“That’ll be $20.” The man behind the bar smiles as he speaks. He’s wearing a green wristband and Koby’s certain he can see the outline of a tail behind him.
Koby slides the money over and glances around, feeling his heart begin to pound against his ribs.
“You scared?” The bartender leans over, addressing the younger man. “First time in one of these places?”
Koby nods, feeling the cat ears on his head shift with the movement, “I came on a whim.”
“Always what happens. I’ll explain.” He holds up his wrist, showing the young man his wristband. “If you have a green or blue band, it means you’re Prey. You took the personality test, and that assigned you your animal: hence the cat ears.”
Koby nods again, absentmindedly feeling the ears on his head.
The bartender continues, “Anyone who has a purple wristband is a Predator. Bad name, I know, but what can you do.” He laughs at his own joke. “You walk around, you socialize, you’ll most likely be addressed by your animal. Eventually, you’ll find someone you click with, and you two can rent a room.” He shrugs and stretches, “After that, it’s kind of up to you. You can stay in contact with the person, or keep moving around. We’re open until the sun comes up.”
The younger man nods, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “Thanks… What animal are you?”
“Mouse,” He turns to show off his tail. “Apparently I’m timid.”
Koby laughs and sips his drink, “Thanks for your help. I’m gonna walk around a bit.”
“Good luck,” The Mouse smiles. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
The room seems huge in the darkness. On the far wall is a long red leather bench sofa that traverses the perimeter of the room. People of all shapes and sizes fill the room to bursting; some are dancing, others are talking, even more are touching each other or kissing. Occasionally a couple will walk to a curtained door, hand in hand. That must be where the bedrooms are.
“Hey, Kitty~” A gruff voice sounds from behind him.
Koby turns and locks eyes with… a dog? Must be. He has a painful-looking muzzle hanging around his neck like a medal, a thick leather collar with spikes rings his throat, looking like it’s fastened too tight. He’s buff, but Koby can tell he’s more vanilla than he’s letting on. Maybe a switch.
“Interested in me~?” He puts on his most flirtatious face, hoping to drive the man off.
The dog grins and places a hand on Koby’s waist, pulling him closer, “Kitties should be submissive.”
“Oh, should they?” The younger man smirks and steps back, “We also run fast when we sense danger, and I’m pretty sure I should start running.”
The man’s eyes narrow, and he moves to grab Koby’s wrist. The Kitten laughs and steps out of range, “Nice try, bitch. Oh wait, you’re a boy.”
He growls and lunges for the young man again, but Koby’s already making his way to one of the tables in the corner.
Another man is sitting at the table, legs crossed and arms folded across his chest. His eyes are hidden behind a black masquerade mask. The ears on his head indicate wolf. His face is tilted downward, as though he’s sleeping… or thinking.
“Excuse me…?” Koby’s never felt this awkward before.
The Wolf slowly raises his head, light eyes raking over the form of the Kitten, “Yes?”
“I um…” He clears his throat, “Can I sit here? There’s a guy bothering me.”
“It’s a sex club,” The man tilts his head slightly. “You weren’t coming onto him?”
Koby shakes his head, “I can find somewhere else. Sorry to bother you--”
The Wolf puts his hand out to silence the younger man, “Sit, Kitten. I know you’re being honest.”
The younger man sits down faster than he meant, folding his hands in his lap and glancing around. Despite the thrumming music, Koby feels the silence growing between him and this masked stranger. Anything could happen, and he’s starting to get uncomfortable. He can feel the Wolf’s eyes on him, and he shifts a bit, trying to shake the feeling.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” The man’s lips curl in a barely-there smirk. “Is this your first time?”
“Uh… yeah…” Koby shifts and sips his drink, “It was recommended to me.”
“How many have tried with you?”
“Not many,” the Kitten sighs softly, “I’ve only been here about half an hour.”
The Wolf nods, rising from his seat, “Stand up for a moment.”
Koby does as he’s told, feeling as though there might be consequences if he dares to be impudent at this moment. The Wolf walks slowly, circling the Kitten. He’s eating with his eyes. Koby takes the opportunity to get a good look at the other person: He’s wearing a black button-down shirt that hugs his chest and arms. He’s strong but wiry. His muscles are visible even through the fabric and in the dim light of the room. Every step he takes is slow and calculated, and Koby can tell he’s deciding what to do with him.
