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"You've played pool before, right?"

Your gaze falls on the male with blonde parted hair, attached to his movements as he chalked the tip of the wooden cue with a tiny cube. The sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled up, the buttons halfway undone ' his physique, overall, was just so prominent to you.

"Yeah, a few times," you lied. You knew the rules and how to strike the cue ball to score a pocket, but it was only once in a lifetime you ever played.

You approach the end of the billiards table where the cue ball stood across from you on the baulk line. Nestled in the triangular ball rack were the multicolored stripes and solids a few inches away, the apex aligned with the cue ball.

As you stared into the green velvet, a sudden memory from awhile back clicked in your brain. "Remember when you used to send me iMessage games when you got bored at work?"

"Oh yeah," Nanami's expression turns soft from recalling it, adjusting his glasses. "I'd always win."

"Nah, that's a lie," you teased. "

I'm

the one that always won. Especially on 8 ball."

"Hm. If you say so," he scoffed, walking back to your side. "Maybe we can test that theory out by playing one round."

"Alright. Should we make a bet to spice things up?"

"Wasn't exactly thinking of a bet," he says as he rubbed his chin. "But we could spice things up by turning it into a drinking game."

"Ooh." You ruminated on Nanami's idea, the thought of it alone giving you a thrill. "I'd like that."

"Sounds good. Shall we play, then?"

Your lips curl to a smirk of approval, grabbing your cue that stood against the table and chalked it. You were alone with him in this secluded billiards room and bar. The tension in the air was so brittle. Whatever move you made, whatever comes out your lips, he'd be the only one to witness it.

Nanami stood on the opposite end to slip off the ball rack, gesturing for you to break. You pursed your lips, the cue sliding between your index finger and the knuckles of your middle finger from your non-dominant hand. With the thick end of the cue gripped comfortably in your dominant hand, you lowered yourself down, narrowing your eyes at the cue ball.

The male's hands stood in his pockets impassively, drawing his eyes onto you in your concentrated state. You were bent over, your back arching, and your self-confidence radiating. His mouth twists to a small smirk in amusement.

As your cue's approach to the cue ball accelerated gradually, the stroke felt comfortable enough for you to finally strike. You collected great momentum and proceeded to hit it, watching it thrash with the nestled balls that scattered on the baize. The satisfying clacks and clinks from the phenolic resin material echoed in your brain.

Nanami's eyebrows rose, impressed of your breaking as an amateur. "Wow. You got a red solid in the side pocket."

"Side pocket, huh," you smirked. The triumph in you rose, encouraging you more.

Nanami placed two shot glasses on the side rails and poured one ounce of bourbon that he found from the bar in each glass. "If you miss, you have to take a shot. Whoever gets drunk first is the loser."

You proceeded around the table where Nanami stood, averting your gaze to the cue ball near a green solid; the closest to a corner pocket. You maintained the angle you estimated, finding yourself slowly bending over in front of him.

You held in your laughter, trying not to give him the wrong idea. But truth is, you

wanted

him to think what you were thinking. You

wanted

him to feel how you're feeling in this very moment. He was mere inches away from you; being so close with him sent the blood in your body ablaze and he hasn't even touched you yet.

Your posture attempts to loosen within his aura. You were desperate to find that stride from earlier and be in control again, but you easily give in.

"I know what you're trying to do," he whispers, sliding his hands out of his pockets.

"Oh? I'm just trying to decide my next shot," you lied again.

"Then hurry the hell up." His expression remained nonchalant, unable to see his eyes from the sheen in his glasses.

You sighed in discontent, not really surprised by his impatient, aloof manner. You knew that he didn't really mean it so you shrugged it off. Proceeding with a swift, clean stroke on the cue ball, you watch as the green solid successfully lands in the pocket.

After awhile, you managed to get a purple and yellow solid in. It was totally unexpected, especially from how long ago you played. Nanami watches impressively, not only at how well you play, but your form ' constantly leaning over the table, stretching your body right in front of him. It was enough to muse him.

As you aimed for the blue solid next, you suddenly miss, watching it hit the rims of the pocket but not rolling inside. "Well shit," you muttered, straightening your posture.

"Drink up," Nanami smirks, handing over the shot glass.

You hold the glass to your lips, arching your neck back as you swallow the strong notes of vanilla, flourishing down your throat. It was sweeter than the other wines you drank, the tastes more flavorful and composite.

This time you watch Nanami as he lowered down across the table, targeting the green striped ball. In the blink of an eye, his forceful strike sent the target straight into the corner pocket at a briskly speed. It was impossible to catch a glimpse of that striped ball rolling on the baize. It all felt so quick, so intimidating, so mind blowing.

"Damn," you scoffed.

"Sorry. Did that scare you?" he says, adjusting his glasses again.

Yes. That was so fucking hot.

". . . Nah," you replied, setting your shot glass down. "That looked really cool though."

He leans across again, hitting the orange stripe. It all went by fast as he constantly wandered to other ends of the billiards table, bending over to aim. You were stunned by how he managed to get four of the target balls but missed the purple stripe.

"Now we're finally even," you say.

Nanami takes a shot and smirked down at the floor. "We'll see about that."

Time passes by. You've got two in, then followed by another miss. Nanami scored two in as well with the 8 ball remaining that he somehow missed. So far, the both of you have taken two shots. As you were down to your last ball, the 8 ball, your mood suddenly relaxes.

