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Peach knew Thee's gaze was piercing, but this time it was messing with him, turning him inside out. Those gray eyes were full of unspoken words traveled down his body, over his lips, over his collarbone that gently peek out from under his shirt.
Every time Thee looked at him, he felt naked, stripped of everything, unable to hide anything. He had the power to do that to Peach. He was dominant, filling the room with cutting tension.
Thee lifted his wineglass and brought it to his full lips, letting the purple-redish liquid slide down his throat. He had his legs crossed, his body perfectly covered by the crisp fancy black suit.
Everything about him was meticulously perfect, and that intrigued Peach. As immaculate as he looked every time he saw him, somehow Peach knew there was no effort on Thee's part to look that way. It was natural, intrinsic. It was Thee.
"You're staring," Thee said without any alarm, pulling the pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and placing them on the table.
"I'm not," Peach said, trying not to let the nervousness leak out of his voice, biting his lip and clumsily gripping the glass of his drink.
Peach looked away when Thee smiled at him, as if he didn't believe a word that was leaving Peach's throat.
"I don't like smoking while I'm with other people, but seeing you like this makes me want to smoke the whole pack," he began, placing the white cigarette between his lips, smiling and watching Peach's every move.
In Peach's mind, everything unfolded slowly. It was strange how light he felt, aware of every muscle moving in his body. He wanted to watch Thee more and harder, wanted to feel him touching him, destroying him.
Everything about him was fascinating, and the way they were complete opposites made Peach want to explore him completely. Every part, every inch.
He was strangely attractive. Not just because he had the perfect body and face, but because of his manner. The way he looked deep into Peach’s eyes as if undressing him with his gaze, the way he made him breathless when he smiled discreetly.
He was that unique man. The one everyone stared at when he walked by, the one everyone wanted a piece of.
Peach felt limp in his presence, boneless. Every movement was almost executed with fear, with anxiety to see what would happen next.
Thee took the golden lighter out of his pocket, offering it towards Peach while still holding the cigarette between his plump lips.
There was already that atmosphere between them. That tension waiting for just one slip to ignite, to burn away everything around them.
Peach swallowed hard, feeling his lips part with a nervous breath. He carefully picked up the lighter, brushing his fingertips against Thee's palm.
And he couldn't lie, that tiny touch stirred him. That simple, almost imperceptible touch of flesh on flesh was gripped by Peach with everything he got.
In fact, a touch wasn't even necessary.
When Thee got too close—letting the expensive Versace perfume intoxicate him—it was like Peach almost could touch him for a few seconds. He found himself glued to him, taking what he wanted, receiving everything he was afraid to take but wanted more than anything.
And when he came back to reality, it was as if minutes and minutes of carnal contact had passed between them.
He felt the heat spread through his neck, sweat wetting his back in a thin layer.
Letting the heat from the lighter warm his hand, Peach leaned forward slightly to light the cigarette between Thee's lips. The tip turns red as the fire consumes it.
Thee had that look in his eyes as he watched Peach approach him, smiling as he walked away, leaving the lighter on the table.
"Good boy," Thee murmured softly, drawing in a puff of smoke and tilting his head back to exhale.
"Why?" Peach asked suddenly, taking another sip of his drink.
"Why what?" Thee asked unfazed, smoking casually, raising the wine glass to his lips one last time, drinking everything that was left behind.
"Why do I make you want to smoke the whole pack?" he asked warily, his cheeks already a little flushed against the yellow lights of the bar.
With a low, muffled laugh, Thee leaned back in the chair. "Because I want you and I can't have you like I have others, Peach," he drew in smoke with his gold-ringed fingers around the cigarette, "That's why I'm going to smoke the whole pack until my head is clear enough to forget how much I want you."
Peach felt his lips tremble with anxiety, his heart quickly reminding him that he was there, pulsing and pounding for him to hear.
Thee was too provocative, perhaps even more so than he imagined. Peach assumed he didn't know how much he could mess with someone, get inside their head and corrode any rational thought that dared to pass through there.
But before Peach could respond, a handsome young waiter crept up to the table, almost slipping past so as not to disturb them.
