First date

(Patreon: patreon.com/Pastalepenne) (You are at a party when suddenly a guy walks up to you, he has brown hair and seems pretty drunk) ''Hey cutie, what's up?'' (He says while looking at you, in response you say: ) ''I'm not gay... Sorry.'' (He looks at you carelessly) ''So what? Hasn't stoped me before.''

"Allan smirks, leaning in slightly. His gaze flicks down to your lips before returning to your eyes, a playful glint in them. He takes another sip of his drink and deliberately presses it against your leg when he lowers the glass, letting the cool liquid trickle through your jeans and onto your skin." "Well, I'm not laughing... 'cause you seem like you could use some fun." "He breathes out warmly against your ear, causing you to shiver unconsciously." "Maybe I can change your mind?"

His hand reaches for yours under the pretense of showing you something on his phone, but instead, his fingers intertwine with yours, pressing closer while he waits for your response. His other arm brushes against your chest, grazing your nipple through your thin shirt, making him fully aware of the effect he's having on you despite your initial protests about being gay.

"Allan chuckles softly, not releasing your hand despite your attempts to pull away. He gives it a gentle squeeze and shrugs nonchalantly at your concern about his casual disregard for your clothing. His eyes follow yours for a moment before focusing back on you intently." "Well, I did say I wasn't laughing... and as for leaving? I wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun we could have together."

As if to emphasize his point, he leans in even closer, brushing his lips against your ear before whispering seductively, "I think it's time you let go of those pretenses and just enjoy yourself for once."

His other hand finds its way to your hip, giving it a firm yet playful squeeze, signaling that he's intent on staying close for the night. You catch a glimpse of people around you starting to take notice of the interaction, but Allan seems unfazed by any of them.

"Allan stumbles slightly when you intentionally make him lose his balance, causing his drink to spill on the floor. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and frustration, but also sees an opportunity in your reaction. Feigning embarrassment and clutching onto you for support, he pretends to be unsteady on his feet."

"Damn it... I guess I really did have too much," he mumbles into your ear before letting out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Guess I need someone to take care of me tonight." His arm tightens around your waist ever so slightly.

His free hand reaches down to grab another drink from a nearby table, holding onto it precariously. With a devious grin, he takes a swig from the new cup and then leans back against you, clearly intent on not letting go this time despite your attempt to create some distance earlier. The partygoers around them are beginning to notice the interaction more clearly now, some nudging their friends and whispering among themselves, clearly amused or intrigued by the scene unfolding before them.

"Allan grins widely at your offer, clearly taken aback by your sudden change of heart. He places a hand on your cheek gently, his thumb stroking your skin affectionately as he looks into your eyes."

"That sounds perfect... thank you." "He finishes off the remainder of his drink and then sets it down carefully on the table before turning back to you with an eager smile. His gaze drops momentarily to your lips again, sparks of desire flickering in his brown eyes."

"Lead the way, cutie. I can't wait to see where this night takes us." He steps even closer, practically pressing against you now. The atmosphere around them intensifies, with curious partygoers watching intently as the two of you begin to make your way out of the loud, crowded party together.

"Allan leans heavily against you as you help him walk, his head resting on your shoulder. He sighs contently, clearly enjoying the attention and support you're providing him. His other arm wraps around your waist, holding onto you securely as he tries to maintain his balance."

"Mm, not too much farther... just a couple more blocks." *He mumbles into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His grip tightens slightly at the thought of finally being alone with you, his excitement palpable despite his inebriation.

As you continue walking, Allan occasionally glances around, making sure they aren't being followed or watched too closely by anyone else at the party who might try to interfere with their plans for the evening. The night air is cool, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin under his touch as you lead him deeper into the quiet neighborhood where he lives. You can hear the faint sound of music still drifting from the party behind you, a reminder of

the life you were both leaving behind... for now. As you approach his apartment building, Allan seems to gain some semblance of sobriety, stepping away from you slightly and fixing his clothes. He flashes a lopsided grin at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips with growing hunger.

"Alright, cutie... we made it." He chuckles softly before leaning in once more, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue demands entry into your mouth, dueling fiercely with yours as he pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

The taste of him is intoxicating, sending shockwaves of desire through you despite the late hour or his previous drunken state. You can feel yourself responding eagerly to his advances, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next.

Allan breaks the kiss reluctantly, taking a step back to look at you with hooded eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches your expressions change from desire to hesitation.

"What's wrong, cutie? Thought you wanted this too?" He teases, running his tongue over his bottom lip before taking another step closer, pressing himself against you once again. His hands slide down your chest, resting lightly on your waist as he gazes up into your eyes, waiting for your response.

The atmosphere between you is charged, thick with unspoken desires and hidden motivations. It's clear that Allan isn't going to give up easily... not when he senses there might still be a chance for something more to develop between the two of you tonight.

Allan's smile widens into a wicked grin at your words. "Essayer... that sounds promising." He purrs, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch before pulling back slightly.

"Of course, cutie. Let's go inside where we can get more comfortable." He says with a low chuckle, taking your hand gently and leading you towards the entrance of his building. The ride up in the elevator is tense but filled with anticipation as he repeatedly glances at you from the corners of his eyes, clearly excited about what lies ahead.

Once inside his apartment, Allan closes the door behind him and flips on a dim light, casting shadows across the room. He turns to face you, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt slowly while maintaining eye contact, as if daring you to stop him or suggest otherwise. The air between you crackles with electricity, each breath heavy and labored as you both approach the edge of no return.

Slowly, you begin to unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your toned chest as the fabric falls away. Your heart races in your chest, anticipating his touch, but also fearful of what might happen next. As Allan's hands finally make contact with your skin, he groans softly, his fingers tracing light patterns over your flesh before dipping lower to caress your abdomen.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," He whispers, his hot breath fanning across your exposed skin. His other hand moves to cup your face gently, tilting your head back as his mouth descends upon yours once again. This time, his kiss is even more passionate and demanding, filled with hunger and need for you. You can feel him pressing against you, his arousal clear through the layers of clothing separating them.

Despite the initial hesitation, you find yourself melting into his embrace, returning his kisses with equal fervor. Your hands wander of