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Virgil was frowning into his whiskey, sitting alone at a quiet table in this smallish but reasonably classy bar that he was oh so familiar with. It had been a long week, he’d worked several double shifts due to various employees having personal crises. It’s not like it was their fault but Virgil reserved the right to feel bitter about it anyway. It was midsummer and the bar was always busiest then, so he usually liked to avoid working too much at this time. That was the advantage of being a manager, he was in charge of the rota and could usually work the schedule more or less to his liking. He sighed and took a swig of his drink. It was a bit strange to be here on his day off but he had really needed a drink and had just found himself wondering into his own bar where the booze was free. He felt the stress and tension in his shoulders slowly start to melt away as he observed this evening’s clientele. It was a mostly familiar crowd, several business people unwinding after a tough day, a few people on dates or out with friends, the standard spec. He glanced at the large framed LGBTQ+ flag on the wall and grinned.
After forty minutes or so of people watching he was debating whether or not to get another drink or to just call it a night and head home when the door swung open and Virgil glanced up to observe the new comer when his heart stopped dead in his chest. The man who had just walked in was probably, no wait, definitely the most gorgeous man Virgil had seen in his entire life. He was tall and well built, with broad shoulders and slim hips. He had a strong jaw and features, high cheek bones and caramel coloured hair that seemed effortlessly swept back from his face. And he was beaming. Virgil blinked twice and abruptly reminded himself to breathe, sucking in air and shaking his head to bring himself back to earth. Geeze, it’s not like he’d never seen a hot guy before, what was that? Virgil glowered at his empty glass, suddenly wishing more than anything it were full so he could take a gulp and feel the familiar burn in his throat. He glanced over to the bar and caught Gina’s eye. He had hired her about two months previously and she was an absolute godsend. She raised her eyebrows at him and he lifted his empty glass and she nodded, immediately pouring him another and bringing it over to him. After chatting to her for a moment he scanned the bar again, spotting the incredibly hot guy leaning against the bar and flirting with, apparently, everyone. He scowled and turned back to his drink. Why was this bothering him so much? He took a long drink and frowned as he set his glass back down. How long had it been? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe that was the problem…
He was about to get up and leave when he sensed someone slide into the booth seat opposite him, the soft leather squeaking slightly. He looked up to see that unfairly gorgeous man smirking at him, two beers in his hands. Virgil quirked an eyebrow as the guy slid one over to him. Shrugging he took a sip of his free drink and eyed the attractive stranger across from him. The man took a sip of his own beer and blinked at Virgil a couple of times. Virgil glanced at his watch and scratched his nose. The stranger drummed his fingers on the table. Virgil smirked, he would not crack first. He ran a hand through his purple-streaked hair and then reached into his pocket to get out his phone. He internally cheered as he heard an irritated sigh from the man across from him.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” he asked, sounding perhaps slightly irritated. Virgil glanced up at him as he frowned. How could someone’s voice be sexy, for fucks sake!
“What, I didn’t ask you to buy me a drink. That was all you buddy,” Virgil replied, shrugging and taking another sip of his beer.
“Alright, Hot Topic, chill out,” the guy replied, fingers still drumming the table absentmindedly. “What’s your name?” he asked quietly, giving Virgil an intrigued look, long dark lashes blinking over bright green eyes.
“It’s actually Nunya,” Virgil replied smirking slightly. The man’s brows drew together in confusion
“What?”
“Yeah, as in nunya business,” Virgil felt a shit-eating grin spread across his face as the man blinked in surprise and suddenly laughed.
“Geeze, man, have you never been hit on before?” the guy asked, still laughing a little “Either way, I can take a hint I’ll go if you’re not interested,” Virgil smiled genuinely at that
“Nah you can stay, my name’s actually Virgil and I’m a grade A asshole so you better get used to it, pal,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. The guy was grinning back at him now
“I’m Roman,” he offered, taking another sip of his drink.
“Cute name,” Virgil mused, index finger tapping his glass absentmindedly “Goes with your face,” he added to see what would happen and to his delight a slight blush spread across the man – Roman’s – cheeks.
