After-Hours Pour

The moment Mark locked eyes with the tall stranger across the crowded office party, heat slammed into his gut like a shot of cheap whiskey. The guy leaned against the makeshift bar in a half-open dress shirt, dark stubble framing a sharp jaw, watching him with lazy hunger that made Mark’s cock twitch behind his tight black pants. The annual tech-firm bash had spilled into the swanky downtown lounge after ten; most people were drunk and loud, but this late-night guest looked like he’d come for something far more specific.

“Another bourbon, neat,” the man said, voice low and rough as he slid onto a stool. His name tag read “Alex – Consultant.” Up close he smelled like cedar and clean sweat, the kind that made Mark want to bury his face in his neck.

Mark poured without looking away. “You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes, Alex. Not exactly subtle.”

亚历克斯嘴角一弯。“没想到在沉闷的公司派对上当酒保的人会介意被人当成这里唯一真实的存在。顺便说一句，你的手很漂亮。我一直在想象它们握着的可不只是酒瓶。”

马克呼吸一滞。休息室灯光昏暗，音乐震响，一半的灯已经被关掉了。已经没人再注意吧台这边了。他放下杯子，手指故意擦过亚历克斯的手。一阵电流窜上他的手臂。

“休息室没人，”Mark 压低声音说。“后走廊，第三扇门。两分钟。”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Heart hammering, he slipped out from behind the bar, nodding at a coworker that he was grabbing more ice. The hallway was cooler, quieter. He’d barely closed the break-room door when it opened again and Alex stepped in, locking it with a soft click.

“Fuck, you’re direct,” Alex growled, already crowding Mark against the counter. Their mouths crashed together, hot and messy, tongues sliding urgently. Mark tasted bourbon and pure want. Hands yanked at shirts; buttons pinged across the tile.

“自从见到你我就硬了，”马克在亲吻间隙承认，手掌揉着亚历克斯西装裤里鼓起的粗大凸起。“现在就想让你的鸡巴塞进我嘴里。”

亚历克斯低沉而淫荡地呻吟了一声。“那就跪下吧，酒保。”

马克迅速跪下，膝盖撞在冰凉的地板上。他扯开亚历克斯的皮带，把裤子往下拽，释放出一根沉重、青筋暴起的阴茎，啪地打在他脸颊上。龟头已经在渗液。马克舔了舔咸湿的马眼，然后贪婪地一口吞下，喉咙放松地包裹住粗长的肉棒。

“Shit… yeah, just like that,” Alex hissed, fingers tangling in Mark’s hair. He rocked his hips, fucking Mark’s mouth with shallow thrusts that grew deeper, balls tapping his chin. Wet slurping sounds filled the small room, mixed with Alex’s ragged breathing. “Your throat’s so fucking tight. You do this for every late-night guest?”

Mark pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. “Only the ones who look like they’ll wreck me after.” He sucked one of Alex’s balls into his mouth, tongue rolling, then took the whole shaft again until his nose pressed into trimmed pubes.

Alex pulled him up suddenly, spinning him around and bending him over the break-room table. Papers scattered. Mark’s pants were yanked down roughly, cool air hitting his bare ass. A slick finger—spit-wet—circled his hole before pushing inside.

“我整晚都在想你这个屁股，”亚历克斯嘟囔着，很快又加了一根手指，剪着、扩着。“真紧。你准备把每一寸都吃下去吗？”

“对——快操我，”马克哀求道，同时向后顶去。他自己的鸡巴无人触碰，抵在桌边一下下搏动，不停渗出液体。

The blunt head of Alex’s dick pressed against his entrance. One long thrust and he sank balls-deep, both men moaning loud enough they probably could’ve been heard if the music wasn’t blasting. The burn was perfect. Alex didn’t wait; he started pounding hard, hips slapping skin, the table creaking under them.

“天哪，你的洞把我夹得这么紧，像是想留住我，”亚历克斯喘着气说，一只手攥着马克的头发，另一只手狠狠拍打他的屁股。每一次抽插都碾过马克的前列腺，火花沿着他的脊椎窜上来。“射的时候叫我的名字。”

“Alex—harder, fuck!” Mark gasped. Sweat dripped down his back. The wet smack of flesh, the obscene squelch of lube-less fucking, the smell of sex and spilled drinks—it all pushed him right to the edge.

亚历克斯绕到前面，粗鲁地撸动马克的鸡巴。“射在我鸡巴上。让我感受一下。”

马克先崩溃了，大声叫喊着，浓稠的精液一股股溅到桌子和地板上。他的屁股紧紧夹住亚历克斯，像在榨取他。又是两下凶狠的抽插，亚历克斯整根没入，低沉而绵长地呻吟着，把滚烫的精液深深泵进马克搏动的肉穴里。被填满的感觉让马克在余韵中不住颤抖。

他们紧紧贴在一起，喘着气，额头抵在桌上。亚历克斯轻轻吻着马克的后颈，在粗暴的性爱之后，竟带着出人意料的温柔。

“还想要那杯波本吗？”马克气喘吁吁地笑道，声音沙哑。

“Only if you come home with me after your shift and let me do that again, slower this time,” Alex murmured against his skin. “I’m not done wanting you.”

Mark turned his head, catching Alex’s mouth in a lazy, sated kiss. “Deal. But next round you’re the one getting bent over.”

亚历克斯轻笑一声，仍深埋在他体内。“我就想要这样。”