"S-Sorry to interrupte. You can't smoke in here, sir. If you want to smoke, please do it outside."
It seems that neither the waiter's over-politeness or the way he flinched at their presence made Thee consider leaving the table.
He just looked at him blankly, took another drag before saying, "If anyone's bothered by my smoking, let them leave then. And if anyone else comes to scold me for it, we'll have a problem, hm?"
Seeming completely unable to say or do anything, the waiter simply left them alone again.
Left behind were Thee and Peach, enveloped in each other's presence.
The soft clink of cutlery and the distant voices were a reminder that Peach wasn't alone with Thee.
Straightening his posture, Peach felt a little relieved not to have to answer Thee's heated question.
But he seemed to have forgotten who was in front of him, staring at him like a prey.
Thee cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows as if waiting for Peach's answer.
Peach seemed lost in his thoughts, and before he could let reason take over from emotion, he spoke almost in a whisper: "You can, you know?"
“What?” Thee asked curiously, drumming his fingers on the table. He wanted to hear.
“You can have me.”
Thee smiled, his eyes shining with excitement.
The nicotine burned slowly, releasing a thin smoke that filled the air between them.
And Peach couldn’t breathe. Not because of the cigarette, but because of the way Thee was looking at him.
It didn’t take long for him to make the first move. Thee approached him, inhaling the cigarette smoke, and with his other hand, he slid his thumb across Peach’s bottom lip.
Peach closed his eyes in response to the touch, the taste of alcohol suddenly intensifying with saliva pooling on his own cheeks.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Peach.” Hearing Thee warn him like that strangely stirred him.
He felt that knot of anxiety in his stomach, wanting to tease just a little more.
As if facing a challenge, Peach tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows, as if challenging him.
Thee smiled, running his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head. “Don’t tease me, or you’ll regret it.”
Drinking the rest of his drink, Peach waited for something to happen. With a distinctive sound, Thee pushed Peach's chair closer to him with one hand while staring at him.
“Come on,” Thee began with a serious expression. The smoke from the nicotine being burned danced through the atmosphere. “Show me how much you want it.”
Peach swallowed hard. Suddenly, he felt like everyone in the room was looking at him, waiting for his next move.
Seemingly sensing his discomfort, Thee spoke. “Are you uncomfortable, baby? I can send all these people out of here if you want.”
The nickname burned the moment it entered Peach’s ear, spreading through his body like a burning ember.
No words could clear Peach’s lumpy throat. He struggled, but it almost hurt. Accepting his silence, he simply let his humid desperate breath escape from his full lips.
Nervousness escaping through the gentle flutter of his trembling fingers, Peach leaned a little closer and let his hand slide over the expensive fabric of his black suit.
It was exactly as he had imagined. The fabric was soft, and he could feel his hard abs beneath the cottony touch.
Thee simply allowed it. He leaned his elbows on the arm of the chair, revealing the firearm hidden at the side of his chest, secured by the black harness.
Peach wasn’t scared when he saw it, just surprised.
Thee watched him with curious eyes, capturing every expression that softly appeared on his face.
Touching the gun with his fingertips, Thee smiled slightly in response. “Are you scared?”
Unable to respond, mesmerized by the touch, Peach only sighed deeply. He grew more nervous as Thee’s gaze intensified.
He continued touching, feeling the cold metal, exploring every inch of his covered body he could without having to fall off the chair to do so.
“You’re not scared, are you? You like it?” Without giving Peach time to respond, Thee took his hand free of the cigarette and wrapped it around Peach’s throat. Without squeezing, without letting go.
It just lay there, warm around his neck, feeling the pulse of his blood-filled jugular vein.
Peach blinked away the shine that filled his eyes. The hand on his neck wasn’t squeezing him, but he couldn’t breathe anyway.
Thee moved closer, Peach’s hands digging deeper into his black suit.
And as if it were normal, Thee came right up to him, letting their lips brush against his, still holding Peach in place.
He slid his fingers into Peach’s brown hair, pulling his head to the left forcefully, eliciting a surprised whimper from Peach.
