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Jeonghan doesn’t know how many times he’s checked his outfit in the mirror, but he’s sure it’s a ridiculous amount so he exits the bedroom and makes his way downstairs where everyone is waiting to leave. Somehow, everyone let Ten convince them that going line dancing at a western themed club was a good idea because a trip to America wasn’t a trip to America without doing very American things. He knew it was just another excuse to go look at hot guys and get laid again, but he wasn’t complaining. He’d been dying to get fucked and the last few bars they went to didn’t bring him any luck, so if a western themed one is what it took, then so be it.
The second he reaches the main floor, he’s met with playful catcalling and teasing. Soonyoung, who not-so-subtly has his hand resting on Jihoon’s ass, eyes Jeonghan up and down. Jeonghan spins, showing off his outfit then raising his brows and looking around at everyone.
“You look hot,” Jihoon giggles.
“Yeah. Like a high end slut,” Soonyoung licks his lips.
He’s in low rise, jean shorts that can hardly be classified as such, the front pockets showing out the bottom and his ass cheeks on display. His white top has short tassels with gems attached hanging down from it and to fit the theme, he’d gotten himself a pair of boots, brown and stopping just above his ankles, along with a large buckle belt. His long, waist length hair has been lightly curled and he wear just enough makeup to accentuate his already pretty features.
“Aw, thank you. That’s the point, Soonyoung,” Jeonghan says sarcastically. “I need to get fucked and like yesterday.”
“You got two willin people, and one of us has a big dick,” Soonyoung chuckles.
Jeonghan approaches the couple, turning around and bending over in front of them. Jihoon licks his lips, reaching out and hooking a finger into his belt loop. He yanks him closer and Jeonghan smirks, rolling his hips. Soonyoung grabs another loop but pushes him forward to get a better look, for his own desire and to make sure there’s not too much showing. He is a good friend at the end of the day.
“Does the hot couple wanna fuck me again?” Jeonghan coos mockingly.
“Dressed like that, you’re damn right we do. You’ll leave us limping again,” Jihoon says.
Jeonghan giggles, standing straight and turning around. He shakes a finger no at them. “No thanks. You guys just wanna fuck me. You won’t actually date me.”
“Who said that?” Soonyoung scoffs.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes with a smile. Everyone but Minki and Ten look shocked, the two of them giggling. Renjun looks between the three of them, his brows pinched.
“So… you guys just like fuck… casually?”
“Yeah,” they shrug in unison.
“Alrighty. Time to go,” Minki laughs, dragging Jonghyeon to the door.
“Yeah. Time to get you some dick,” Ten says, grabbing Jeonghan by the arm.
“What if there’s no one in there he likes?” Wooyoung sighs.
“We’ve been there plenty of times. Trust me when I say there’s someone for everyone in that place. Even you,” Taeyong says.
“Okay, so what about you guys then?” Seokmin raises a brow.
“Yeah. There must be some reason you guys go back there so much. Or someone,” Jisoo laughs.
Ten and Taeyong look at each other, smirking for a moment then shrugging and looking away without answering. Everyone piles into the rental cars to make their way to the club. It’s a short drive and they get in quickly because of course, somehow someway, Ten knows the owner. Jeonghan’s learned to stop asking him questions and just go with it. The first hour is spent having fun together, not even giving a guy any attention, despite all the staff being shirtless and ripped. Ten and Taeyong know a good bit of the line dances since they’ve come so many times, teaching the rest of the group so they can join in. Jeonghan finds himself having more fun that he thought he would. One of them involves rolling your hips while getting low to the ground, and as he’s doing this he catches the stare of one of the staff, a sexy smirk on his face as his eyes scan over Jeonghan’s body. As they’re turning to the next wall, Jeonghan’s head remains facing toward the man. The man tips his hat, Jeonghan smiling as he watches him move to a different area of the room.
“Guys! Let’s go order some shots!” Jisoo suggests, everyone agreeing and following him off the floor.