"Which pocket are you going for?" Nanami asks.

"The top right." For some reason, you felt a rush of happiness. It was refreshing to experience something delightful like this. But that sudden happiness faded when the cue ball made its way in a pocket after scoring the 8 ball. Your heart dropped and your body sulked in bewilderment.

Nanami inhaled sharply after witnessing your fatal loss, folding his arms. "Well. . . that sucks."

You reach over to pour yourself another shot. You were desperate to find that brief happiness you encountered earlier, thinking that the bourbon was already starting to hit. "I guess this is another round for me," you say, eyes starting to squint.

Nanami leaned against the table in front of you. "You don't have to, you know."

"

But I want to

," you cooed, slanting your head at him coquettishly. "Drink with me, Kento.

Please?

"

He slips off his glasses this time, the sight of finally seeing his remarkable features immersing you to a vulnerable state. He had a strong effect on you, probably stronger than the bourbon, that drove you to the brink. You arch your neck again as you consumed your third round.

"Three shots and you're drunk already?" Nanami coaxed, captivated by your tipsy behavior. "Damn. Wish that'd happen to me. I'd save so much money."

You hoist yourself on the table beside him and swung your legs back and forth off the edge. Everything in your atmosphere became less inclined and more hazy as you were enchanted with sudden confidence.

"Kento. You look so 'good, ' you 'complement, your speech beginning to slur. 'Has anyone told you that? '

Nanami stood up, his bold presence giving a slight tug in your stomach as he draws closer to you. You look at him with heated eyes, lips parted like an invitation. "Alright. That's enough for you tonight," he mutters. "Give me the bottle."

"Aw," you pout. "What if I don't want to give it to you?"

"Then that would be a very bad choice."

You feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he inched closer. Nanami's hands made its way to your thighs, making your pulse beat rapidly. It felt so fervent to you, the way how he held onto your body. It was soft and gentle, almost like a sweet caress.

"You don't wanna make bad choices, do you?" His warm lips were near your jawline from tilting his head, the soft mutters making you shiver. You were unsure if it was the alcohol or Nanami himself sending your nerves shuddering.

"Fine," you whispered. "I'll give it to you. . ."

". . . if you kiss me."

Nanami's cold thumb slips on the bottom of your lip, cupping your face. "Where would you like for me to kiss you?"

"Here." You leaned your lips closer to his face, waiting for him to reply. His expression changes from the gleaming lust in your eyes. He takes your chin to crane it higher, noticing how easily the alcohol consumed you.

After dwelling for so long, he loses his patience with you. His lips finally press onto yours, where you can taste the sweetness of the wine. Your body began to vibrate, condensed in the tender moment laced with a rush of positive emotions. It was like the primitive side of your brain was in charge, but it was the worst choice for it to take course of your actions.

The kiss turns sloppy. You couldn't think. You utterly lost yourself, falling onto the table and setting the bottle down. Your fingers tangled in Nanami's hair, pressing yourself further to his chest as he hovers above you. He uses his tongue to part your lips, exhaling every few seconds.

Nanami tugged on the fabrics of your top. You slip it off, the sudden chill hitting on your skin. "Can I kiss you here?" he whispers to your neck this time.

"Yes. . ."

You sway your head back and sighed. His tongue left wet trails to your bare chest this time, the goosebumps tingling on your skin. "And here?"

"Yes," you say again, this time more desperate.

The urgency for him led to slipping off your undergarments in a haste manner. Your clothes puddled on the floor along with Nanami's top. You were astonished by the muscular tones of his body, brushing your fingertips down his abs. He takes your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You say his name once again. Caught in the tender moment, face-to-face, skin-to-skin, the lingering looks of temptation. The wine has already intoxicated you and you gladly let it. You've thought about a moment with him like this, especially when sober.

You knew you weren't going to regret this.

Nanami pins your hands down on the baize, planting another kiss as he slides in. Fingers locked with his, your grip falls tighter on him as if you had nothing else to hold on to. It was a strange, wild feeling to embrace while being drunk.

His ears were against your lips, hearing the swelling sighs and faltering moans. Nanami heaves himself, cupping onto your breasts. Your body bounces back and forth on the table, clenching down on his cock. Every thrust made you wail, the series of agonizing screams, profanities and rising vowels slip from your mouth from all the sensitive spots he managed to hit.

It terrified you, really. How was he able to do that? What's his technique?

Nanami pushed himself off your chest, pinning your hands above your head. His eyes focus on everything ' from your face, to your breasts, and to your sweet cunt that already had you dripping. Your eyes started fluttering and your forehead glistened with beads of sweat. It's like you were already on edge.

The next thing you knew a few moments later, you found yourself leaning over the table again. Your back arched greatly from rocking on his cock for the second time, letting him hold onto your hips. It made your walls quiver, the way he absorbed you completely until you felt your orgasm building again.

His movements never slowed and it drove you crazy. Full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing, and your legs quavering from every fraction of his cock. Nanami grunts, gripping onto your ass and pounding into you harder that you thought the damn table was going to shamble ' just like you.

And so you did. Brought to your shambling orgasm, your legs give up on you as well as your senses. Nanami panted heavily, zipping back up his slacks after turning you into a wild mess. You managed to climb on the pool table and collapse. There was no other place to lie down on except for the baize.

Nanami sighed down at your exasperated body. "Looks like I'm the one driving you home tonight."