As if he were under a spell, Arthur found himself sitting at the edge of the bed just a second after the order came out. Gin picked a foil packet with his mouth and dropped the rest of them on the bed, right beside the alpha.
Arthur could hear the drumming of his chest as he watched Gin tear the package, and his breath came into a stutter when the content was placed between those thin lips.
"What--"
The green eyes seemed to curl in the face of Arthur's bewilderment, and Gin lowered himself without breaking that eye contact. He seemed to enjoy the fresh, virgin-like reaction from an alpha who looked like he could score anyone just by asking.
The fingers touched Arthur's dick first, slightly cold against his heated erection. One swipe, a thumb rub over the reddish head, and all Arthur could see was the top of that gelled dark hair before he felt the rubber on his tip. It unfurled around him, along with the warmth of Gin's mouth and the dampness from the saliva Arthur had personally tasted just a few minutes earlier.
"Whoa..."
A soft exclaim left Arthur's mouth when he could feel Gin's throat. It was only a second, and the warmth was receding from his length soon after, but it was truly an experience he wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon.
Not ever, probably.
"First time?" the green eyes flicked up again as Gin licked his lips--again. The corner of his lips curled at Arthur's flushed face. "A service for a good boy."
All Arthur could do was groan.
He scuttled backward rather helplessly while watching Gin undressed completely. The white top that started this whole encounter slid to the floor, joined by a pair of jeans not long after. Arthur was thinking about how nice it was that Gin wasn't the type who had sex clothed when the man climbed onto his lap, strong thighs caging his hips.
"!!"
"Wait a bit, I'll give you a show," Gin smiled playfully while tearing off a packet of lube, coating his fingers thoroughly. "I only do this when I'm a bit drunk, so enjoy it."
Arthur let out a nervous chuckle, placing his hands on Gin's thighs while looking as clueless as that time his math tutor took his virginity. He didn't know where to look: at the soft blush on Gin's cheeks because he was a bit tipsy, at the curve of the alluring neck and collarbone presented right in his line of sight, or at the arm disappearing at the back, producing that slick sound of flesh meeting viscous fluid.
"Haa...it's been a while," Gin exhaled slowly, brow furrowing and legs tensing as the squelching sound deepened.
"Oh?" Arthur looked down, sensing the discomfort from the other man's still-limp cock. "Would you be...alright?"
"The buzz is helping," Gin tapped his temple and laughed, before playfully nudging Arthur's full erection with his thigh. "And it'll be a waste, not taking this one up my ass."
Was it bad that he found it sexy? Arthur gulped down his nervousness. "Can I...help?"
"How eager," Gin chuckled and tilted his head, placing a hand around Arthur's neck. "Just wait patiently, mm? I'm a bit particular in this place."
"Mm," Arthur bit down his disappointment. But this new position brought Gin's neck so close to him, close enough for him to plant his lips there. He looked up, nuzzling the crook of the man's neck. "Is this allowed?"
Gin raised his brows before tilting his head away. "You're kinda weird."
He didn't say no, and the tilted head gave way for Arthur to do more, so he took it as permission. He wasn't the type to waste a delicious meal given to him, so he took it wholeheartedly, sucking and licking and kissing the fair expanse as if it were a new delicacy; so careful, yet so eager. His hands gain some courage from the low moans escaping Gin's lips, rubbing the guy's cock and searching for sensitive spots in his lower back.
"Mmh..."
The lazy moan felt like a gift of appreciation, making Arthur touch the guy more. But even a good boy had limited patience.
"Gin," Arthur whined in the man's ear, nibbling on the soft flesh. "My dick hurt."
Gin threw his head back and laughed, louder than before. "What a whiny baby," he said with a light click of his tongue. But he did take his fingers out of his ass and brought them to Arthur's impatient dick, lining it against his hole. "Haa..."
Arthur felt like his heart stopped beating at that moment, as if waiting for something big. He couldn't take his eyes off the way Gin biten lips trembled slightly as he let Arthur breach his entrance--the one that hadn't been used for a while.
"Ugh--" Arthur gritted his teeth. Seemed like Gin didn't lie about not using his hole for a while--it was tight. Took the man several times to carefully push everything inside without anyone getting hurt.
But, damn... every time this man moved, Arthur had to hold himself within his own groan and tingling stomach. Even holding the man's waist was nerve-racking, afraid it would strip him of that good boy title. Watching Gin sigh in relief instead of wincing, Arthur dared himself to move his hips and jerk upward.
"Hey," Gin gasped sharply and grasped the light brown lock, staring the alpha down to stillness. Did he make a mistake? Was he a bad boy now? Arthur gulped. "Wait a bit, I'll guide you."
Oh, he wasn't angry. Arthur bit his lip in a sign of obedience, letting the other man move and bounce on his lap, rolling his hips to lead Arthur to where it felt good inside him. And oh--it felt good for Arthur too, when the spot was hit, and he felt Gin clench around him. It was like a massage to his dick, not too tight and highly pleasurable.
When Gin finally gave him permission to move, Arthur made sure to get it where Gin would let out a low moan and a little chuckle, his warm wall massaging Arthur delectably. Arthur chased that sensation, again and again, as he clutched the lean waist and the pleasure that eroded all those heavy thoughts in his head.