Exposing his pristine white neck, Thee scraped his sharp teeth across his skin, licking a long strip that sent goosebumps through Peach.
Thee stared at him a little longer with those eyes before walking away as if he hadn’t just made him hard in his pants with a lick on his neck.
Looking at the two security guards surrounding the small table, he said with na authoritative tone, “Get everyone out of here. Stay outside.”
Peach swallowed hard, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was getting up from their tables, leaving the place with frightened and curious looks.
“Why did you do this, Thee?”
Peach asked, startled by the power Thee wielded. Simply making a dozen people disappear like mist with the snap of a finger.
“Because I can.”
Thee took a final drag on the cigarette between his fingers, stubbing out what was left in the ashtray on the table.
Peach looked at him like a good boy, waiting for orders to do whatever Thee wanted.
Now that they were alone, it was different. It was hotter, more suffocating. Anxiety knotted his throat, adrenaline surged from his feet to his head.
“Aren’t you going to show me? I took everyone out of here so you could show me how much you want me.”
Peach didn’t wait. Like a desperate thing, he pulled the back of Thee’s neck closer, kissing him greedily.
Immediately their tongues met, the taste of cigarette smoke flooding Peach’s mouth without warning. Thee’s thick lips devoured him. He pulled, licked, ate everything.
And he swears he tried to hold back, but in vain, a tearful moan left his throat, vibrating between the wet contact of their tongues. Thee smiled, “Pretty little thing.”
Peach kissed him more while Thee just stood there, feeding on his desperation, opening his mouth and receiving moans in return.
The sound of saliva dripping between their hot touch, their lips meeting. Thee pulled Peach’s hair again, pulling his head back, exposing his immaculate neck.
He sucked on his adam’s apple, leaving a purple stain where his lips danced across his skin.
It was dirty. Peach felt filthy. Hard even before being kissed. In a random bar where countless people saw his desperation to have something.
But he couldn’t bring himself to care one bit. Not when Thee pulled his hair with such authority, not when he had that dirty mouth that made his knees weak.
Thee pulled his lower lip in, sucking with a loud noise that echoed with the bar’s ambient music. Looking at him with dark eyes, Thee whispered, “What do you want?”
Peach didn’t answer; he pulled Thee by the tie and kissed him again. Quickly, clumsily. Just to feel it one more time.
He bit Thee’s abdomen through his shirt, still squirming in his own chair to reach what he wanted.
But when it became too uncomfortable, Peach fell to his knees with a thud.
With hurried movements, Peach unzipped his tailored pants, burying his nose in the underpants that accommodated his already semi-erect cock.
Unconsciously, Thee reached for his brown hair, tangling the soft strands between his long fingers.
When Peach sucked through the fabric of his underpants, looking directly into Thee’s eyes, he laughed.
He really laughed. A loud laugh, all teeth bared and everything.
It sent a shiver through Peach’s body. The deep voice penetrated his very core.
“Look at you. You play hard to get, but at the first opportunity you’ll fall to your knees for me.”
Peach closed his eyes in embarrassment, still rubbing his nose against the erection growing beneath it.
Thee took another cigarette from the pack, placing it between his wet lips and lighting it as he closed his dizzy eyes.
“They’re all like that. But none are as beautiful as you, Peach. My beautiful Peach.”
The more Thee talked, more Peach wanted it.
Without waiting another second, he pulled his hard erection from inside Thee’s pants.
It was heavy and wet in his hand. But Peach honestly didn’t look at it much. He focused more on bringing the tip to his lips, flicking his tongue out as he licked, capturing the flavor on his palate.
Peach watched him as he licked slowly, capturing the expression of ecstasy in Thee’s eyes.
“That’s it, love. Go faster, hmm?” Thee exhaled the smoke in one go, emptying his lungs and everything that was stuck in his throat.
Another shameful sound left as he finally took the whole thing in his mouth, clinging to Thee’s knees as if it could save his life.
It was heavy on his tongue, but so good. He imagined how he was looking like this: on his knees, crying in a sexy mobster’s cock, almost cumming in his pants from doing this.
It made him hotter, more needy. Peach moved his mouth up and down the length slowly, gasping for air as he did so.