As they sit at the bar, they notice screaming and loud laughter along with the voice of an MC. They turn their heads in the direction of the noise. Jeonghan takes his shot then goes over to see what’s going on, the rest of the group following. There’s a mechanical bull, and the guy who was staring at Jeonghan earlier laughs gently into the microphone as the person flies off. He watches the man go over to help the person up and praise them for trying hard. He turns to look at the crowd and his eyes fall on Jeonghan again, and even while the next person is on, he continues to glance over at him, throwing him that sexy smile.
Jeonghan bites his lip as he stares at him. His skin is kissed with a tan, his biceps massive and his jeans low enough to show off his v-line and that vein Jeonghan so desperately wishes he couldn’t see right now. And that damn mullet that he wants to pull on while he traps the man’s head between his thighs.
“He is so giving you that hat tonight,” Ten whispers in his ear.
Jeonghan turns his head to look at him, confused. “Why would he do that?”
“Hat rule. Duh.”
“The fuck is the hat rule?”
“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” Ten smirks.
Jeonghan turns away with a blush on his cheeks, looking at the man again. His eyes dart over to the bull as the person is flung off again. The man helps them up then turns to the crowd again, trying to encourage someone to get on next.
“Oh no. We’re not scared, are we?” he laughs, then hums. “How about I ride with the next person?”
Jeonghan feels hands on his back then he’s stumbling forward. He snaps his head around, glaring at his friends who look around like they’ve done nothing.
“Don’t be shy,” the man says, and Jeonghan turns to face him, sees his hand extended out. The man takes his hat off and holds it to his chest. “Howdy, sugar.”
Jeonghan looks at his hand then back into his eyes and smiles. He takes his hand. “Hi.”
The man puts his hat back on and guides him to the bull, getting on first then pulling Jeonghan up. Jeonghan sits facing him, mostly on his lap.
“What’s your name?” the man asks, point the microphone to him.
“Jeonghan.”
“Well, Jeonghan, I’m Seungcheol. No need to be scared. No one falls ridin with me,” he smiles.
Jeonghan smiles back. “Okay.”
His smiles falls when the machine starts up and he’s latches on tight to Seungcheol. Cheers are loud around them but Jeonghan’s buried his face in Seungcheol’s neck and isn’t paying attention. Seungcheol chuckles.
“Aw, c’mon. Gotta show us that pretty face, sugar.”
Jeonghan lifts his head just as their bodies are jerked to the side, but he feels strangely safe with Seungcheol’s arm wrapped around his waist and he giggles. Seungcheol smiles as the laughter spills from Jeonghan’s mouth. With one of the bull’s movements, Jeonghan falls completely onto Seungcheol’s lap, his lower half grinding into him. He bites his lip to hold back his whimper, looking down and blushing slighter before looking back up to see Seungcheol smirking at him again. The blush blooms all over. Jeonghan finds it embarrassing that he’s becoming wet just from being bounced in his lap.
Seungcheol helps him down when it ends, holding onto him when he starts wobbling. “Easy there,” he chuckles. “How was the ride?” he smirks yet again.
Jeonghan can tell what he’s really asking and he blushes again. He’s lost count of how many times his cheeks have heated red. “Fun,” he says into the microphone.
Seungcheol nods with a smile. “Glad I could satisfy,” he says, and Jeonghan knows what he means by that.
Seungcheol takes off his hat again, placing it on Jeonghan’s head and adjusting it then nodding in approval. “Looks good on ya,” he says, leaning in to whisper. “Go talk to a manager and request me. You’ll get me all to yourself.”
Jeonghan looks at him with wide eyes and nods before turning to walk back to his friends. He can feel Seungcheol’s eyes on him and when he looks over his shoulder he catches him staring at his ass before he’s looking away to continue working.
“I told you!” Ten says when he reaches them. “I bet his dick is massive, too.”
“Shut up!” Jeonghan says as he’s looking around. He spots one of the managers near the back of the room and pushes through his friends to go to them.
“Where are you going?!” Renjun shouts over all the voices.
“To get some fucking dick!” Jeonghan shouts back. He looks confused and nervous when he approaches the manager. “Um… how does requesting a cowboy work?”
The manager pushes himself off the wall. “Gotta pay the request fee then we bring you back to their room and you get them for as long as you wish as long as you don’t cross boundaries.”
