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"Bro, someone who is totally your type just walked in."
"Oh, does she have double Ds and tattoos?"
"Nah, he has a stick up his ass and his clothes are worth double our net worth.“
“I told you I’m not into guys.”
“You literally had my dick in your mouth.”
“I did that for research.”
“Were the results inconclusive and that’s why we fucked after?”
“…fuck you.”
“If I remember correctly, it was the other way around.”
Kayn downed his shot in one go and laid his head on the table.
"Gross, you'll be sticky.” Ezreal looked at him with unconcealed disgust, prompting Kayn to lay his forearms next to his head. So he can get his hands sticky too. Because again - fuck Ezreal.
The green-haired man just sighed and looked around. His eyebrow rose up when he noticed the totally-not-Kayn's-type observing them. Ezreal winked at the man, receiving a slight nod back before he turned back to the manchild next to him. The taller of the two finally stopped acting like a child and got up from the table, now trying to catch the bartender’s attention to order another drink.
"What are we having?" Kayn turned to Ezreal, a dangerous look in his eyes.
"If you order whiskey on the rocks again only to steal my pina colada I'll dump your ass on the side of the road. Get the cocktail Kayn, you're not that fragile." Kayn smiled innocently as he ordered his whiskey.
He drank half of Ezreal's drink before the other fished out an ice cube from Kayn's and dropped it down his crop top, watching with great satisfaction as Kayn yelped. But before Kayn could retaliate, the short blonde woman tending the bar slid a drink his way. “The guy sitting over there says hi.” She winked as if sharing a secret with him before bouncing off to the other side of the bar.
“Mr. tall-“
“Shut up. No. I don’t wanna hear it.” Kayn cut off the small nuisance sitting next to him, knowing damn well any comment that left his lips would make Kayn a suspect in a manslaughter case.
The purple-haired man turned around, catching sight of the guy who sent him the drink. He was looking down at his phone, a small wrinkle creasing his pale, unblemished face. His cheeks and jaw could probably cut glass with how sharp they looked and for a second, Kayn thought he will have to call the cops because it had to be illegal for someone to look this good underneath the shitty yellow bar lights. Fuck, the guy was probably even taller than him, but it was hard to judge when he was sitting down.
A strand of white hair fell into the man’s eyes and he quickly swept it behind his ear, tightening the high ponytail at the top of his head and Kayn’s throat went dry when he noticed how long his fingers were. Kayn followed the hand as it went to touch the wine glass in front of the man, taking a sip. Licking a few drops that got caught on his lips.
Fuck, it was only polite to thank for the drink before rejecting the offer, right?
Ezreal shot him a knowing look. “Don’t forget you’re not into guys, okay? It would be very awkward if you remembered while he’s balls deep in you.” Kayn shoved the other, making the bar stool stumble, before he made his way across the bar.
…
Yone had a long week, the album for the new group he was producing for was not coming together as he imagined and he had to spent hours working overtimes, rewriting and trying to fix stuff that was below his paygrade. But with the time press, everyone had to help where they could and Yone was not the one to avoid work. They managed to wrap up two hours after they were supposed to with some ends tied at least and the white-haired man was all but ready to go home and go to bed.
Except, he was cursed. Cursed with having a very annoying, very demanding, younger brother.
A younger brother that basically dragged him to this bar to get loose, to get rid of some stress his work was causing him.
A younger brother that left him completely alone five minutes in, disappearing when he saw a familiar face in the crowd.
Yone sighed, looking around at the people surrounding him. There were several sweaty couples on the dancefloor in the corner of the room, one looking particularly close to having intercourse right then and there. A group of buff man was having a very intense conversation in one of the booths and several young women were celebrating someone’s birthday.
Yone’s eyes strayed to the bar. The blonde barman looked a few seconds away from throwing out a very drunk-looking patron sitting in front of her, while a redhead standing nearby watched the situation with a very concerned gaze. The other side was not much better, there were two men with brightly colored hair that were bickering over something, their movements very animated and Yone’s mouth quirked up in a smile when he saw the teal-haired man make eye contact with him and wink.