“Are… are you done?”
The Wolf laughs through his nose and gently slides a finger down the young man’s spine, “All in good time, Kitten.”
Koby shivers at the touch, not expecting it. The older man’s hands leave a burning sensation of lust wherever he touches Koby, even as it’s through his clothes. Rough fingers feel under the hem of his shirt, and across his stomach. His skin is on fire, and Koby’s starting to get antsy. He pulls away and turns to face the man.
“Fuck me. I don’t care where just please-”
The Wolf puts a finger to Koby’s lips, smiling. “Don’t speak, just follow me.”
The Kitten nods and reaches for the older man’s arm, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. The Wolf doesn’t react; he leads Koby through the heavily curtained doorway and speaks to a man in a suit. The man nods and points to a door down the hallway. Koby stays silent through the exchange and tells himself not to speak until the door of their bedroom is closed and locked. Once he hears the telltale click of a bolt sliding into place, he turns to face the Wolf.
“You can speak,” The Wolf smiles and settles on the bed, crossing his legs.
Koby clears his throat and nods, shaking fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “What now?”
The Wolf reaches out and gently takes Koby’s hands. His fingers are calloused but warm. He slowly runs his thumb over the younger man’s knuckles before lowering his head to kiss them. His lips are warm and soft.
“Would you like to?” He indicates the bed, waiting for confirmation or denial.
Koby nods, words failing him. He moves closer and leans in, praying that the man will kiss back. He does, and the young man feels himself melt. For being such a clearly rough man, the Wolf is oddly gentle; he keeps his touches light and comforting, fingers always hesitating before moving forward. After some time, he guides the Kitten to the bed and lays him down.
The cat ears end up on the floor along with Koby’s shirt. There’s a hand between his legs, and his breath is already starting to come in short gasps. The Wolf kisses his neck, leaving dark marks that will last. Koby shivers when he feels teeth scrape over his jugular. He’s never felt like this before; so respected and yet so dominated. Hands move under him and pull him closer to the larger man.
“Want more?”
The Kitten smiles and nods, reaching up to undo the man’s mask. His hands are stopped before he can touch the silk ribbons holding it in place.
“Not yet my treasure,” Koby blushes at the nickname, not expecting it. “We’ll get there soon.”
“Can I know your name?”
“Soon,” The Wolf smiles and kisses the young man beneath him, slowly moving his hands along soft skin.
It feels like hours pass. Koby is shaking and panting and all they’ve done is kiss and touch. His skin feels like it’s on fire, his chest is flushed a deep reddish-pink, and there are tears in his eyes. He reaches up, letting out a desperate whine.
“Please…” Koby bites his lip and spreads his legs invitingly. “I want you.”
The Wolf chuckles, sending shivers down his prey’s spine, “So demanding.” He smiles and pulls Koby into his lap. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
The Kitten whimpers and grinds against him, feeling the prominent hardness beneath him, “I’m ready, please…”
The Wolf smiles, holding Koby close, “As you wish~” He sinks his teeth into the Kitten’s neck and grips himself to push in.
Koby leans his head against the Wolf’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut. The pressure against his entrance is driving him crazy, he’s shaking and starting to sweat.
“God--”
“The name is Eli~” Teeth brush against his earlobe, and Koby digs his nails into the man’s shoulders, impulsively starting to submit. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Eli~” His voice is catching in his chest, making him sound more wanton than he meant. “You’re so big~”
Eli laughs, slowly starting to roll his hips against the young man in his lap. He slides his hands up Koby’s back, feeling his skin. His breath is hot against the boy’s neck. Their bodies are so close, it feels as though they’re one being. One body with one heart.
The young man slides his hands up, releasing the ribbon holding Eli’s mask in place. He raises his head to see the face of the Wolf.
“Oh-” He wasn’t expecting him to be quite this handsome. Beautiful golden eyes that peer into his soul, meet his own. He can’t look away.
This was supposed to be sex. This was supposed to be a semi-exotic night at a themed club in the middle of the night. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Koby thinks back to his conversation with the bartender at the beginning of the night, “You can stay in contact with the person, or keep moving around.” He moans softly, leaning his forehead against Eli’s shoulder. This is just sex.