“Why thank you,” he replied with a sly grin, recovering quickly “You’re not too bad yourself,” he tossed Virgil a wink and Virgil scoffed
“You always this full of yourself?” Virgil asked, eyes narrowing as he took in Roman’s smug expression. Sure, he was damn good looking and it was pretty obvious the guy was aware of it, but modesty was a good look on anyone in Virgil’s opinion. Roman shrugged and abruptly downed the rest of his beer. Virgil’s eyes widened as he leaned over the table, getting into Virgil’s personal space
“How about we stop beating around the bush. Virgil, you’re fucking gorgeous and I could show you a good time if you’re willing. One night, no strings attached, amazing sex. How ‘bout it babe?” Roman was close enough that Virgil could feel his breath on his face, he had spoken so quietly but with such confidence, Virgil was most displeased to find that he was definitely turned on. But he also wasn’t going to give in that easily. Blinking a few times to gather himself, he leaned even closer to Roman, allowing a smug smile to pull at his lips as he let his eyes roam over the other’s face.
“Oh please, Roman, you couldn’t handle me,” Virgil had almost whispered it, but he was close enough to see Roman’s pupils dilate and to spot the minute shiver that seemed to run down his spine
“Wanna bet?” Roman smirked and then abruptly grabbed Virgil’s leather jacket and pulled him into a scorching kiss. Virgil let out a soft squeak in surprise but immediately melted into the kiss, tangling his fingers gently into Roman’s hair and suddenly tugging hard. Roman gasped and Virgil took advantage of his surprise by slipping his tongue into his mouth. Roman was pulling Virgil even closer now, playfully nipping his lower lip and sliding one of his legs against Virgil’s under the table. Virgil’s head was starting to spin when suddenly Roman was pulling away. Virgil whined slightly before he realised what he was doing and abruptly snatched his hands back from Roman’s hair. Roman looked absolutely wrecked with swollen lips, his hair mussed and pupils blown wide and damn if Virgil hadn’t been inclined to say yes before he sure was now. Apparently sensing his victory Roman shot a smug smile over to Virgil as he pulled out his phone
“I’ll call us a cab, your place or mine?” he asked, grinning wickedly as he lifted the phone to his ear.
“Fuck. We’re going to mine, pretty boy,”
Virgil grinned as he pushed Roman up against the door to his apartment, having just shoved him inside and turned the lock. They had made out in the cab, and in the entrance hall to his building, and in the elevator, and in the hallway and now Virgil was good and hard and very much hoping to keep up the trend. Roman tugged on Virgil’s hair as Virgil continued pressing him into the door, running his hands down his sides and over his ass. He was so ridiculously gorgeous Virgil could hardly believe his luck as he connected their lips once more, allowing his hands to slip underneath Roman’s shirt and run appreciatively over abs and pecks. He moaned happily into Roman’s mouth as Roman’s hands slid down his back and onto his ass, squeezing and kneading a little.
“Mmmm, shall we go to the bedroom or do you want to do it here?” Roman asked huskily, kissing his way down Virgil’s neck. Virgil shuddered and stepped back raising an eyebrow as Roman practically pouted at the loss of contact.
“Bedroom, c’mon, move your ass,” Virgil instructed, shrugging off his leather coat and kicking off his shoes before making his way over to the bedroom, flicking on the hallway light as he went. He glanced around his own room, relieved to find that it wasn’t too messy at this particular moment. He felt strong arms wrap around his middle from behind as Roman began kissing his neck again, he slowly slid his hand into Virgil’s pants and began trailing one finger teasingly up his length over his boxers.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Virgil?” Roman murmured, his lips right against Virgil’s ear and Virgil shuddered. He quickly yanked Roman’s hand out of his pants, spun round and gripped Roman’s shirt tightly, pushing them towards the bed.
“Actually, I think I’d rather fuck you, if you think you can take it,” his voice sounded husky even to him. It was Roman’s turn to shiver as his knees hit the edge of the bed
“Do your worst,” Roman whispered against Virgil’s lips, and Virgil felt himself grin wickedly. He leaned closer, kissing Roman gently and slowly, moving his hands to lightly rest on Roman’s chest. He felt more than heard Roman’s contented sigh and he felt himself grinning as he mustered all the strength he could to abruptly push Roman down on the bed. He smirked as Roman took a minute to compose himself after being forcefully knocked back. Virgil didn’t give him much time to recover. He was on him again in a moment, kissing and biting and licking as he attacked the buttons on Roman’s shirt, pulling it off his shoulders the moment he was done. Virgil sat up a little to pull off his own shirt then he moved down Roman’s body to tug off his jeans as well. A self-satisfied smirk pulled at Virgil’s lips as he removed Roman’s boxers achingly slowly. And oh god, he was so beautiful, all strong muscles under tan skin and how thick were his thighs?