Yone’s attention went to the taller one, who was trying to look as edgy as possible. There was smudged eyeliner around his eyes, at least a day old, maybe more. His hair was holding its shape due the power of hair gel and sheer willpower and his roots badly needed to be recolored. All around, the guy was a bit of a mess, not reputable in the slightest. The press would have a field day if they saw him on Yone’s arm. As if being gay was not enough. Now he’s picking up lost causes. No wonder he fell off.
There were numerous tattoos that caught Yone’s attention. Most of them sneaking around the guy’s forearms and shoulders, dipping down below the cropped jacket he was wearing, but Yone’s eyebrow rose up when he saw something black peeking from the waistband of his pants, on his lower back.
Screw the press. Yasuo did tell him to have fun. Yone finished his wine and got up, making his way to the bar where he made his order.
Yone took his drink and returned to his table. He made his move, and now it was time to wait. If the other wanted to come over, the invitation was very clear.
And apparently well received, as Yone felt a sharp gaze on the side of his head. He ignored it, scrolling through the calendar app, acting disinterested before he heard the chair next to him squeak when another person joined his space.
...
Kayn’s brain was going into overdrive, he might have not thought this one through. He was always more of act-first-think-later kinda guy, but he had no idea how to talk to someone way out of his league. Not that he was interested in being in this guy’s league. Attractive people were just intimidating, that’s all.
“Uh, hey.” Kayn was just proud he didn’t stutter on the single-syllable word that came out of his mouth. His body tensed when the guy in front of him raised his head and made eye contact with him without hesitation, his eyes scanning Kayn’s face.
“Hello, did you need anything….?” The white-haired man tilted his head, waiting for an answer and Kayn felt his throat go dry. Did he need anything? Probably. Most definitely. There was no way in hell he was asking for it.
“To say thanks. For the drink.” Maybe he shouldn’t have dropped out of high school, did they teach conversation skills there?
“I don’t think that’s it. Why did you really come here?” The guy was so confident it made Kayn absolutely terrified. He knew Kayn was full of shit, the look in his eyes skeptical. And when his fingers accidentally brushed Kayn’s wrist as he reached for his wineglass, goosebumps formed on Kayn’s skin. But he was not giving up on his goal to thank the guy and leave.
“It’s just polite to thank someone who bought me a free drink, you know?” The older man just quirked his eyebrow before he moved his arm underneath the table, laying his hand near Kayn’s thigh. Okay, he might be giving up on his goal to thank the guy and leave.
“Sure, it is. But you are not the polite type, are you?” The guy leaned over as he whispered the words just for Kayn to hear, his nose touching the short hair above Kayn’s ear. His hand moving to touch Kayn’s leg, drawing small circles with his thumb.
Kayn’s body was frozen in place and the older man was growing concerned. He wasn’t sure if it was his aggressive flirting or the other being uncomfortable. He started to move away but strong fingers closed around his wrists, preventing him from doing so. Bingo.
“What’s your name?”
“Kayn.”
“Yone. Want to get out of here?” The guys didn’t need to tell Kayn twice before he got up and almost ran to the bathroom.
...
The doors of the bathroom closed loudly behind them and Kayn’s hands were on Yone in seconds, feeling the lean muscle hidden underneath the suit. Who the fuck wears a suit to a bar anyways. Pretentious fucker. Except the “pretentious fucker” was not willing to deal with Kayn’s hands ruffling up his perfectly styled clothes and he caught his wrists, holding them in front of him.
“You’ll listen to what I have to say.” There was authority coming off the man, but Kayn was not one to bend over because an older guy told him to.
“No.” He bared his teeth, looking defiantly into Yone’s eyes, his whole body expecting a fight. Yone was wholly unimpressed, his gaze cold as before as he looked at Kayn’s attempt to look intimidating.
“Kneel.” Even with his hands held in front of him, Kayn cockily leaned against a wall, one leg bent and leaving footprints on the paint behind him. “No.” The smaller man tilted his head, a smirk stretching his lips.
