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There is no better way to celebrate a long and busy day for the Full Stop Office than an equally long and busy night at the local pub—Hong Lu’s treat, and Heathcliff’s pick. Emil Sinclair declined their invite as he was simply too tired for such revelry, and it’s simply no use insisting. Besides, tonight, Hong Lu would much prefer to be solely with Heathcliff; the invitation was merely for the sake of politeness, as he knew for certain that Sinclair would not be coming with them, for the reason he just described. Oh well, his loss, Heathcliff thought.
The two sat at a corner table and Heathcliff immediately ordered two pints for them both, as well as some snacks, a little something to start the night with. Hong Lu, however, then decided to order the entire cocktail bar, “just to see what they all taste.” The waiter was just as shocked as Heathcliff was, but Hong Lu insisted, entirely seriously, with that telltale smile that never seems to fade from his face. The waiter left with their insane order, causing Heathcliff to curse out, in hushed tones, “Are you really sure you could drink it all?”
“Oh, no, I’m just tasting them all,” he replied, giggling.
Heathcliff’s order came first. He kept both pints to himself. They waited for the order in silence; Heathcliff was too stunned to speak, and Hong Lu wasn’t really one to start talking. In the meantime, Heathcliff downed his pints, and they both had the chips.
Two waiters soon carried a large tray into their table, filled with glasses of all sorts featuring cocktails of all colors. The glasses clinked at each other as they approached the table, getting the attention of the rest of the patrons. “The special orders will come later, do please give them time,” said one of the waiters to Hong Lu, while the other one served them their drinks. Heathcliff was slack-jawed at the amount brought to the table; even if Hong Lu really did just take a sip from all the cocktails on the table, it would still be enough to get him quite drunk. He could only tell the waiters as they left, “Two more pints, mate.”
His two pints came soon afterward. Hong Lu was now waxing about the cocktails he liked, and disliked. He took little sips of the cocktails served, then once he had tasted them all (which took quite a bit as he was getting increasingly chattier with every drink) he then finished drinking the cocktails he had liked, which he had set to the side. By this point, Heathcliff had four pints of beer and was starting to get tipsy himself, and Hong Lu was offering him the stronger-tasting cocktails. He refused, knowing his limits; tonight’s not a good time to get wasted. Thus, Hong Lu then finished the remaining cocktails himself. Then the special orders arrived, and Hong Lu didn’t even bother sticking with just a sip at first; he simply downed them as he had gotten quite drunk already. Even though Heathcliff had definitely seen Hong Lu pull off similar stunts like this, he still couldn’t help but be awed when he watched him drink outright toxic amounts of alcohol and still be somewhat conscious by the end of it.
That much alcohol definitely got to his head. He started feeling quite hot, so he loosened up his shirt and tie, going through the motions slowly and sultrily to tease Heathcliff with a peek of his chest. He too was already tipsy, and when he saw that loose collar and that unmistakably lewd look in Hong Lu’s eyes, he was outright flushed. He knew what Hong Lu wanted—he had seen this look before—thus, he tried to go through the usual motions in relieving Hong Lu’s insatiable lust. He first leaned over the table and told him, softly, “Oi, let’s go. You’re pissed, mate.”
He simply giggled in response. And with Heathcliff quite close before him, he then softly caressed his face and began flirting with him. Surprised, Heathcliff then pulled back. “Well let’s go already, c’mon, before y’do something daft.”
He was about to stand up when he then felt a pair of feet crawling up his legs until one of them was firmly upon his crotch, stroking it gently. He caught himself before he exclaimed in shock and bring the attention to their table once again, but as Hong Lu continued stroking him with his feet that were still in their sweaty socks, he once again leaned over the table and pleaded, stifling his voice, “Can’t we just do this in the cubicles or something, for fuck’s sake?” But he wasn’t listening to his protests. Not that Heathcliff was struggling particularly hard, anyway. He did let Hong Lu keep stroking his crotch and making his cock harder and harder until it is plenty stiff inside his pants. All the while, Hong Lu kept that sultry look at him, as if he’s daring him to resist the sheer skill he’s demonstrating in pleasuring Heathcliff—in preparing him for his own needs. As soon as he felt his stiff cock upon his toes, he couldn’t help but giggle, teasing Heathcliff, “Well, you must be having fun too, right? I could already tell that you’re plenty pent up~”
That purr at the end of his words made Heathcliff blush further. He could even feel that he’s about to come; already, some precum was dribbling out of his tip, squeezed out by Hong Lu’s feet. Then, suddenly, Hong Lu dropped a fork; with a wink, Heathcliff then watched him go under the table. Shortly afterward, Hong Lu then appeared right between Heathcliff’s legs, already unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants to then take out his erect and sweaty cock, already quite swollen from the earlier footwork, eagerly awaiting to be further pleasured. His soft and nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft and began stroking it ever so gently, and Heathcliff could hardly keep himself together, especially upon the sight of Hong Lu’s eager face right next to the length of his cock. Then, after stroking it to keep it hard, he then licked the length of the shaft from the base to the tip, then circled his tongue at the tip to lap up the precum, before he then opened his mouth and shoved his length through his lips. At every stroke of Hong Lu’s tongue, already drooling at the sight of his cock, Heathcliff stifled out his moans to avoid attracting attention at the busy bar, something that’s increasingly difficult as Hong Lu then doubled his efforts in sucking on his cock. The suction was simply first rate, his lips firmly wrapped around his shaft; the tongue work was second to none, making his mouth feel like a particularly tight cunt, eager for the coming load. He didn’t last long inside Hong Lu’s mouth; he soon came in thick spurts, proving him right in how pent-up he had been. Still, his suction held up, and he sucked up all his cum, not letting a single drop spill. He soon pulled out his mouth from Heathcliff’s cock as it went soft, and showed him his tongue entirely spotless, though covered in spit. Softly he cursed him out, “Are ya done now?”
