A NIGHT FILLED WITH PASSION

A NIGHT FILLED WITH PASSION

Nathan’s mood was ruined by the time he returned to the ladies. He stopped dancing, and threw occasional glances at Donald, who flashed him a knowing smile. It made Nathan’s skin crawl.

"Let’s have a drink," came an angelic voice from behind him.

 He turned and was immediately captivated by the woman’s full bosom nearly spilling out of her corset top, that hugged her upper body tightly.

"Whatever the pretty lady wants." He took a seat on the barstool beside her.

Damn. He bit his lower lip. Thick thighs. Full curves. He’d do anything just to have her sit on his face while he ate her out.

"What will you have?" she asked, her buttery voice dripping with seduction, that made him long for her even more.

He couldn’t meet her eyes. "I’m not much of a drinker," he muttered, already regretting why he'd said so.

She laughed—loud and hard—until tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

Nathan frowned. Alcohol was the last thing he needed in his system. It always made him reckless, brought out memories he’d rather bury. Made him do things he'd never do.

"I’m sorry," she wiped her tears, still smiling. "You’re scared of a little alcohol?"

She downed a shot like it was water, then bit into a lime without flinching.

She was a pro, he had to give her that.

"I’m not scared." He maintained.

"Sure you are. Coward." She smirked, teasing him like they’d known each other forever.

That particular word—it struck a nerve. Nathan hated being called weak, it ticked him off.

 He picked up four shots and downed them back-to-back. His throat burned like fire, his chest even more so. He scrunched bis face in utter disgust.

"There you go," she smiled, trailing a finger down his chest. "You’re acting like a man. I like that."

The liquor hit him harder than expected. He felt warm, almost weightless. And he had to pee so bad

"I’ll be back, my endowed damsel," he said with a grin, staggering off.

"I’ll be waiting, my handsome hunk!" she called after him, blowing a kiss.

Finding the bathroom was harder than it should’ve been. He leaned against the wall for support as he relieved himself.

Nathan's ass almost kissed the floor but a strong hand held him.

"Easy there," Donald said, steadying him.

Nathan turned, smiling sheepishly. He blinked, then stared—longer than necessary, which made Donald wonder.

"Is there a problem?" Donald asked, catching the lust-filled look in his eyes.

"I want you," Nathan murmured before pulling him into a kiss.

Donald stiffened in surprise. The alcohol explained everything—but he didn’t pull away.

"Minutes ago," Donald whispered as he pulled Nathan closer, "you said you didn’t want me."

"I was being stupid."

"So... you’re willing to spend the night with me?"

Nathan didn’t reply. He kissed him again—deep, hot, and hungry. By the time they pulled apart, both men were out of breath.

That was all the invitation Donald needed.

*****Donald’s Mansion*****

"Welcome to my home," Donald said as they entered. "It’s lovely to have you here."

He slipped off his jacket, tossed it onto a chair, and joined Nathan on the bed.

His eyes trailed over Nathan’s lips, his eyes, every inch of him. Perfect. He wanted to devour him.

Donald grazed Nathan’s lip with his thumb, a slow smirk curling on his own.

"Nathan," he whispered, brushing his lips against Nathan’s jaw, his hand running slowly up Nathan’s thigh. He planted soft kisses on Nathan’s neck, leaving marks.

"Don’t worry," Donald said gently, sliding his hand beneath Nathan’s shirt to pinch a nipple, "I’m not going to hurt you."

Nathan tilted his head, smiling shyly. "You’re very handsome."

"Every part of me is. Want to see?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Tonight’s already beautiful. Care to make it unforgettable?"

Nathan nodded, dazed. That was all the consent Donald needed.

He leaned in, kissing Nathan deeply, slowly—until they were both desperate for each other. Nathan responded with equal hunger, his body pressing closer. He wanted more.

With a groan, Nathan flipped Donald onto his back. "You’re not the only one who likes fun." He ripped open Donald’s shirt without hesitation.

Donald didn’t care. Let the shirt go, he had lots of them. Tonight, he was getting what he really wanted.

Nathan kissed him again, trailing wet kisses down his neck to his chest. His tongue circled Donald’s nipples before he sucked them gently, making Donald moan.

"For someone who claims not to like men," Donald breathed, "you’re doing pretty damn well."

"Guess I’m a quick learner." He smirked.

Donald switched their positions. "My turn."

His hands found Nathan’s zipper. He caressed the bulge beneath them, smirking at the reaction.

"Fuck..." Nathan moaned, hips twitching. The belt came undone, the zipper lowered, and the pants were tossed on the floor.

Only the white underwear remained. Donald kissed it twice causing Nathan to shiver.

"Do you like that?" Donald whispered as he took off the underwear.  He paused just long enough to take in the view—then positioned himself between Nathan’s legs.

His tongue teased the tip, slow and purposeful, before his mouth wrapped around it.

Nathan's fingers dug deep into the pillows, gasping and moaning as Donald sucked him expertly, hands roaming his thighs, holding him down.

"Yes... fuck!" Nathan cried out. He was close—too close, Donald was sending him through the clouds.

Donald stopped just in time. He wasn't done yet.

He stood, unbuckling his pants. "Suck it," he commanded.

Nathan obeyed. He took Donald into his mouth, letting him thrust in deeper. Donald moaned, hands tangled in Nathan’s hair as he lost control.

"God, yes..." he moaned. This was everything he’d wanted.

"Get in position, my lovely hunk."

Nathan turned around, hands on the bed. Donald slid in slowly at first—then faster. Each thrust made Nathan moan louder. Donald grabbed his hair, pulling him back as he moved faster, harder.

It was rough and passionate, just what they wanted. 

The Next Morning.........

The soft rays of morning sunlight seeped in through the open curtains, dancing across Nathan’s face.

He stirred, sleepy. "Where... where am I?"

Rubbing his eyes, he blinked at the unfamiliar room. Then looked down, his eyes widened in shock.

He was Naked!

His heart stopped when he turned and saw the man lying next to him.