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There was nothing better after a long ass week than going to the club and letting loose a little with your friends. Crappy music blasting on the speakers that you’d never listen to voluntarily, people packed in too tight and bumping into you at every turn, and your friends surrounding you. Honestly, you’d have thought it was the sort of environment that would be a total nightmare, but instead you thrived. Jumping to the music, yelling the lyrics when you could parse them out from the horrific DJ remix playing, and grabbing onto friends and strangers alike to make sure you didn’t fall. It was the perfect place to just get all of that pent up energy from the week out, and start fresh after sleeping long past your alarm tomorrow. The weekend was just perfect for that.
A few of your friends had discussed the idea of meeting some guys while they were out, just some one night stands that they could take home and have fun with, then forget about. You’d initially said that you weren’t into that sort of thing, but of course you’d help wingman them if they needed it, and help them spot cute guys at the club. But then, you noticed a few guys eyeing you up. When you nudged a friend to point them out, and be sure you were seeing right - that they were looking at you. Well, suddenly your mind was changed.
The group consisted of about five guys, and two girls. After passing your drink off to a friend, you made towards the bar like you needed to get yourself a replacement, and sure enough, you were soon bracketed in. On your left was a guy with white hair, and your right a guy with long black hair.
“Why don’t you let me pay for that, sweetheart?” White hair offered with a smirk, immediately reaching for the card machine as if you’d already agreed. Who were you to say no to a free drink, really? The guy with the long hair stepped in closer and slipped an arm casually around your waist.
“I’m Suguru, that’s Satoru. Couldn’t help seeing you out there in the crowd.” He introduced, his breath ghosting over your skin as he leaned in to be heard over the music.
“Oh yeah? What caught your eye?” You asked with amusement, reaching for your free drink to take a sip.
“What didn’t?” Satoru chimed in from your other side, now leaning backwards against the bar, his elbows resting on it.
“Exactly. You looked great out there.”
“So.. you couldn’t name even one thing?” You asked them, looking between the two guys. You were becoming less and less impressed with the pair of them.
“Oh, come on pretty. Don’t be like that. You’re gorgeous.” Suguru said, which finally firmly turned you off.
“Sorry boys, think you might need to brush up on your flirting skills.” You told them with a sigh, but when you turned to leave, Suguru pulled you back in.
“Hey now, don’t be so hasty. I’m sorry, we can do better.” He said, lightly squeezing your hip. Satoru pressed in closer at your front, just enough that you barely managed to avoid spilling your drink over yourself.
“Is it so bad that we were so busy admiring you, that we couldn’t pull out anything specific? How could I? My eyes were everywhere, couldn’t decide where to look.”
The longer the interaction went on, the more their attempts at flirtation went from sweet to a little uncomfortable. They really were trying in earnest, but.. unforunately their appeal had worn off once they’d started to speak. You looked out at the crowd to try to catch the eye of your friends, but none of them were looking in your direction, busy dancing together. You resigned yourself to having to listen to these two idiots until one of them looked over, when a large, tattooed arm wrapped itself around Satoru’s shoulders from behind.
“What are you two doing?” A low voice rumbled, and you connected that thick arm to the pink haired guy standing behind Satoru, intimidating, and looking more than bored.
“Not scaring all the actual attractive people off, are ya?” Another guy asked with a raised brow, standing beside the first guy with a raised brow.
“Us? Psh, don’t be ridiculous. We were just having a nice chat.” Satoru offered with a roll of his startlingly blue eyes.
“Nice is a strong word.” You replied with a grimace, which served to make the two newcomers laugh.
“Scram, freaks. You lost this one.” The darker haired guy said, and sure enough with a huff and some grumbling, Satoru and Suguru slinked away. You sighed and quickly tipped back your head to finish off half of that free drink, eyeing your two potential saviours.
“Hope you don’t think you’re getting laid cause you got rid of them.” You said, looking at them with lips pressed together in a thin line.
“Nah, we’re gonna get laid cause we’re way better than they are.” The dark haired guy said.
“And not freaks like them.” Said the pink haired guy. You looked them both up and down and figured.. why not? You’d had a fail tonight, maybe you could end up with a win from it.
So, you introduced yourself.
“Ryomen. He’s Toji.” You nodded, taking another brief sip from your drink.
“So, what brought you over here?”
“We know dumb and dumber - and we could see you searching the crowd with the look of someone who needed to escape.” Toji explained, and as you watched him speak you finally noticed the scar on his lip. Hot.
“They’re pests, and they never seem to get any better. It’s a wonder they ever manage to take people home. But you’re by far too gorgeous to go home with those losers.” Ryomen added on as Toji ordered a drink for each of them.
“Oh yeah? You saying that cause you think it’ll get you laid?”
“Of course I am, I’m not gonna bother hiding that. Is it working?” He asked, his brow piercing shifting as his brow raised, smirk making the tattoos on his face shift.
“Maybe.”
You took a slower sip of your drink, looking between the two of them, and that was when one of your friends appeared.
“And who are these two? This isn’t who you pointed out earlier.” She said, looking at the duo with a raised brow.
“Those two were a bust.” You replied with a shrug, to which your friend groaned.
“Should’ve known. Pretty boys like that are always better to look at than talk to.” You laughed together, and even Toji snorted at the sentiment.
“And you are?” She then asked, looking at the pair.
“Toji and Ryomen. They think they deserve to take me home instead.” You told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Oh yeah? Well, I guess they should prove that they can keep up.” With that, she took your hand and tugged you away, which promptly made you spill and then drop what remained of your drink, but it was funny enough looking at their surprised faces that you didn’t really care.