Thee held him in place, Peach felt his gaze burning where he worked on his cock.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
He should have been scared when he heard the swearing. But all he could do was moan into Thee’s cock, gagging a little, letting saliva pool on his cheeks.
And when Peach sucked harder, releasing the cock from his mouth with a dirty pop, Thee moaned.
His own cock was already twitching incessantly in his pants; It hurt too much not to touch himself. But Peach was so afraid of what Thee would do to him if he dared touch himself that he just accepted it.
Peach sucked on the head again, sliding his tongue in a circular motion this time. The grip on his hair intensified as Thee pulled him down aggressively.
The husky moan filled his head, coursing through his body like a drug. Peach wiggled, trying his best to relax his throat.
"I bet you'd suck me under the table when everyone was still here, wouldn't you?”
Peach wanted to say no, but all he could do was suck harder, sucking in his cheeks, feeling the weight on his tongue. Thee pushed up a little, letting out a husky grunt as he squeezed the brown strands between his fingers.
"Fuck. Keep going."
Feeling bold, Peach took the entire length into his mouth, looking up at Thee. He held the thick base, teasingly rubbing the tip between his lips, enjoying watching Thee bite his mouth in response.
Thee gripped the arm of the chair between his fingers, threw his head back, and cursed at the top of his lungs. The forgotten cigarette burned between his fingers, spreading that smoke that mixed with his scent.
His knees were already aching, the burning in his throat nearly making him give up. But the urge to please was stronger, so Peach continued to play with the cock in front of him until Thee had enough.
"Keep it up and I'll cum in your mouth, baby," Thee said, his voice rapturous, husky, and filled with pent-up moans.
Without complaning, Peach continued with his mouth movements, sticking his tongue out and licking from the base to the tip again.
"Open your mouth for me, beautiful thing."
Peach did. Stuck his tongue out and waited for Thee to masturbate lewdly in front of him until his orgasm approached.
He kept his eyes open for as long as he could, watching every sinful expression Thee made.
When his movements became sloppy and his mouth opened with a loud moan, Thee came, directing the tip into Peach's mouth.
A bit of the white liquid ran down Peach’s lips, dripping onto his pants. He swallowed as Thee recovered from his orgasm, still looking perfect. Not even a single hair out of place.
It was salty and sweet at the same time, and Peach took it all. He leaned on Thee’s knees to stand, groaning in pain as his knees buckled.
A soft laugh escaped Thee’s lips as he pulled Peach’s waist toward him, taking him onto his lap with his free hand.
Immediately, a new series of desperate kisses began. It was as if neither of them could get enough. Thee pulled from one side, Peach from the other.
Their teeth gnashed in excitement, their tongues met in need. Peach almost cried when Thee squeezed his clothed erection for the first time, smiling when he saw the other’s reaction.
“Please,” Peach begged, feeling the hot kisses trail down his neck.
Thee let the cigarette burn between his lips as he ripped off Peach’s shirt in one motion, immediately rolling his fingers over his sensitive nipples.
“F-Fuck...” Peach had to hold on. Tight. With one hand on Thee’s neck and the other on his tie, holding on as if he might actually freefall.
Thee wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough either. He rubbed the buttons with just the right amount of pressure, rolling them between his fingers and kneading the flesh.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Thee murmured in a more soft, husky voice this time.
“Are you going to cum like this, baby? Got too excited after swallowing my cum?”
“Nghh,” was all that came out of Peach’s throat as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
When it became desperaly too much, he reached for the middle of his pants, lowering the zipper. Thee didn’t let him continue for long, tho.
“No,” he said authoritatively, gripping Peach’s cheeks with a firm grip. “Open your mouth.”
Peach opened it, watching the most seductive scene of his life unfold before him: Thee inhaled the cigarette between his fingers before stubbing the butt out in the ashtray. With his cheeks thick with the smoke of the burnt nicotine, he blew it into Peach’s mouth, kissing him as he did so.
He moaned shamefully into the kiss, clinging to the addictive taste escaping Thee's tongue.
"Do you like it?" Thee asked between the wet kiss, "Do you like the taste of cigarettes in my mouth, of my gun pressing against your desperate little body?"
