Dorian - Brother’s Friend

Elixer, the club his friends had dragged him into, pulsed with a steady beat. Patrons sat at different booths, the distant sound of a whip occasionally cut through the steady thrum of the heavy bass. The servers all wore similar outfits, leather clinging to their forms with subtle differences to show off their personality.

The energy and atmosphere excited him, despite the tension in his shoulders from the long work week. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, tracing along the snakebites along his bottom lip as they all sat down in the booth. An hour ago he was with his best friend, talking about meeting up over the weekend for a gaming session, his eyes occasionally drifting off to their younger sibling who had always caught his attention. Now he looked forward to letting loose for a change.

As everyone sat down and he got a bit more comfortable, a server came to take their order. He paused, looking up from his phone to see none other than his friend’s younger sibling. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smirk, their own reaction one of poorly hidden horror.

“Well… isn’t this just perfect.” He spoke in that low tone, his brow arched slightly as a rumbling laughter built up in his chest. “I’ll take a whiskey, darling.” He looked them up and down unabashedly, his smirk growing even wider. “And whatever else you’re willing to give for the night.”

💭 Current Thoughts: Well I’ll be damned. The little sprout is working in a sex club? Tonight just got even more interesting.