Jeonghan nods. “Okay. How much is the fee? And I’d like to request Seungcheol.”
“Oh. No fee for you.”
“What?”
“He pointed you out the second he saw you. Told all the managers if you requested not to charge you.” He turns around and pulls back a curtain leading to a hallway lit with blue led lights. “Let’s go.”
Jeonghan follows him down the hall until they make it to Seungcheol’s room. The manager lets him in then tells him Seungcheol will come back when he finishes up with the current rider. Jeonghan takes a look around. The room is dimly lit up red, a nice looking couch on one side of the room and a table with a cigar tray. His nose scrunches when he looks at it, not in love with the fact that he smokes, but he figures he could be judging him for worse things.
He turns when he hears the door opening then closing, Seungcheol stepping into the room. Seungcheol eyes him up and down as he round the table, grabbing a cigar out of the box next to the tray and leaning back when he sits on he couch, legs spread wide. Jeonghan bites his lip, eyes trailing down from his toned abdomen to his crotch. He wonders just how big it is. Seungcheol curls his finger inward, telling Jeonghan to come. Jeonghan approaches and sits on his lap, Seungcheol placing a hand on his hip.
“Light me up?” Seungcheol asks politely.
Jeonghan sighs but reaches behind him and grabs his lighter off the table and lights the cigar for him. He watches Seungcheol puff a few times, smoke forming before he inhales slowly then exhales a steady stream of white.
“Smoking’s bad for you, y’know,” Jeonghan says, placing the lighter back on the table.
“Ain’t killed me yet, sugar,” Seungcheol chuckles.
“But it could,” Jeonghan pouts. “You should stop.”
Seungcheol pauses for a moment then nods. “I’ll consider.”
“So, the cowboy thing just an act or…?”
“Nah, baby. I’m as country as they come,” Seungcheol laughs.
“But, you’re Korean.”
“Born there, yeah. Raised in the states right here in the south. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m very in touch with and love our culture. It’s beautiful.”
Jeonghan smiles. “Glad to see you didn’t lose that part of you. Why work here though?”
“Seemed fun when I signed up and it is. Good pay and I get to see some real beauties in this place,” Seungcheol smiles. “Though, I got a feelin I ain’t gonna be lookin at no one else anymore. So, whatcha wanna do first?”
Jeonghan hums then slides off his lap and drops to his knees. Seungcheol smiles down at him, reaching for his hat and pulling it off of him before setting it next to him. Jeonghan reaches for his belt buckle, undoing it then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Seungcheol slides his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, already half hard. Jeonghan gasps, first at the size of it then when he sees four laddered piercings on it.
“Fuck,” he moans quietly, squeezing his thighs together as he grabs it.
Seungcheol hums deeply as Jeonghan starts to stroke him. “Shit. Your hands are so soft,” he sighs, relaxing further into the couch.
Jeonghan giggles, leaning forward and licking up the whole shaft before taking him into his mouth. He goes down slowly until his nose is pushing into his crotch then pulls back up and sets a steady pace. Seungcheol blows out a stream of smoke, coughing lightly then whistling.
“Goddamn,” he huffs, hips bucking involuntarily. Jeonghan gags on him and he chuckles. “Sorry.”
Jeonghan only continues on, looking up to make eye contact with Seungcheol. He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, Seungcheol’s chest heaving. He reaches forward and grabs Jeonghan by the hair, yanking him off and throwing him on the couch. Jeonghan whimpers, gushes of wetness soaking his shorts. Seungcheol sets his cigar on his tray then squats down in front of Jeonghan to unbuckle his belt before pulling off his shorts. He licks his lips at the glistening folds.
“No panties?” he smirks.
Before Jeonghan can get a word out, he’s moaning lewdly as Seungcheol starts to lap up his juice. Seungcheol hums at the taste, sticking his tongue inside him to taste more.
“I was right callin you sugar. Sweetest dessert I ever tasted,” he chuckles, licking his lips.