Peach couldn't answer that. Not when he didn't even know why he liked it so much. The forbidden, knowing that Thee could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
So he just moaned, throwing his head back as Thee sucked his earlobe into his warm mouth.
"Answer me."
"Y-yes. Y-yes, fuck. I like everything about you."
Thinking it would go unnoticed, Peach rolled his hips forward slowly, subtly. But obviously, Thee noticed.
He gripped his waist tighter, squeezing so hard he would leave bruises later.
Peach's body was too much. Masculine enough, delicately feminine in all the right places.
Thee simply devoured him completely. Squeezing, biting, sucking. Everything he was entitled to, everything Peach gave him.
"Up," he murmured hoarsely.
Peach's pants were ripped off after his shoes and socks, leaving him in only his underwear, which marked his aching erection.
Wasting no time, Thee stood up and swept the glasses off the table. The sound of the glass shattering on the floor was almost muffled when all he felt was Thee pressing him against the table, pushing his back down.
"You want this so bad, don't you?" Thee began leaving hickeys on the back of his neck, dragging his tongue over his sweaty skin.
With his left hand, Thee raised Peach’s hands above his head, preventing him from touching anything.
Peach was drunk with desire, wanting anything to ease some of the excitement that was making him dizzy.
Rolling his ass backward, Thee laughed, still holding him still on the table. "Look at that. Desperate."
"Yes. Please, Thee, please."
"Ask properly."
Thee squeezed his ass with his free hand, pulling the hem of his underwear down, letting them fall to his trembling ankles.
He didn't want to beg, didn't want to give this man who had everything in his hands everything he wanted on a silver platter. But it hurt so much his head was spinning.
The taste of nicotine lingered in his mouth, the tightness around his wrist cutting off his blood flow.
So, half-unaware of what he was doing, Peach begged, offering himself more to him. "Please, Khun Thee. Eat me, fuck me, do anything to me."
And even without seeing, Peach knew Thee had a huge smile on his face. In reward, he bent down, grabbing Peach's neglected, soaked cock to stroke it a little.
Peach had never seen himself like this. Moaning uncontrollably at just a touch of his cock, talking dirty and shamelessly.
"So wet."
It felt like heaven as Thee masturbated him. Finally, that wave of relief washed over him, leaving him boneless, limp on the table.
It didn't last long, however. Thee completely stopped moving his cock, leaving him with nothing to hold on to.
Thee free him from the grip to let his large hands caress his ass, spreading it to expose his pink hole, Peach wanted to melt into the table. "Fuck," he moaned through a broken voice.
The rustling of a piece of clothing hitting the ground indicated that Thee had removed his black jacket of his suit, probably too hot to remain fully dressed.
Peach leaned on the table to look back at Thee's immaculate, sexy perfection behind him.
Thee pumped his cock a little again, and he groaned in response. He collected enough precum to spread in his right hand, lightly inserting the tip of his thumb into his hole.
Peach didn't complain. Quite the opposite. He pushed his hips back, feeling Thee's hard erection brush against his bare ass.
"Shhh. Be a good boy and wait."
"Ngh," Peach tried to protest without sucess.
A finger slowly entered the wall of muscle, leaving Peach with that feeling of being full.
And he liked it, really liked it. Especially when Thee began to move his finger inside him, hitting the sweet spot that made him tremble.
"Fuck. S-So good," Peach managed to say between the sea of incoherent moans leaving his throat.
"Sucking me in. So beautiful."
Peach tried to hold on to the edge of the table, biting his lip to hold back his desperate whimpers.
And nothing seemed enough. He wanted to scream, to beg Thee to go harder, faster.
After a while of opening Peach up, he was already stretched enough, wanting enough.
So Thee inserted two more fingers at once, hearing a sexy curse in response.
It felt good, so fucking good. The glide of his fingers against his prostate, the way Thee groaned at the sight of fucking Peach with his long fingers.
Then he quickened his pace, mercilessly hitting the perfect spot inside Peach, pounding with just the right amount of pressure.