Yone was a patient man, his brother could attest to that, but he would not let a brat ten years his junior disrespect him. Before Kayn could react, Yone’s hand left Kayn’s wrists and shot up, his fingers closing around the smaller man’s throat, squeezing the sides. The white-haired man could feel Kayn’s Adam’s apple bob underneath his palm, watching as goosebumps raised on the other’s arms. Yone stepped up his game a bit and moved closer, pressing his thigh against Kayn’s crotch, effectively pinning him in place and feeling the younger’s erection stir against his leg.
The older man moved his thigh a bit and applied more pressure around Kayn’s neck, watching the other go almost cross-eyed. His pants were strained, and he heard a quiet moan leave the smaller man’s throat before suddenly letting go, leaving Kayn to collapse against the wall.
“Kneel.” Gone was the fight with which the smaller man was eying him just moments ago, before he was brought to the brink only by a bit of choking and a fucking thigh. Kayn was debating disobeying again, but fuck, his dick was begging for release and there was a chance the older man would just get up and leave, leaving Kayn desperate with only his own hand to help. In a public bathroom. With Ezreal somewhere outside, ready to make fun of him. No fucking way.
The younger man swallowed his pride and all but gracefully fell to his knees, looking up at the man above him through his eyelashes.
If Kayn’s father saw him right now, he would wonder how smashed in kneecaps were not enough to beat the fag outta his disappointment of a son. Sucks to suck. Literally. He should’ve just finished the fucking job and straight up killed him back then, just to make sure.
Still, the two-year old injury was making kneeling in a dirty club bathroom, sucking off a guy he just met, as painful as possible.
It would be funny, imagining the man rolling around in the early grave he put himself into. Except it wasn’t, because his upbringing was in its own way successful, and there was a part of Kayn that was so disgusted with himself in that moment that it made him wanna run away from whatever the fuck he was doing just now. Thankfully, that part was getting very effectively silenced with the soft hands running through his hair, cupping his cheeks as Yone examined his face.
Kayn wiggled, trying to shift his weight so the kneeling isn’t as painful when he noticed the man above him taking off his suit jacket and folding it over, handing it to Kayn.
“Put it underneath your knees.” Kayn’s eyes bulged out in shock, the thousand dollars’ worth suit jacket and the dirty bathroom floor not mixing in his eyes. Yone sighed before he leaned down, pushing the piece of fabric underneath him.
“If you want me to stop, say red. Or squeeze my leg three times if your mouth is otherwise occupied.” Yone straightened up and Kayn swallowed hard, looking up at the man towering above him, his pupils widening at the realization that this was really happening. The hand in his hair tightened its hold and Kayn nodded in agreement.
“I need verbal agreement.”
“Yes.” Yone’s gaze softened a bit and he leaned down again, pressing a soft kiss to Kayn’s lips, biting gently at his lip and coaxing Kayn’s mouth open. It was easy to navigate the smaller man into opening his mouth and allowing Yone access, making the kiss grow messy and deep very quickly.
Kayn’s pants were not helping the frustration as his hard length strained against the front of them. An embarrassing whine left his mouth as he felt Yone’s fingers slide from his hair and grip the back of his neck, forcing the purple-haired man closer to him. And when he noticed Kayn’s hands reach for his arms, Yone pulled away, just out of reach.
“Good boy, no, stay down.” The blush that appeared on Kayn’s cheeks was instant as he felt his cock twitching at the praise. One of Yone’s hands went back into Kayn’s hair as he used the other to unzip his pants. Kayn’s eyes widened at the length that sprung up in his face, long with a slight curve and a prominent vein running on the underside. He swallowed hard he noticed two silver bulbs decorating the shaft near the head.
“What the fuck, Yone.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover. Now, open wide.” Yone tugged on Kayn’s hair, leading his dick between the other’s open lips and pressing inside. Kayn breathed in deep through his nose as Yone forced Kayn’s head down his length, feeling the other gag. Yone waited for Kayn in case he wanted an out but when he felt the younger man swallow around his length and buck his head against Yone’s hands he moved his other hand to Kayn’s hair and started to move it, fucking his throat slowly, but deeply.