Jeonghan whines, pushing his hips forward and pushing Seungcheol’s head down. Seungcheol laughs again before continuing to eat him out, Jeonghan throwing his head back and grinding into his face. He grips Seungcheol’s hair hard, moaning loudly and breathing heavy.
“Fuck. Do all cowboys eat like this?” he moans.
Seungcheol scoffs. “Nobody eats like me, baby.”
“Someone’s cocky,” Jeonghan giggles.
“And this cowboy backs up his talk,” Seungcheol winks, diving right back in.
Jeonghan finds it embarrassing how quickly he’s being pushed over the edge, crying out when Seungcheol seals his lips around his clit and sucks. A string of curses falls from his lips and he tries to push Seungcheol away, but he wraps his arms under his thighs and holds him in place.
“Seungcheol, please! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Seungcheol only keeps going, but he jerks back in surprise when he feels a stream of wetness slapping him in the face, Jeonghan’s legs shaking as he cries. Seungcheol doesn’t say so out loud, but he knows there’s no way in hell he’s ever letting another man touch Jeonghan after this.
He allows him a few minutes to come down, sitting on the couch next to him and rubbing all over him. Once Jeonghan’s caught his breath, he leans over and kisses Seungcheol. He doesn’t exactly love the way he can taste the cigar on his breath, but it’s not the worst thing on earth. Seungcheol runs his fingers through his hair, slipping his tongue in his mouth when he moans. They explore each other’s mouths, Seungcheol’s hand falling to Jeonghan’s pussy. He slide two fingers in, pumping in and out and smirking at Jeonghan as his jaw drops and he stares into his eyes. Jeonghan’s brows pinch in pleasure as Seungcheol curls his fingers inside of him.
“Yeah,” Seungcheol nods cockily. “I know it feels good.”
Jeonghan whines, reaching for Seungcheol’s cock and pumping up and down. Seungcheol groans.
“Ready for another ride?”
Jeonghan nods eagerly. Seungcheol pulls his fingers out, Jeonghan whining in protest then squeaking when he’s pulled onto Seungcheol’s lap, his cock rubbing against his clit. Seungcheol wraps his arm him and leans forward to grab his cigar, ashing it then putting it back in his mouth. He picks the hat up off the couch and places it back on Jeonghan’s head before leaning back and looking down.
“Go on, baby,” he says, taking a drag.
Jeonghan gulps, wondering if it’ll all fit and if it does, will he even be able to handle it? He’s never had sex with someone who has their cock pierced. He pushes away his anxiety and takes a deep breath, taking hold of his cock and lifting himself up before dropping down and slowly impaling himself. He gasps as he’s stretched open so wide he can’t even comprehend that he’s not tearing. The second he feels the piercings, his eyes roll. He places his hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders when he bottoms out and starts to bounce himself up and down on his cock slowly. Seungcheol inhales then exhales smoke again.
“C’mon, sugar. Ride it like ya own it,” he says, rolling his hips upward.
“Yes, daddy,” Jeonghan whines, moving his hands to Seungcheol’s knees and leaning back, his hair flying as he bounces faster.
“Mmh, I like that. Call me it again,” Seungcheol demands, looking down and watching his cock slide in and out of Jeonghan.
“Daddy,” Jeonghan whimpers, tears beginning to build up in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re so big. You’ll murder someone with this thing.”
“Only thing I’m murderin is this pussy,” Seungcheol chuckles. “And the hell you mean ‘someone?’ I don’t want nobody but you.”
“We just met and we’re already fucking,” Jeonghan says through labored breathing, eyes rolling a second later when his pussy clenches around Seungcheol and his piercings press hard into his walls.
“What’s ya point, sugar? I’m a man who knows what he want and what I want is you,” Seungcheol says.
“Gotta do some better convincing than that,” Jeonghan says. It’s a lie. Jeonghan fully intends to say yes if he asks him out after this.
“Baby, we cowboys take care of ours. You could be my pretty little stay at home wife if that’s what you want. Don’t gotta work a day in ya life. Just be beautiful and relax. I’ll bring home everything.”
“Moving a little fast, aren’t we?” Jeonghan giggles. “Take me on a date first.”
