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Drink in hand, throat burning from the liquor held in it, paying close attention to one of Vander's stories. Though more focused on him than the story. Zoning out on his features, the way his lips stretched to a smile and brows furrowing along with the story, almost painting more of a picture than his words. A picture you were too distracted on the hunk of a man to see.
"Are you listening?" Vander's voice rips you from that thought. Coming back down to the booth chair, you two sat drinking away the night with no one around to witness your nightly ritual.
Smirking at the hunk of a man, looking down at your drink half finished. "What do you think? You shoot back before taking a sip, looking up, locking eyes with Vander. Watching as they flicker with understanding. It's going to be that kind of night.
"You just can't help yourself. Can you?" He says, flashing a smirk of his own while setting down his drink on the small side table.
"You know I can't. Look at you," you flirt back, tilting your head back, still keeping an eye on him with a smile staining your lips.
Laughing shyly, avoiding your eyes, knowing he would cave just by a glance, but just as the air started to loosen up, Vander's face dropped, looking at you with an uncomfortable seriousness.
"Why do we keep doing this? This never goes anywhere." He says, leaving the air in a piercing silence. He was right; your flirting and dancing around the bush for the past nights never went anywhere. As much fun as it was watching him squirm just by words alone, it was time to finally reward his patience.
Breaking that silence with the sound of your glass, almost throwing it down on the same side table, then throwing your leg over his lap. Sitting atop Vander's lap, looking down at his surprised face before kissing his lips.
Vander's eager hands cupped your face as his lips grew rough with hunger. Long heat moments, the only sounds being your rapid breath trying to find some ground in the kiss. Hands engulfed in his beard, hearing him groan as you lightly dug your nails into it.
Breaking the kiss, catching your breath, not ready to let him go loose without a bit of teasing first, "You just had to be patient," you tease, looking down at his hazed state. Quickly feeling his hands hold your hips, pressing them down, making you feel the outline of his cock that painfully pressed against his pants.
"Does that feel very patient to you, love?" he groans. Smiling widely, never having taken notice of the growing bulge that must have been staring back at you all those nights, waiting for you to cross the fine line that you danced around.
Kissing Vander's lips once again, rolling your hips against his clothed cock with fingers trailing into his hair, lightly tugging at the dark locks, pulling more moans from him. Feeling Vander's big hands squeeze and pull at your clothes, trailing up to your back, allowing him support to lay you down on the worn booth.
Quickly wrapping your legs around Vander's hips, locking him in for a long night. Kisses no longer on your lips, feeding your hunger, now dancing along your skin, having pulled your shirt up, loving the skin that it covered.
Vander's hands sparking contrast against your hot skin, the hands once feeling arms against your cheek now cold as they glided down to the hem of your pants. Moving quickly to undo them, almost ripping them from your body before throwing them to the floor. Hand on his head as feeling as Vander leans down, needing a taste of you while hushing the whines to escape from you, annoyed at his insistence on making you wait.
Moans crawl out of your throat, echoing throughout the bar as Vander's tongue works away at you, chipping away at the feral impatience that ate away at you. Hums of enjoyment vibrate against the wet skin that he sucked and licked, hands gripped onto Vander's hair as he explores every curve and crevice of you before he gets to happily stretch them to fit around his cock.
Finally satisfied, pulling away, leaving you feeling empty, but not for long, pulling you by the hips towards him with the growing mass in his pants staring back at you.
Swiftly undoing his own pants with a loud pop, groaning in relief, his cock finally freed. Drooling at the sight of him stroking his cock to harden it further, starting to sit up wanting to have a taste of your own, but gently he pushes you down, replacing your whines with moans as he enters you.
Nerves sparked through you like a flood, slowly working their way up your spine to the back of your head that dug into the booth's worn leather. Grabbing onto his arms, working through the slight discomfort, starting slow, hearing as he whispered praised encouragements.
"That's it." "Just a bit more. Fuck," he whispers, as his thighs slam against yours, slowly painting them red. Heat prickles across your skin, melting away every piece of your mind.
Taking the velvet moans that rippled from your throat as a sign to move faster. Quickly working off of each other's songs of pleasure, the booth rocked against the wooden floor. The sound of it competing with your harmonized moans, singing of all those nights of pent-up tension now being released in heated actions and moans. Stringing a long night for the both of you, with Vander after the first serving round after round.