in response. "How many?" He asked. His forehead was pressed against Yoru's.
"Three."
God.
He gulped. "You..." he trailed off, mesmerized in the deep clarity of the other's dark eyes.
Yoru shifted again, lifting himself up a bit on his knees and leaning forward to cage in on Iso.
"Is this ok?" He said quietly, his breath ghosting over Iso's face. Iso nodded slowly.
"Ok," he said, barely a whisper.
Yoru lowered himself down. His breath hitched as it prodded the sensitive rim, but relaxed himself as he pushed Iso in, letting out a quiet sigh.
"Iso," Yoru called to him again. "You're so..." His eyes fluttered shut in concentration as he slid down another inch.
Iso stared at him, his mouth falling open. "I'm...?"
"More, please..." Yoru's eyes opened. "Help me." He semi-pleaded.
Iso wrapped his hand firmly around Yoru's waist. He glanced up at him, searching for confirmation in his eyes. Yoru once again let his eyes fall shut and nodded.
He pushed him down gently until his hips were flush with his.
Yoru breathed out a high-pitched "mmghh" that singlehandedly shut down every last thought in Iso's mind.
His heart pounded in his chest as he waited. After what felt like too long, he spoke. "Are you–?"
"Beg for it."
Iso stared at him.
Yoru stared back with taunting eyes. "How will I know how badly you need me?" He cooed. He brought a hand under Iso's chin, tilting his face upwards to look at him. "Go on."
He was playing with him. And Iso was helpless to his demands.
His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to speak.
"Please," he called hoarsely.
The grip on his jaw tightened. "Please what?"
Iso closed his eyes in shame. "Please move." He said in a whimper.
He felt Yoru's hand fall away. "Good boy."
Yoru moved at an excruciating pace. He rolled his hips continuously, sending waves of raw pleasure that flooded Iso's senses. But it was never quite enough. Iso wondered if Yoru would make him beg again if he asked.
Then realization dawned on him.
"Yoru," He gasped between sharp grunts. "Do you, ah, get tired from that?"
Yoru slowed to a stop. "What are you proposing?" He asked in a low voice.
Iso grasped gently at his waist again, and flipped the two of them over so that Yoru had his back pressed against the wall.
"Let me do this for you?" Iso whispered. "Please?"
Yoru inhaled sharply.
"Ok." He said.
Taking a deep breath, Iso wrapped an arm around each of his thighs and gave a forceful thrust.
"Ah–!" Yoru cried out, not expecting such a harsh movement. He looked at Iso with wide eyes. "You..."
Iso thrust in again, making the other man moan in earnest.
"You think I don't know what going on?" He murmured, continuing to rock against him. "This whole time... you never wanted to be in control, did you?"
Yoru gasped shakily as Iso came to a momentary pause.
"What do you have to say?" He asked.
In that moment, Yoru met his gaze. Any previous shock had melted away. A dangerous glint shined in his eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" He taunted. He spread his legs farther apart, an invitation: Ruin me.
Iso obliged.
Yoru pressed his face into Iso's shoulder, shuddering out a muffled moan as he was repeatedly pounded into.
His arms shifted to wrap around his neck, leaning in so his lips brushed close by his ear, whispering shaky yet firm words of encouragement into his ear.
"Good," he said in a whimper. "God, you're so good for me. Keep going... That's it."
And it drove Iso crazy. He held Yoru tighter, frantically leaving kisses down his neck, his shoulders, his collar bone, taking note of what got a rise out of him the most.
He let out a weak groan he failed to contain as he spilled.
He heard Yoru sigh and felt a pinch in the soft, side of his neck below his ear.
Iso hadn't realized he'd screwed his eyes shut, overcame by the fleeting yet overwhelming feeling he'd just experienced. As he slowly opened his eyes, he was immediate met with Yoru's unexpectedly soft, dark-eyed gaze.
In the post clarity, Iso felt a rush of heat return to his face. "We should..."
Yoru nodded. "Yeah."
After cleaning up (or as best they could), the two wandered out of the venue. Neither of them spoke unfil they were hit with the refreshing, cold open air. The party behind them faded abruptly to silence as the doors closed.
Yoru looked at him and smiled.
"Thanks for tonight." He said. "It was..." For a moment, Iso thought he saw a flash of bashfulness across the confident man's expression. "Nice."
Iso smiled timidly as well. "Yeah." He said. His voice shook a bit, possibly from the nerves, or the shock he retained from returning back to a clear-minded state. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"You know, uh," he said. "I'll be around the area, most of the time so... if you're ever bored or don't have anything to do..." He trailed off awkwardly. "I'm free for dinner or something."
Yoru laughed. Not in a way of poking fun at Iso's shoddy attempt, but lightheartedly, and almost a little adoringly. He pulled out his phone and handed it to Iso.
"Here." He said. "Just give me your number. I'll let you know the next night I'm free."
Once Iso had given him his contact, Yoru shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.
"And on top of that," he added. "I'll have to send you something to pay for your dry cleaning too."
He winked at Iso before turning to leave, casually whistling a tune to himself, and leaving the poor man frozen.
Iso stood there for a few minutes. He was only broken out of it by the vibration of his phone. He pulled it out and checked his messages.
It wasn't Jett, and it wasn't Raze either.
It was Yoru.
Oh, btw
You've still got a little something on the side of your neck
Iso raised a hand to the aforementioned spot, and nearly died again for the fourth time that evening when he felt the mark.
Even so, with his heart pounding, he couldn't say he regretted the night.
No, he thought, walking away. Not one bit.