The city buzzed with neon lights and the sound of nightlife just beginning to wake up. Beneath the glow of a flickering streetlamp, Adrien adjusted the cuffs of his silk shirt, feeling the pulse of the city as he stepped onto the sidewalk. He had always loved the thrill of the night—the electric anticipation of something unexpected.
Tonight, however, felt different.
The lounge was a haven for the beautiful and the bold, filled with men who thrived under the spotlight, their laughter punctuated by the clinking of crystal glasses. Adrien slid onto a barstool, ordering his usual—a glass of rich red wine. He crossed one leg over the other, his lean frame exuding effortless elegance.
« You always drink alone? » The voice was smooth, edged with amusement.
Adrien turned, eyes settling on the stranger who had taken the seat beside him. He was striking—tousled dark hair, a perfectly sculpted jawline, and eyes that held something dangerous and inviting. The man exuded confidence, the kind that sent a slow thrill up Adrien’s spine.
« Only when I’m waiting for someone worth drinking with, » Adrien replied, a smirk curving his lips.
The stranger chuckled. « Lucky for you, I happen to be exceptional company. »
Their conversation danced between teasing and intrigue, the tension between them building like the swell of music in the background. Adrien was used to attention, used to being desired—but there was something about this man that made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t expected.
The stranger’s name was Julien, and he was both effortless and intense, his attention razor-sharp as he watched Adrien with a hunger barely masked by charm. By the time they finished their second drink, the air between them was thick with unspoken promises.
« My place is just around the corner, » Julien murmured, fingers grazing over Adrien’s wrist, a touch so light it sent a shiver through him.
Adrien could have played coy, drawn out the chase a little longer, but the way Julien looked at him—the way his breath hitched when Adrien leaned in just slightly—made him crave more.
« Lead the way, » he said softly.
The moment they stepped into Julien’s apartment, the tension between them snapped. Adrien barely had time to admire the sleek, modern space before he was pressed against the door, Julien’s mouth claiming his in a kiss that sent heat spiraling through him. It was intoxicating—the way Julien moved, the way his hands roamed with both reverence and possession.
Clothes became a forgotten barrier, discarded with eager hands and soft laughter. Julien’s lips trailed over Adrien’s bare skin, pressing heated kisses down his chest, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above his hip. Adrien gasped, his back arching, as Julien’s mouth found its way lower, tasting, exploring, igniting every nerve.
Julien’s hands pressed Adrien down onto the bed, his body covering him, hot and unrelenting. Their movements became a fevered rhythm, skin sliding against skin, the room filled with gasps and moans as pleasure took hold. Adrien clung to Julien, his fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer, needing more, craving every touch, every breathless moment.
Their passion built with each movement, reaching a crescendo that left them trembling and breathless in each other’s arms. Julien’s fingers traced circles over Adrien’s damp skin, their bodies still entwined as the aftershocks of their pleasure settled between them.
Adrien let out a soft, satisfied sigh, his lips brushing against Julien’s ear. « I think I’ll be drinking with you more often. »
Julien smirked, pulling him even closer. « I’ll make sure you never want to drink alone again. »
The city continued to hum outside, but inside, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the night was theirs alone.