When he was almost there, he felt Gin's fingers on his brows, which he didn't realize had been frowning deeply. Thumb rubbing the knitted brows, Gin leaned down to kiss Arthur's gasping mouth and stifled their moans as they came.
It took Arthur a while to hear anything other than his own heartbeat. His eyes, widened and unblinking, stared at the pair of piercing greens. Between his own heavy breath, he heard the smooth baritone forming a question.
"Calmer now?"
Arthur's pupil shook in a start as he realized that he had been found out. When? From the start? Did Gin agree to sleep with him despite knowing Arthur wanted to use it to vent? Aside from feeling horny, of course.
Indeed, he wouldn't usually ask someone to have sex with him just because he got turned on by a bit of heroism. No matter how excited he was, it was too much for Arthur to take someone he only knew for an hour--two at most--to a love hotel. After getting ditched by his original date, no less. He even leaked out sharp, angry pheromone, although Gin didn't react to it at all--indeed, the man was a beta. Still, it was uncouth for an alpha to just spread negative pheromones like that.
If it wasn't for his frustration...if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't go home...
Again, this man indulged him despite knowing all of it. And again, Arthur couldn't suppress the greed gnawing at his starving heart.
"Can we...go again?"
"Heh," Gin arched his brow, smirking amusedly. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be offended. If not, he wouldn't be tilting his head alluringly like that, or snatching another foil packet. "Show me what you got, then."
With unmasked eagerness, Arthur flipped their position, enjoying the gasping sound slipping past Gin's lips. Arthur took the man from behind, wetter than he thought, and felt even better. He had loosened up properly, and the high from their earlier orgasm--and the leftover influence of alcohol in their bloodstream--made them louder.
It was always nice hearing his partner's voice during sex.
"Oh--" Gin breathed out a low chuckle when Arthur dragged himself back slowly and pounded hard. Fingers fisted the cheap sheet and curses pushed out between moans. "Fuck..."
They said cursing meant it was good, but Arthur wanted to make sure anyway, leaning down to whisper at the writhing man.
"Is it good?" Arthur asked, pressing his lips on Gin's trembling nape, dragging his lips there as if he could pull out some kind of scent--although he knew it was impossible. "Gin?"
The answer came with laughter. "Oh, fuck me--" a hand grasped Arthur's hair and yanked his face off the fair nape. The green eyes stared at him with a deeper sense of lust. "I would have...ask for it first if I knew you're this good--mmh!"
Praise worked like a charm for the alpha--or any alpha, really--as Arthur moved with even higher precision, as if he made it his mission to pleasure the man beneath him. Arthur found that Gin laughed when he felt good; Gin would giggle and laugh while clenching hard around the alpha, as if getting railed and nailed to the mattress brought him joy.
Arthur had no idea if that was how Gin was or if the man had drunk too much gin that night. It turned him on nonetheless, sending convulsions to the tips of his toes when he came again after chasing all of those laughs out of Gin's lungs.
With bated breath, back rising up and down, Gin muttered against the pillow. "Hey...let me see your face."
Arthur flinched, and perhaps because he didn't do anything after a few seconds, Gin turned around by himself. As the man looked at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion, Arthur looked away in embarrassment. He couldn't see himself in the mirror, but he knew he must have looked like a mess, since he lost control a bit back then. It might be childish, but he wanted to look his best in front of Gin.
...although the man already saw him as a pathetic friendless loser. Probably.
Before Arthur could shrink away further, Gin had grasped his face and pulled him for a kiss. A slow, deep, sensual one. "Perfect," the man whispered, stroking Arthur's cheeks with his thumb, green eyes swept across his features as if drinking them. "Fuck, you really are like an artpiece."
Hearing that word, so close to his own name, Arthur almost told Gin his name. But the word clung to his tongue, pulled back by a sudden fear. What if...what if they met again and Gin found out about his condition? What if he couldn't stand Arthur's condition and cut him off because of it?
That fear, stemming from experience and trauma, paralyzed his tongue. That fear, consistent in preventing him from making further moves, frustrated him deeply.
"What's wrong, hmm?" Gin asked again, softer this time. Tipsy, but observant nonetheless. "Why do you look upset?"
Above all else, it frustrated him that he wouldn't be able to find Gin in the wild. It frustrated him to know that he wouldn't be able to remember that face once he was home.
In his silence, Arthur received another kiss. A peck, more consoling than flirty. "I don't know what happened, but just forget it for now, mm?" and then the soft voice turned into a low, seducing whisper. "Come and fuck me again."
Arthur choked on his breath, mind stuttering to a halt.
"Faster this time," the green eyes curled, like an incubus trying to brainwash his weary mind. "Harder."
The rest of the night was pretty blurry. Arthur just remembered that he had gone a bit crazy after that, and how Gin was laughing and moaning louder--perhaps even screaming, or was it his imagination? He recalled letting out a bit of pheromones in his frenzy, and Gin came hard with back arching and head thrown back, sinking to the pillow.
The shitty night, as it turned out, ended up wonderful.
The morning, however, was not so much.