Seungcheol chuckles, moaning when Jeonghan circles his hips in a slow grind. “Shit, you really can ride,” he says, eyes back on his pussy.
He groans when Jeonghan starts to bounce on him again, sticky white smearing all over his cock and the sound resounding disgustingly through the room. Seungcheol just about loses his mind when he sees it, taking one final drag of his cigar then putting it out on the ash tray before wrapping his arms around Jeonghan’s back and standing. Jeonghan squeals, his arms flying to wrap around Seungcheol’s neck. He’s sure no one can hear him screaming, but it doesn’t stop him from blushing with embarrassment. Seungcheol’s strength is crazier than Jeonghan anticipated. He’d figured the man could easily pick him up, but for him to be fucking him this hard in this position? Jeonghan can’t even speak anymore. Drooling on himself and babbling nonsense. His pussy clenches repeatedly, trying to milk Seungcheol’s cock, the man cursing under his breath.
“You keep doin that, I might bust right in ya,” he says through clenched teeth.
Jeonghan reaches up, tugging on his hair and begging. “Please.”
“Bu-“
“I-I’m on the pill,” he breathes out. “And if it doesn’t work there’s plan b a-and if that fails then it was supposed to happen. So, please. Give it to me.”
Seungcheol chokes on his breath, his cheeks burning red as he cums immediately. He’s never had someone beg him to cum inside, always too scared with the thought of getting pregnant. Jeonghan just hums and moans happily as his hot seed fills him before spilling out around his cock.
“Thank you,” Jeonghan smiles, slurred giggles falling past his lips. His eyes are so fucked out and Seungcheol wonders if he’s crazy for thinking he’s falling in love right in this moment.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters, mentally cursing at himself. “Um… did you mean what you said?”
“What? About taking me on a date or knocking me up?”
“Both.”
Jeonghan giggles, hissing as Seungcheol slides his cock out of him. “Both,” he answers.
Seungcheol’s eyes widen for a moment as he sets Jeonghan down. He nods, reaching for the pack of wipes he keeps in his room. “Lemme clean ya up,” he says, gently wiping up the cum spilling out his pussy.
Jeonghan watches him with a small smile, reaching for his hand and stopping him when he goes to clean cum out of him. Seungcheol looks up with his brow raised.
“Would I be crazy if I told you to leave it?” Jeonghan asks quietly.
Seungcheol laughs, looking down and shaking his head. “Just my kinda crazy,” he says, looking back up with a smile. He stands and starts to clean himself up before pulling up his pants and fixing his belt. “Put ya clothes on, sugar. Let’s get you back to those friends of yours.”
Jeonghan nods and does as told. When he goes to pull the hat off to return it to Seungcheol, the man shakes his head. “Nah. You keep it.”
Jeonghan leaves it, blushing and turning away with a smile. Seungcheol smiles, approaching him and lifting his head by his chin. “You know what that means, right?”
Jeonghan shakes his head. “No.”
“Means I better not see another man trynna hit on ya or his teeth and my fist is goin on a date.”
Jeonghan grins. “We’re not even dating yet.”
“Yet?” Seungcheol smirks, leaving over and wrapping his arms around Jeonghan’s waist. “You see us workin out?”
Jeonghan hums, tilting his head side to side and shrugging with a smile. Seungcheol’s eyes dart to his lips and he leans in to peck them with his own. “Movies at my place count as a date? Tonight?”
“You’re not an axe murderer, are you?” Jeonghan jokes.
“I got an axe, but I ain’t gon murder ya,” Seungcheol laughs.
Jeonghan giggles. “Take me home tonight, cowboy. I want more than a movie night, though,” he bats his lashes.
“Pretty baby want another ride?” Seungcheol hums, eyes heavy lidded.
“Yeah, but on that sexy face you got,” Jeonghan says, pulling away and walking to the door.
Seungcheol licks his lips as he watches Jeonghan’s hips sway before he opens the door. He follows behind him, catching up and wrapping his arms around him from behind as they walk down the hall to return to the main area. He kisses Jeonghan’s cheek then nips his ear teasingly, Jeonghan giggling.
“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.”