Virgil wriggled out of his own jeans but left his boxers on as he leaned down and kissed Roman again, their tongues sliding together as Roman’s hips bucked up into his. Virgil groaned slightly and began moving down Roman’s body again, kissing and nipping here and there as he went until he reached Roman’s cock. He glanced up, silently asking for permission, and saw Roman gazing back at him with heavily lidded eyes, Virgil saw his cock twitch at just the position and he smirked as he tossed Roman a wink and then swallowed him whole. Roman made a beautiful sound as Virgil started sucking, alternating between working the head and then moving all the way down to deep throat him, occasionally running his tongue along the underside as he went. Roman’s hands were suddenly in his hair tugging hard and Virgil pulled off to smirk up at him. Looks like his mission to take Roman apart was going to be easier than he thought.
“Having fun?” Virgil asked lowly, still grinning as Roman tried to glare at him but it was somewhat undermined by him desperately thrusting into the hand Virgil now had wrapped around his cock. “Hmm maybe too much fun, I think you need to relax a bit sweetheart,” Virgil added, taking note of the precome now leaking from Roman’s cock. Roman whined in response and Virgil nodded mostly to himself as he decided how he wanted to proceed. He drew his hand away, much to Roman’s apparent distress, and suddenly flipped Roman onto his front. He gave him no time to recover, however, as he roughly grabbed Roman’s hips and dragged him down so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. Virgil smiled at the visual and began kneading Roman’s muscular thighs, pressing kisses to them near the curve of his ass. His hands moved up from thighs to cheeks and he grinned as he saw Roman lift his head to look back at Virgil over his shoulder, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
“Wait, Virgil, you’re not going to – “ he was cut off by Virgil spreading his cheeks and swiping his tongue over his entrance, causing Roman to cry out. Virgil was feeling so incredibly smug as he began to kitten lick all around Roman’s rim, teasing him relentlessly as Roman squirmed and wiggled under his ministrations, making beautiful, breathy noises that Virgil certainly hadn’t expected to hear from him. He kept this up until Roman seemed able to stay more or less still, then without warning he forced his tongue into his hole as far as it would go. Roman moaned loud and uninhibited, his thighs trembling, his hands twisting in the dark purple sheets beneath him. His hips were rocking back and forth as he tried to fuck himself on Virgil’s tongue and oh boy, Virgil was sure he was going to get off on this for weeks at least. “Virgil, please,” Roman whined and Virgil pulled back, licking at his entrance a couple of times
“Please what?” Virgil asked, somehow managing to sound sweet and innocent, even though his neglected cock was throbbing in his boxers. Roman whined again, still rocking his hips slightly. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” Virgil murmured, before pressing back to Roman’s entrance, thrusting his tongue in and out as slowly as he could manage.
“Please, Virgil, I need more…” Roman gasped as Virgil pulled away again. He held out his finger in front of Roman’s face, looking at him expectantly. Roman immediately took it into his mouth, coating it in as much saliva as possible. Virgil smiled as he watched Roman’s eyes flutter closed, he pushed a second finger passed his lips which Roman took into his mouth greedily, running his tongue between the two fingers.
“I know exactly what you need, Roman,” Virgil murmured, pulling his fingers away from Roman’s face and beginning to massage them around his entrance instead. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly, and Roman looked so wrecked as he nodded desperately. Virgil pushed in without further warning, not stopping until he was passed the second knuckle. He gave Roman a moment to adjust before he started pumping his fingers in and out, careful not to hit Roman’s prostate but instead to push against his walls, stretching him as much as he could. Roman was little more than a babbling mess at this point, so Virgil ran a soothing hang up and down his back as he pushed a third finger in, really stretching him now. Roman moaned beautifully, rocking back on Virgil’s fingers and Virgil grinned as he crooked his fingers hoping to find – there! Roman shivered and groaned as Virgil began firmly massaging his prostate. Feeling he had probably tortured Roman enough for now, Virgil withdrew his fingers and lightly slapped one of Roman’s thighs “Get on the middle of the bed on all fours,” Virgil instructed brightly and Roman scrambled hastily to do so. Virgil chuckled softly as he pulled his own boxers off and made his way to the bedside drawer to grab the little bottle of lube and a condom. He paused for a moment as he looked at one of his belts discarded on the floor nearby. Roman let out an impatient and exasperated huff and Virgil grinned wickedly as his decision was made. He snatched up the belt, dropping the lube and condom on the bed next to Roman. Roman’s eyes widened when he saw what Virgil was holding. He looked up at Virgil and whimpered slightly.