Kayn was trying his hardest to not choke, the obstruction in his throat sending warning signals through his entire body. The precum tasted salty, followed by the metallic feeling of the piercing. But when he felt Yone’s fingers gently stroke his scalp as he moved his head on his cock, followed by more praise, he felt the resistance leave his body. His body relaxed, the pain in his knees moving to the background as he concentrated on the rhythmic movement, the wet sounds and the smell he already associated with the Yone.
His head felt fuzzy, as if full of cotton when he ran his tongue around the length in his mouth, accidentally scraping his teeth on the piercing on the underside. The “careful” coming from Yone’s mouth felt miles away, as did the feeling of the older man quickening his pace, forcing his length deeper into Kayn’s throat before he pulled out, coming on the younger man’s face, careful to avoid his hair.
With the length leaving Kayn’s throat, his head started to finally clear up and his own hard leaking length came into the forefront of his attention.
“Good job, Kayn. Come here, up.” Kayn followed as Yone pulled him up, wincing at the pain that shot up through his legs at the change of positions. “Shh, it’s okay.” It took Yone wiping off the tears that fell down his cheeks for Kayn to realize it was not only cum covering his face. He tried to clean it away, but the older man caught his arms before he could.
“Let me take care of you, you’re all pent up.” Yone moved his leg between Kayn’s thighs, pressing it hard against his crotch as he felt the younger man rub against it, chasing his release as he hid his face in Yone’s forearms, careful to not dirty the older man’s shirt as he came in his pants.
“You got awfully obedient like that.” Yone’s voice brought him back to reality and the realization of what he just did started to hit.
“Fuck. Shit. I’ve gotta go.” His breath was quickening as he attempted to tear himself from Yone’s touch, his eyes erratically darting around the room, looking for an exit. But before he could run out in panic, Yone pulled him back in, burying Kayn’s face in his shirt as he held him close, feeling the other shake and hiccup.
“Did I hurt you?” Yone was growing worried, the panic attack making him question if he had gone too far.
“No, hell it’s just, wrong. Sick. I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t.” The words were interrupted with Kayn’s attempt to catch his breath and Yone only held him closer, waiting for him to calm down.
It took a few minutes and Yone was thanking the god’s that the bar had single-person bathrooms as dealing with any of this would be extremely unfortunate in a bathroom stall. He waited until Kayn stopped shaking, his body now only trembling, still hidden in Yone’s shirt.
“I ruined your shirt. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t think you would care about that.”
“Can’t afford to replace it.”
“It’s fine, I can wash it. Or buy a new one. Don’t worry about that.” Yone pried Kayn’s hands from his shirt, pulling the other away to look into his eyes. “Let me clean you up.”
Yone pulled him close to the sink and turned the tap on, waiting for the water to grow lukewarm before he took a piece of toilet paper and started to wipe the mess on Kayn’s face off. Cum, tears, bits of eyeliner. “There, all good now.” The white-haired man pressed a kiss to his forehead as he looked into his eyes. An idea shot through his mind as he picked up the suit jacket still lying on the ground and looked through the inner pockets.
The pocket-sized eyeliner he brought to work to keep himself presentable was where he expected to be and Yone gently touched Kayn’s chin as he held it between his fingers.
“Close your eyes.” Feeling exhausted from the encounter and from his breakdown, Kayn listened, feeling the gentle touch of an eye-pencil touch his eyelids, followed by a thumb smudging it out in an attempt to imitate the earlier look.
“Here, all good.” Kayn looked into the mirror. Except for the puffy lips and slightly red eyes, he looked all new. The amazement in his gaze made Yone finally acknowledge the decision he unknowingly made thirty minutes ago.
“Come home with me, I want to see you again.” And despite everything in his brain screaming at him to not do it, to pack his bags and run away as fast as possible, Kayn pulled the older man down to his level.