The grin in his face told him enough; he’s far from done. Soon afterward, he then climbed from under the table and sat on Heathcliff’s lap, not even letting him pull his pants back up. Then, he grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. Hong Lu had already removed his own pants while under the table, so when he climbed up and sat on Heathcliff’s lap, their cocks were all together. Hong Lu brought his erect cock, grabbed Heathcliff’s flaccid cock, and stroked them together to get Heathcliff hard again. All hesitation on Heathcliff melted away as he tasted himself in Hong Lu’s lips and felt Hong Lu’s lewd warmth. Their tongues were dancing together, their lips were stuck on each other. His hands gripped Hong Lu’s tender rear and played with his eager hole. And with the two so close together, they each got a rich whiff of each other’s scent; they were both smoky with ash and gunpowder, but Hong Lu was sweet with the scent of alcohol and fine perfume, while Heathcliff had this thick musk around him that simply drove Hong Lu insane. He even loosened up his collar to get a further whiff of his scent. Soon, he felt Heathcliff was hard enough and ready for another round.
He then removed his pants entirely and, with a wink and a twinkle of his jade eye, laid down on the table itself, putting up his legs in the air and revealing his eager hole and his erect cock. The ensuing crash got the attention of the rest of the busy bar, and they were soon treated to an utterly lewd sight: Hong Lu lying on the corner table, flush-faced and half-undressed, with the harnesses binding his chest and thigh only serving to emphasize his lewd body. He looked at Heathcliff and, without saying a word, told him what he needed to do. Heathcliff stood up, his cock already erect once more, and with Hong Lu’s invitation he set to work at once.
Immediately, he thrust into Hong Lu’s eager hole and started pounding away, with no regard to the crowd slowly gathering around them. His moans soon echoed throughout the busy bar as he received—once more—Heathcliff’s thick, long cock. Heathcliff, meanwhile, set to work not just pounding Hong Lu; he also spread open his shirt under his harness to expose his chest fully, then played with his chest and nipples. Heathcliff was also hitting Hong Lu’s good spots, particularly his prostate as his thick cockhead kept rubbing up against it. Soon, one of the patrons went up to the two while they were busy and asked if he could join in. Hong Lu, eager for more, tried to invite him, but Heathcliff loudly yelled at him to fuck off, because “this one’s mine.” Giggling, Hong Lu told the unfortunate patron to try next time, in between moaning and grunting as Heathcliff doubled down on his efforts to please Hong Lu. In return, Hong Lu pulled on Heathcliff’s tie, coaxing him to thrust harder and deeper. Soon, he was hitting him so deep that he could see his stomach bulging at every thrust, prompting him to press at this bulge every time it appeared, further tightening up his hole and keeping Heathcliff deep inside him. Then, as he felt that Heathcliff was about to come again, he locked his legs behind his back to make sure he came deep inside and filled him up. He too was about to come, as his own cock was twitching and leaking out. With the leg lock in place, Heathcliff then came inside, and as soon as his hot spunk hit Hong Lu’s walls, he then came as well, covering himself in his own seed, spurting it as far as up to his face. He then wiped it off with his own fingers and licked it off, enjoying his own taste.
Exhausted, Heathcliff then collapsed over Hong Lu’s body. He went soft while still inside, and the tight seal of his hole around his shaft went loose, causing Hong Lu to leak out Heathcliff’s cum. He gently shoved him away and sat him back down to his seat, then he got up from the table and then went down under it again, before giving Heathcliff a quick cleaning of his cock. Once he had drunk the last of his cum, he then went back under the table and emerged from his end, picking back up his pants and covertly dressing himself up, before then standing up as if nothing happened. Heathcliff, meanwhile, was spent—he was still quite drunk, but he had also been drained dry. Quietly, and ignoring the scandalous stares from the rest of the patrons, the two left the bar and walked home.
After a good few paces away from the bar, Heathcliff yelled at Hong Lu, “What the hell was that?”
“Well, why are you surprised? Haven’t we had this fun together, so many times before? You’re still great, by the way.”
“Not in public, you freak!” Once more he felt deathly embarrassed by what just ensued. “Not even in a cubicle—out in the bloody open!”
“Ah, sorry, it can’t be helped…” he giggled sheepishly. “Though, to be honest, tonight did give me some ideas… Hey, maybe I should go there by myself…”
Alarmed, he then seized him by the shoulders and yelled out, “Are you insane? Especially with what we just did!? Wings, you’re a basketcase…” He sighed, and then asked, “What if they all decide to jump at you, what about that?”
“Well, I could take them all…”
“In a fight, right?”
The wink was enough of an answer.