“Is this okay?” Virgil asked, suddenly feeling unsure, but Roman’s eyes widened further and he nodded enthusiastically. Without further ado, Virgil bound Roman’s wrists together and positioned him on his stomach, his legs spread wide. Virgil sighed happily at the sight and wasted no time in rolling on the condom and coating his cock in plenty of lube. He positioned himself on his knees behind Roman, grabbing his hips roughly and pulling them up to align them. “Ready?” he asked quietly and Roman keened, nodding desperately.
“Please, Virgil,” he whispered and upon hearing that how could Virgil do anything other than push in, groaning as he was engulfed in warm, tight heat. He thrust in slowly and smoothly until he bottomed out, pausing to allow Roman to adjust as he trembled around him. “Please,” Roman murmured again and Virgil tightened his grip on his hips holding Roman still as he began thrusting in and out, slow at first then fucking into him hard, hitting his prostate dead on almost every time. Roman seemed to be beyond moaning now, his mouth open in a silent scream as his arms and legs shook with effort as he held himself up. Virgil grunted as he moved one hand from Roman’s hip to grip his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts and Roman did cry out at that.
“Oh my god, yes, Virgil I’m going to – “ just as he was sure he knew what was about to happen Virgil grinned wickedly and pulled out of Roman, flipping him on his back and clamping his hand down on the base of his cock to stop his orgasm. “Noooooo,” Roman whined pitifully, squirming under Virgil’s grasp. He tried to bring his bound hands down to his leaking cock, but Virgil batted them away. He leaned over Roman and kissed him slowly and sweetly, keeping his grip tight on the base of his cock. He pulled back and looked Roman dead in the eyes.
“I said I’d give you what you want if you asked for it, but you never did tell me what you want,” Virgil shrugged and resumed kissing Roman languidly as he squirmed desperately beneath him.
“Virgil, please,” Roman gasped, sounding so breathless and lost “Please fuck me, please let me come,” he begged and Virgil knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, he was aching and hard and he needed the release almost as much as Roman at this point.
“You got it, gorgeous,” Virgil murmured against Roman’s lips, kissing him deeply again before he flipped Roman back over onto his stomach, pushed his legs as wide as they would go and slid back in, building his pace incredibly fast this time. There was no way he could hold on for long as Roman moaned in bliss at finally, finally being fucked hard and knowing he would find his release soon. Virgil wrapped a hand around Roman’s cock again stroking in time with his thrusts and biting Roman’s shoulder hard. Roman’s moans were high pitched and needy now and, god that was a beautiful sound. “You sound so good, oh my god, come for me, Roman, come now,” Virgil almost shouted it, his voice hoarse, and Roman stilled, then shuddered around him as he came. The sight of him combined with his moans and the feeling of him clenching around Virgil was more than enough to push him over the edge too, his thrusts gradually slowing as he came down from his high, waves of pleasure washing over him. That was the best orgasm he’d had in, well, ever.
Both he and Roman were panting heavily, exhausted and spent. Virgil fought the inviting prospect of sleep as he pushed himself up and pulled out of Roman, kissing his shoulder gently as he did so. He pulled off the condom and tied it, tossing it into the wastepaper bin, then moving quickly to undo the belt around Roman’s wrists and kissing the slight bruises forming there. Roman smiled up at him, his eyes dazed, his face flushed as he pulled Virgil down into a soft kiss. Virgil smiled and pushed himself off the bed and to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth to wipe Roman down gently.
Once he had chucked the cloth into the sink he coaxed Roman off the bed long enough to pull the comforter back so they could both snuggle under it. He lay on his back and lifted his arm in a silent invitation and Roman lit up smiling at him as he wriggled over and placed his head on Virgil’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around his middle and trapping one of Virgil’s legs between his own. Virgil laughed at that and pressed a kiss to Roman’s head, allowing his eyes to drift shut.
“That was incredible,” Roman said, his voice low and rough “I had no idea you had that in you,” he added, chuckling to himself. Virgil snorted
“I did warn you,” Virgil replied quietly “Now go to sleep, jackass, I’m kicking you out no later than 10am tomorrow,” he added. Roman laughed and snuggled closer
“You really are a grade A asshole. I think we’re going to get on well,” Roman murmured and Virgil laughed softly, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.