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Luca

I railed behind Juri as we descended the steep stairs where the light was dim.

The concert was still in full swing, so there were hardly any people down here.

The bass reverberated from above in the hallway, but below the sound was more subtle.

We passed the ladies’ and the men’s restroom.

Juri headed toward a door labeled PRIVATE , which I had assumed was a utility room.

It was only my second day working here at Exil, and I used the staff toilets.

Before reaching the door, Juri glanced back at me. His serious expression unsettled me.

“Is this even legal?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said, putting his index finger to his lips.

While he was telling me to be quiet, it was precisely this gesture that made him so thrilling. “Do you realize that every time I meet you, my interest in you grows? You’re a really intriguing guy. Why do you resist being my muse?”

He ignored my question and instead, walked over to the door and knocked on it.

Shortly after, the door creaked open, and a man peered out at us.

I strained to catch snippets of Juri’s conversation with him but couldn’t make out any words.

When the man’s gaze fell on me, I managed a hesitant smile.

I wasn’t a guest here, and I just wanted to see the premises.

A wave of relief washed over me when the guy nodded and let us in.

“Welcome to the cave,” he said as I followed Juri inside.

The cave?

At least that’s how he emphasized it, as if that were the name of this … establishment ?

It was pitch black, and when the bouncer also closed the door behind me, I couldn’t see anything anymore and bumped into Juri, who had unexpectedly stopped.

Dull noises reached my ears, and on the ground, I saw a strip of blue light.

It wasn’t until the bouncer pulled a heavy curtain aside that I realized we were in an airlock.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. The man wore a black suit and elegantly gestured for us to follow, reminding me of a butler. With my mouth hanging open, I followed the two of them. They whispered to each other, and I couldn’t understand what they were saying.

But I didn’t care. My whole attention was on this room.

The atmosphere was entirely different from upstairs in the club.

There was no longer any sound of the concert.

Here, darkwave music played, the dark synthesizers buzzing like electricity through the thick air, and the chants echoed through the dimly lit room, which actually reminded me a bit of a cave.

Around us were a few sofas and tables. At first glance, there were hardly any people to be seen.

The butler led us past a few tables, and then I realized that there were at least ten niches on the left and right, almost all of which were occupied, where visitors were enjoying themselves.

Oh man. Where am I?

While Juri sat down on a couch, I could tell he knew his way around here better than he let on. Only when the bouncer, the butler, or whoever the guy was, left us alone did I sit down next to him.

All of a sudden, I became aware of the distance between us.

Too close? Too far away?

Somehow, I wanted to be closer to him, as the situation overwhelmed me a bit. The couple in the opposite niche was kissing wildly, and the woman was already topless. But I didn’t want to get too close and invade Juri’s personal space.

“Do you know the butler?” I asked, somewhat puzzled.

Juri smiled. “He refers to himself as a host.”

Gradually, I became aware of the noises in this room. From the next niche, there was a soft moaning, and from somewhere opposite, there was a clapping sound. Not hand-clapping, but one that sounded like two people having sex.

When the host returned, he placed two drinks on the low table in front of us. I looked questioningly at Juri, who sat completely relaxed, lighting a cigarette and grinning.

“Whiskey cola,” he said in a deep voice, exhaling the smoke.

I can smoke here?

Good idea.

With two quick movements, I tensely blew out the smoke.

All of this made me more nervous than I had expected.

By now, the couple in the opposite niche was lying on the sofa, so they were no longer visible from my seat.

But that hardly reassured me. The dim light heightened my other senses, and I noticed the sounds around us even more.

Juri smirked. And even though he was barely visible in the dim light, his dark eyes twinkled in his pale face.

“Relax,” he said, leaning forward and tapping off the ash. He picked up his glass and took a sip. “Everything’s fine.”

“And people come here to …” I struggled to find the right word.

“To have fun,” he explained, leaning back again.

“And this is a typical … back room?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, lost in thought. “There are probably all kinds of variations of it.”

The feeling that he had been here before had a calming effect on me. Not feeling as tense anymore, I leaned back and let my gaze wander around the room. As I smoked my cigarette, the dark and erotically charged atmosphere engulfed me.

“Interesting,” I muttered.

Juri laughed again, so I turned to him, pulled one leg up, and rested my elbow on the armrest. “What? It really is interesting. I’ve never been to a place like this. You apparently have. And how long does one stay here?”

As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I could make out Juri’s striking features in front of me.

He appeared as if he were carved from stone and didn’t seem inclined to respond.

Instead, he stubbed out the cigarette and took a sip.

As he put the glass back down, I noticed his graceful movements.

Has he always moved like this?

Or does this place have a subtle effect on him too?

Juri shifted back in his seat and tousled his hand through his hair. Just being next to him aroused a desire in me. I felt an attraction between us and wondered if he noticed it too. His calmness and confident demeanor made me doubt it but also turned me on. And my pants were getting tighter.

Fuck! Can this be happening!

I had no choice but to adjust my penis. Of course, Juri noticed what I was doing, and I tried to awkwardly laugh off the situation.

“Sorry, someone seems to have a mind of its own.”

I would have expected Juri to laugh, but his already penetrating gaze became darker. Juri reclined both arms on the sofa backrest and sat even wider than before. My eyes fell on his crotch, which was also prominently filled.

Is that … an invitation?

The way he sat seemed to clearly present himself to me. And then he licked his lips and smiled suggestively.

Or is he just messing with me?