"A-ah, a-ah, a-ahh, Thee. F-Fuck, no, I—"
And god, Peach had never come like that in his life. The orgasm knocked him out, filling his mind with that deafening sound, leaving him dizzy for just a second longer.
Thee showed no mercy. He kept pounding into his prostate until Peach begged him to stop.
His fingers left his entrance with a wet, obscene sound.
And Peach had thought he was done, he really was. But when he felt Thee's wet tongue lick a stripe of his entrance, he moaned too loudly for his own good.
"Fuck! No...Thee, fuck!"
He didn't listen, instead thrusting his taut tongue into his hole, making Peach scratch the table with his short nails.
From then on, Peach came undone, letting the tears stream down his face, clenching around Thee's tongue.
"Oh my god, Thee... So good, s-so fucking good."
Thee sucked harder, eating him so well that Peach thought she would pass out.
He pulled away after he thought Peach had moaned enough.
And as if he didn't weigh a gram, Thee flipped him over on the table.
And even though he couldn't see clearly due to his orgasm, Peach moaned as he tried to focus on Thee. The black harness held the firearm to his left side. His tie hung loosely over his white dress shirt.
And damn, his erection still showed through his underwear, even after Peach had made him cum in his mouth.
With a firm grip, Thee approached like a feline, wrapping his white thighs between his fingers and lowering himself to suck on the inner skin of his groin.
He left purple marks, biting hard, squeezing until his knuckles turned white.
Peach let him. He accepted everything as he squeezed the black strands between his fingers, moaning Thee's name.
Beginning to trail kisses up Peach's body, Thee sucked the head of his used cock in, swirling his tongue over the slit. Peach trembled with overstimulation, but accepted.
Finally reaching his lips, Thee kissed him slowly, making Peach moan like a little thing as he tasted him.
Peach unconsciously brushed his fingers against the gun held in its holster, earning a smile in return.
Seeming to understand what Peach wanted, Thee pulled away from his warm body to remove the gun from its holster, leaving it beside Peach's head.
"What do you want, hm?" Thee asked, his eyes filled with desire.
Peach smiled, already hard again where Thee's covered erection brushed against his. He reached for the gun, gripped the tip, and brought it to his lips. Sensually, he sucked on the tip of the gun, flicking his tongue out as he did so.
"Shit, what the fuck—"
Thee looked surprised, but couldn't stop biting his lip as he watched Peach suck on the tip of a loaded firearm as if it were a large cock.
With a sudden movement, Thee removed the gun from his lips, observing how beautiful he looked with his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and the necklace crooked around his neck.
"Desperate little slut, you're crazy.”
Peach moaned.
Thee pulled his cock out again, leaning on the table to rub his throbbing erection against Peach's.
The contact was exquisite, but Peach desperately wanted more. He clung to the loose tie, sucking in Thee's bottom lip, and whimpering into his mouth.
Thee thrust forward as if fucking him, squeezing his erections between his hands as he fucked his cock into his.
"Thee... Fuck me, p-please."
Shaking his head, Thee smiled. "Not today. If I give you everything you want, you'll get spoiled."
His movements became more erratic, his head falling onto his shoulder when the pleasure became too much.
Peach whimpered, almost wanting to let the tears roll down his face all at once. But he held back, opened his mouth in protest, and moaned.
"Fuck, I'm g-going to–," Thee moaned before coming again on Peach's stomach, biting his neck as the wave of pleasure washed over him.
He continued masturbating Peach until he came too, bending over the table and tightening his legs around Thee's waist.
When they both finally had time to recover, the smell of sex and cigarettes seemed to permeate the entire bar.
Thee kissed him slowly, placing kisses all over Peach's beautiful face.
It seemed silly to feel this way, but Peach truly felt love in that delicate touch, in the adoration that escaped those gray eyes.
"Let's go," he murmured as he got dressed, helping Peach pick up his clothes scattered on the floor. "Let's go home where I'll fuck you in my room."
Peach felt his cock twitch with excitement, but quickly retorted, "Didn't you say a few minutes ago that you weren't going to fuck me so I wouldn't get too used to it?"
The looked at him with a smirk.
"Yeah. I changed my mind."