The man snaps his hips forward, huffing softly in the boy’s ear. His large hands keep Koby’s body close, making sure he’s not going anywhere. Koby cries out and pulls back, pressing a hand to his own abdomen; his breath catches and he moans.
“I-I can feel it here--” His eyes are wide as he presses a hand over his stomach.
“Does it hurt?” Eli goes still, looking at him with concern.
Koby shakes his head and starts moving his hips to try to gain friction, “I want more~”
The man wraps an arm around him and pins him down to the silk sheets. He sits back, holding onto Koby’s thighs. The tattoos on his arms move with him, every design coming alive as he thrusts into the willing body below him. The young man moans and shudders, losing himself in the intense pleasure he’s never felt before. His back arches off the bed, his fingers fisting in the sheets.
“You’re beautiful~” Eli smiles at him and picks up speed, grinding into his spot.
Koby yelps and jolts, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. Almost immediately, his hand is pulled away and pressed down next to his head. The boy smiles bashfully, eyes shining in the low light of the bedroom.
“Harder, baby~”
A quiet growl, and a hard bite to his neck, and Koby suddenly understands why this man is classified as a wolf. His body is graceful beyond compare, moving almost like a dancer. His hands grip Koby’s wrist, keeping them pinned above his head. He bites and sucks at the young man’s chest, leaving dark marks on his fair skin. His weight is constant and demanding, but not painful. Koby feels safe and positively elated.
One of his wrists is released and instead, Koby feels one of his legs getting lifted and placed over Eli’s shoulder. There’s a rough snap of hips against him, and the boy shrieks, feeling a place inside of him light up. Shockwaves of pleasure peel through his body; he violently shakes and arches off the bed, feeling his release get ripped from him.
Koby collapses back against the sheets, he’s breathing like he just ran two marathons without stopping. A gentle hand brushes his hair back, and he looks up at Eli. The man is looking at him with concern.
“Are you alright?”
The boy nods and wipes his eyes, not realizing he’s been crying, “I’m okay.”
“We can stop if you think you need to.”
“No, no.” Koby sits up and moves into Eli’s lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders. “I want you to finish first.”
Eli smiles and gently kisses the boy in his arms, “I’ll be gentle then.”
“It’s almost three…” Eli is propped up against the pillows, gently running his fingers through Koby’s hair.
“Mm…” The boy smiles slightly and looks up sleepily from where he’s resting on the man’s thigh. “We’ve done a lot.”
They’ve barely stopped once since they fell into bed together almost four hours ago. Koby has dark bite marks on almost every inch of his skin, and he couldn’t be happier. Eli himself has multiple marks on his chest and neck, and there are a few next to the trail of hair below his belly button.
A warm hand rubs his lower back, and Koby sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “Want to go again?”
Eli laughs and shakes his head, “I think I’ve reached my limit.” He slides off the bed and stretches, letting out a contented groan.
“Eli-?” Koby is fidgeting with the sheets, looking embarrassed.
“Yes?”
“Will you, um…” He shifts uncomfortably, not sure how to proceed. “Will you sleep here with me? Just for a little while?”
A quiet laugh and a gentle hand tilts his chin up. Their lips are pressed together, and Koby melts, loving the genuine intimacy.
“Absolutely, Kitten.”
“My name is Koby,” He’s blushing.
“Koby…” The man smiles and gently kisses his cheek. “That’s a lovely name.”
They settle into the bed together, curled into one another. Eli tucks the sheets around them both and holds Koby close to his chest. The boy is asleep before he even realizes it.
Koby wakes up when he feels cold. He rolls over, expecting to find Eli next to him. The bed is empty. Judging from the temperature of the sheets, it’s been that way for a while.
The boy sits up, not expecting to feel as deeply disappointed as he does. It was just sex. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes. I didn’t want it to be just sex.
He rolls out of bed and feels around on the bedside table to try to turn the light on. He succeeds, and his fingers come into contact with a piece of paper attached to the table. Koby sits up and unfolds it to read it.
Thank you for an amazing night.
Let’s get coffee tomorrow.
Yours, Eli ♥
His number is written at the bottom.
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