She pulled you around, dodging them with loud laughter, clearly more than tipsy by now if her pure amusement was anything to judge from. And, honestly? Occasionally glimpsing them cutting between people and reaching out to stop either of you.. yeah it was pretty funny. Two broad, tall guys like that trying to corner the pair of you like cats chasing mice.
Eventually though, they caught up to you out in the smoking area behind the bar, where your friend had pulled you for some fresh air. A hand caught your waist first, and then lips were beside your ear.
“Pretty sure this is our win then.” Came Toji’s voice, and after how they’d put up with the ridiculousness and were clearly at least a little amused? You figured you could give them some more of your time.
“Sorry about her. She’s the type of drunk that runs away, but I’ve never seen it quite like that.” You said to them both, and your friend just winked before stumbling her way back inside to find everyone else. Credit where due.. somehow it seemed like it had worked.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had to play chase at the bar before.” Ryomen said, gently squeezing your waist.
“Me neither. Guess that’s a first for both of us.” You glanced between the two men with a smirk.
“Gonna let us dance with you a little now, or do we gotta catch you three times for the win?” Toji asked, pushing off the wall he’d been leaned up against to reach for the door handle.
“Suppose I can let you dance with me. See what you’ve got.”
When you headed back to the dancefloor, the two of them followed, and with how broad they were, a space was carved out in no time. One of them at your front, the other at your back, hands on your body before you could so much as consider getting your hands on theirs. They were slick, you’d give them that. They didn’t rush, either.
You’d met guys like these two, the type who think anyone who they approach is bound to go home with them just because they suggested it, like actually whoever they chose should just feel honoured that they were interested at all. Except.. they didn’t rush. These men liked to play with their food.
For hours, you remained there, on the dance floor with at least one of them, except for a trip or two to the bathroom. You didn’t pay for another drink for the rest of the night, one of them always heading to get you a refill. At some point, you were even brought a water. That one was paired with a pair of lips ghosting over your ear, “as much as you’re a hell of a lot of fun when you’re so relaxed, we’d rather you remembered every minute of it.”
Honestly, the bar might be in hell, but you were impressed.
So impressed, you hardly realised just how much time had actually passed. Your hands roamed freely up Toji’s chest, around Ryomen’s waist, feeling abs and firm ass cheeks, and they got their fill of you in turn. Lips on your neck, breath over your collarbones, pressing even closer when people needed to squeeze past to get through. The beat of every song just seemed to encourage you together, groping and panting and then kissing. Toji’s lips were slightly chapped, and you couldn’t resist the urge to lick over that little scar; Ryomen’s lips were softer, and he didn’t hesitate before his tongue was pressing between your lips to get a taste of what you were drinking from the warmth of your mouth.
“Surprised we’ve never seen you in here before,” Toji said at some point, lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he spoke, “we definitely would’ve noticed you.”
“I don’t come out a lot.” You told him with a shrug, a shudder running up your spine as Ryomen’s lips pressed to your jaw.
“Guess we’ll need to prove why you should join us more often then.”
The crowd began to thin around 2am, as it always did. People who were used to waking up early dragging themselves from the club to get some greasy food on their way home to bed. But not you. When some of your friends found you to say quick goodbyes, you assured them you’d be fine. Why would you leave before the main event had even started, after all.
Toji and Ryomen stayed right there with you, slowly drifting across the dance floor until you were right beside the DJ booth where the volume was loudest and you were forced to abandon conversation, instead focused entirely on the language your bodies spoke when they were pressed up against each other. It was so easy to get lost in, arms looped around Toji’s neck and tangled in his hair as you kissed, Ryomen’s hands finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the soft skin of your stomach, gently squeezing flesh just to feel you.
And when the bar called for final drinks, you took that as your cue to leave.
You were pulled out to an uber hand in hand with Ryomen, Toji with his phone in hand to make sure they went to the right car, and you barely restrained yourself in the back seat when a hand wormed its way between your legs, subtly working at you from beneath someone’s jacket that had landed in your lap, presumably for that very purpose of covering their sins.
Rushing up stairs that almost tripped you, and large hands ensuring you never fell, then practically falling through a quickly unlocked door led you to a bedroom you didn’t have time to actually look at or process. As quickly as you were in the space, you were thrown onto the bed and disrobed without preamble, hands roaming newly exposed skin and lips pressing to any place they could reach.
You’d never been to Paris before, but it was safe to say you’d be visiting again if it was Toji and Ryomen taking you there.
The next morning, you woke tangled between them. You’d anticipated that things would somehow be weird in the aftermath, that they’d resent being so close to each other now that the intimacy was gone. It seemed, though, that they didn’t mind at all. You were sure of that fact when you slipped out from between them to use the bathroom and Toji shuffled over to lay his head on Ryomen’s stomach. Huh.
Ryomen was awake when you returned, and he offered you a hand to help you back beneath the sheets without tripping or standing on Toji, and though he still seemed mostly asleep, the dark haired man made space for you all the same.
“Was thinking about ordering breakfast.” Ryomen said after a moment, voice a low, raspy mumble so soon after waking.
“I could eat.” Toji muttered, even if he buried his face in his friend’s stomach. Ryomen laughed when he caught you staring.
“We do this a lot. Boundaries are a long lost myth.” He explained, a hand slipping between your thighs again to idly play with you as he scrolled through the delivery app, casual as anything. You finished in Toji’s mouth before breakfast arrived, and were still panting when Ryomen presented the large bag full of warm food like a victory hard won.
And you came once more before you eventually left their place on shaky legs. But both numbers were in your phone, and a flimsy promise of doing it again sat in the air between you.
You weren’t sure if you’d see them again.. but you knew if you just so happened to see them again next weekend? Well, you wouldn’t be mad about it.