He is definitely up to something.

He looked at me as if I were his prey. Greedy and attentive.

While doing so, he frivolously placed a hand on his chest and ran it over his stomach.

Just before reaching the waistband, he hesitantly bit his lower lip.

As he reached into his crotch, he opened his mouth and groaned silently.

He kneaded his member through his pants and excitedly titled his head back, his eyes fixated on me.

Fuck, he’s sexy!

I didn’t know where to look anymore. I wanted to see him massage his penis through his pants, but his dark gaze held me captive. I savored every second. Breathless, I sat there, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body and enjoying the show he was giving me.

He possessed a cunning demeanor that captivated me, clearly enjoying playing with me, though it didn't look like he was going to stop.

With deliberate intent, he pushed it further, massaging his penis, running his other hand over his chest, up his neck, and through his hair again.

It was all tousled now, which only made him even hotter.

Throughout the whole time, his eyes were locked onto me, ablaze with desire, silently beckoning.

Lustfully, he moved his lips, pushing his jaw forward.

Surrounded by utter darkness, the music dwindled into a distant hum, leaving only the faint echoes from the surrounding alcoves to fill my ears.

Heat coursed through my veins, my pants feeling tight.

I battled fiercely against the impulse to leap upon him, driven by the curiosity of what lay ahead, eager to see the extent of his willingness to proceed.

He opened his pants and slipped his hand inside.

Holy …!

Unable to contain my amusement, I ran a bewildered hand over my mouth before shaking my head.

Juri responded with a lascivious grin, licking his hand before slipping it back into his pants.

With an expression of pure indulgence, he surrendered to his desires, leisurely reclining as he revealed his toned stomach, illuminated by the dim light as if painted.

Though not as muscular as me, the contours of his strength training were unmistakable.

My hand wandered into my crotch, and I massaged my hard-on.

This elicited a reaction from Juri that I hadn’t expected.

He lay down, rested his head on the wide armrest, and put one leg on the floor.

He angled the other against the sofa backrest. Then he pulled down his pants a bit and freed his penis from the tightness.

While he slowly and sensually stroked it with one hand, the other roamed over his naked stomach and chest.

I was mesmerized by him. When a sigh escaped him, I couldn’t control myself. I unbuttoned my pants and freed my erection. I straddled Juri, supported myself with both hands on the armrest next to his head, and leaned toward his face.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered.

I wasn’t lying on him yet, but I felt how he breathed heavily, and his chest rose and fell beneath me.

I lowered my face and smelled his neck. A bitter and sweet scent of honey and vanilla filled my nose, raced through my bloodstream, and gathered in my center.

A crackle ran through my body as our tips touched.

And as I rubbed against him and felt his warmth on my belly, a chill ran down my spine.

Juri stretched his neck as he touched my cock, pressing it against his.

He massaged us together with both hands.

Fuck …

I lifted my head and searched for his gaze.

When I found his lips and tried to kiss him, he turned his face away and let out a lustful sigh.

I kissed his neck instead. While I continued to support myself with one hand on the armrest, I let the other roam.

I had to touch him. I stroked his stomach and chest and played with the stud in his nipple.

Then I leaned back a bit to lick his nipple.

Juri exhaled and squirmed beneath me. But I missed his fingers on my cock, so I pushed my hips up again and pressed against him.

This time, I held onto the armrest and took his hard-on in my hand.

And, God , did that feel good!

How could I have neglected this for so long?

I rubbed our two penises together, eliciting a moan from Juri. He thrust his chest forward and threw his head back, writhing beneath me and yearning for my touches.

Hunching over him, I sought his mouth, but once again, he turned his head away.

He refused to kiss me—whatever the reason.

But I was way too horny to dwell on that.

Instead, I kissed his cheek, his neck, and his ear.

Juri moaned, wrapped his arms around me, and clung to me.

He repeatedly thrust his pelvis against mine, and I massaged our cocks faster and faster.

“Yes. Keep going like that,” he said, his face contorted in ecstasy.

I fixed my gaze upon him, unwilling to miss a single moment of his ecstasy, intensifying the pace of our shared pleasure. Unrestrained moans escaped my lips, beyond my control.

“I’m about to come,” he gasped. “Keep going…”

I was also steadily nearing climax, the wet sounds of our engorged cocks spurring each other on. Caught in a whirlwind of desire, there was only one thing I craved: to release. Upon him. Upon his flawless torso.

He threw his head back, showing me his beautiful neck, the masculine Adam’s apple, and his erotic lips.

If I couldn’t kiss them, then I at least wanted to touch them.

I stroked his cheek and ran my thumb over his lower lip.

Juri kept his mouth open and let my thumb in.

I touched his teeth and felt his tongue.

Then I stroked his neck and gently wrapped my hand around his throat.

“Oh fuck, yes …” he exclaimed, closing his eyes.

I kept rubbing, milking our cocks and driving us closer to the edge.

Juri tensed up, threw his head to the other side, and contorted his face.

He clung to the sofa, gasping for air, and ejaculated on his stomach.

Breathing heavily, he stretched his neck and surrendered to the orgasm.

Just seeing him brought me to the edge too.

My cock pulsed, my muscles tensed, and I ejaculated on him.

The semen kept spurting out, making me tremble.

Eventually, my strength waned, and I slumped back. I glanced at Juri, breathing heavily. We were both still coming down, each in our own way, yet in that moment, I felt more connected to him than ever before.