The Club – 6 PM
Inside the glowing haze of the club, music pulsed like a heartbeat. Akira sat on a plush velvet seat, eyes locked onto the entrance.
Julie slinked over and took the seat beside him. "How are you, darling? Long time no see. In rut again?"
Akira smirked. "Not in rut today. But here for someone."
"Oooh~" Julie cooed. "Who's this special someone? Not here yet, huh? That's why you keep looking at the door. Must be real special to make the Akira wait like this."
Akira's eyes never left the entrance. "Indeed."
Then—he appeared.
Aki entered the club, looking shy in a crisp white shirt, black pants, and a simple cap. He looked nervous, his steps hesitant.
Julie gasped. "Oh my… such a handsome boy." She stood, lips curling with intrigue. "I leave you here for today, darling~" She blew Akira a kiss. "Nod your head if you need anything."
Akira stood up. "Thanks, Julie."
And his gaze stayed only on Aki, who was slowly making his way toward him, unaware of the heart he had already stolen.
Aki made his way through the softly lit entrance of the club, awkwardly scanning the crowd. The music was loud, the air heavy with perfume, smoke, and pulsing energy.
Just then, a girl stepped right in front of him.
"Where are you going, handsome?" she asked, her voice sultry.
Aki flinched. "Uhh—"
Before he could respond, he saw a familiar figure approaching through the crowd—Akira. Instantly, Aki exhaled in relief, "Young master."
The girl turned at his words, her eyes lighting up. "Akira! I didn't see you coming."
Akira's hand gently rested on Aki's arm. "You're finally here," he said, soft and warm.
The girl gasped. "Akira, still as handsome as ever, huh?" She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Hi, Tulip. How are you doing?"
Akira smirked. "Fabulous as always, and yes, I see you still haven't changed." He smiled, but quickly turned. "I'll talk to you later, Tulip."
Tulip winked. "No problem, darling."
Akira looked at Aki again. "Shall we, Aki?" He led him toward the velvet couch.
As they sat down, Akira leaned close. "Took you long enough… I thought you weren't coming."
Aki gave a small, apologetic smile. "I was looking for a taxi."
Then, reaching into his pocket, Aki pulled out a handkerchief and leaned in. Gently, he began wiping Akira's cheek.
Akira blinked, blushing. "W-What are you—!"
Aki flinched. "Ahh, young master! There was a lipstick mark on your cheek so I just—"
Akira laughed softly, cheeks pink. "Ohh? Is that so? Please do."
Aki continued, murmuring as he cleaned. "Young master, you shouldn't come to such unhygienic places…" His eyes glanced at a couple nearby sharing a passionate kiss.
Akira followed his gaze. "Huh… oh, I see—you mean the French kiss."
Then, mischievous, he held out a drink. "Here, try this."
Aki waved it off. "Young master, I don't drink. Alcohol is not good for health."
Akira smiled sweetly. "Come on, a little won't hurt."
Before Aki could protest again, Akira had already tilted the glass toward his lips. After two or three glasses, Aki's cheeks turned red, breath unsteady.
He removed his cap, loosened the top button of his shirt, sweating. "It's… so hot."
Akira stared. "Hey, Aki… let's dance."
Aki, drunk and flustered, shook his head. "What? I can't dance, young master."
Akira signaled across the room. "Julie."
Julie's voice sparkled from the DJ booth. "Got it!"
A vibrant pop song started to play.
They danced under the pulsing lights—awkward at first, then flowing. By the end, Aki was glowing with energy, and the crowd clapped, thoroughly impressed.
Aki bowed, shy and flushed. "Oh… thank you."
Akira, wide-eyed and smiling, stepped closer. "I had no idea you were so good at dancing."
Aki blushed harder. "It was not that good at all, young master…" He hid his face.
Akira chuckled. "Okay, guys—we're leaving!"
Someone in the crowd groaned, "Already, Akira?"
"Dad's issue," Akira replied smoothly, wrapping a steady arm around Aki's shoulders to support his unsteady steps. They waved goodbye as they exited.
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Akira's Bedroom – Midnight
They reached the estate quietly.
Akira peeked through the entrance. "It's all dark… means everyone went to sleep."
Aki pointed at something glowing. "Wow, young master, look! We found gold!"
Akira blinked. "What? …Ohh, it's just a glowing yellow crystal, Aki. Let's go."
He grabbed Aki's hand and led him into his room.
Closing the door behind them, Akira pinned him softly to the wall, locking the door with a quiet click.
"Now…" he said with a low smile, "what will I do with you?"
Aki, drunk and blushing, smiled dreamily. "This." He leaned in—and kissed Akira.
Then he flipped positions and gently pinned Akira to the wall, breath unsteady.
"Y-Young master, I want to tell you something first."
Akira placed a finger on his lips. "Shh… not 'young master'. Call me Akira."
Aki's face went scarlet. "A…Akira…"
Akira's eyes softened. "With your voice… my name sounds more beautiful."
Aki swallowed nervously. "I… I love you, Akira… since the first time I saw you… but I didn't have the courage to tell you because… because you were my boss…"
Akira silenced him again—this time with a warm palm over his mouth.
"That's enough," he whispered. "I don't need the rest… I love you too, Aki."
Their foreheads met, hearts thudding in unison. akira push him onto the bed
Akira gently cupped Aki's cheek, heart pounding as he whispered,
"Is this… your first time?"
Aki nodded slowly, lips trembling into a soft smile. No words were needed — his eyes said everything.
Akira leaned their foreheads together.
"Then let's take our time… together."
Their kiss began soft — hesitant, sacred — then deepened, full of longing and vulnerability. As their bodies pressed closer, Akira's hands slid under Aki's shirt, exploring gently, reverently.
Aki gasped, cheeks flushed.
"Akira… it's warm…"
Akira kissed his collarbone, whispering,
"Then let me feel that warmth too."
Clothes were shed like falling petals — slow and full of trust. Akira moved with awe, tracing Aki's form like he was something rare.
"You're beautiful," he breathed.
"Only because… you see me that way," Aki whispered, pressing close.
They moved in quiet rhythm, guided by instinct and emotion — every touch, every sigh, a silent confession.Aki's hands clutched the sheets, his breath catching as Akira kissed his chest. In that closeness, nothing existed but each other.