Don't Test Me

Inconspicuous wasn’t really his tone. He could have gone for an unmarked car that belonged to the precinct, or ‘borrowed’ a vehicle from somewhere else to not seem so brazen. And yet here he was, barreling up the slick tar of the city streets towards the other’s shop. Dipped low in the seat of his smokey grey, Boss Hoss Cycle, licked with flames, Kakuzo pulled into the parking lot, coming to a rumbling stop in one of the parking spaces directly in front of the door. 

He’d always gotten a weird energy from here, as if the reminisce of something thick and slimy still coated the air, connected to the Alpha a strange way. Kicking the the stand down the bike tilted just slightly ajar on its side, the crunch of his boots turning as he lifted himself off it. The wolf shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather pants, strutting inside and straight past the lovely woman that sat at the desk. He gave her reaction a knowing grin, shooting her a wink before knocking slightly on the office door, then making his way inside without further invitation.

“Good afternoon Mr. Alpha Sir.” Kakuzo teased him, settling into one of the chairs across from where he’d sat at his desk, kicking his feet up comfortably. “Saw your little, oopsie in on my desk this morning,” he began, “I know the leak is bullshit Joon.”

Ever since the leak, Seojoon had been stressed and business had dwindled and he was afraid he’d lose his business just as he was really starting to make a name for himself. “You know how much my shop means to me. It’s the only semblance of normalcy that I have. Without this place my life is The Howlers. And I don’t want to just be that.” He couldn’t even talk to anyone about his budding relationship because they weren’t public. “Man, I’m just fucking stressed.” He finally admitted.

Sometimes Maja went to a bar because she was wearing cute clothes and wanted to be perceived. This was one of those nights. The enchanted doll was donned in a black mini dress that showed a tasteful amount of underboob, and was feeling more vixen-like in this look (especially paired with a bold red lip) than in her usual cute-with-an-edge ensembles. No doubt that treacherous re-encounter with Sypha had impacted her in more ways than one. Tonight she was haunting the Howler. She liked it there, though she'd only been once before. It had a certain grit that made being there a thrill, but it was still nice enough that Maja wasn't afraid of getting a venereal disease from sitting on the bar stools. She nursed a whisky sour. A couple of men had tried to pick her up, but she let them down easy. That wasn't the point of the outing. She was a fine work of art: to be admired but not touched. Although, Maja was reasonably sure she could be convinced otherwise by the right beau. At the moment, she was pretty intrigued by the man sat beside her at the bar. He was staring down at his drink, arms tensed. Maja was sure she could trace the corded line of muscle down his bicep if she just reached out and closed the space between them. "Rough night?" She asked, brow raised.

Sometimes Maja went to a bar because she was wearing cute clothes and wanted to be perceived. This was one of those nights. The enchanted doll was donned in a black mini dress that showed a tasteful amount of underboob, and was feeling more vixen-like in this look (especially paired with a bold red lip) than in her usual cute-with-an-edge ensembles. No doubt that treacherous re-encounter with Sypha had impacted her in more ways than one. Tonight she was haunting the Howler. She liked it there, though she’d only been once before. It had a certain grit that made being there a thrill, but it was still nice enough that Maja wasn’t afraid of getting a venereal disease from sitting on the bar stools. She nursed a whisky sour. A couple of men had tried to pick her up, but she let them down easy. That wasn’t the point of the outing. She was a fine work of art: to be admired but not touched. Although, Maja was reasonably sure she could be convinced otherwise by the right beau. At the moment, she was pretty intrigued by the man sat beside her at the bar. He was staring down at his drink, arms tensed. Maja was sure she could trace the corded line of muscle down his bicep if she just reached out and closed the space between them. “Rough night?” She asked, brow raised.

For Seojoon, a self care day consisted of him sleeping in until noon and ordering food and eating in bed while watching C list horror movies. Those were his favorite. Some where so bad they were good. It wasn’t until he’d decided to scroll through his phone that he had decided to get wasted at The Howler. He knew the touches weren’t real but it still hurt to see. He hadn’t opened his heart to anyone in years and fake or not, seeing Dragan with someone else still had him drowning himself in alcohol. And he’d much rather do that in public because at home he was more like to chase his Henny with tears. 

He glanced at the woman beside him as she  spoke. She was stunning. That much he could tell. “Rough night? Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled as he finished the last of his drink. “I kinda own this place so, whatever you want, put it on my tab. I’m feeling generous, tonight.” Seojoon had more money that he’d ever had, in life. But he never spent it, choosing to live simply. “But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m a taken man.” He slurred. 

The wolf wrapped a towel around his waist as he made his way back into his bedroom. His phone gave a reminder ping, letting him know that he had an unread message. He took a deep breath as he read the question. And for once, he wasn’t going to joke or beat around the bush. “Yeah.” He hit send, before drying off his body and sliding his legs into a pair of pajama pants. He hadn’t been in a relationship or even wanted one, since he was a teen. His last relationship was riddled with drugs and dark memories that he chose to push to the back of his mind.

Sure, Dragan dabbled in drugs but it wasn’t enough to truly trigger Seojoon. He’d grow stronger over the years and he knew that he couldn’t expect everyone to live a life free of drugs. But he was glad that Dragan never brought that part of his life into his home. They shared a respect for each other’s lifestyle and kept certain parts away. It was for the best. But he knew that Dragan was worth it. They hadn’t known each other for long but Seojoon felt things that he’d never felt before. With his ex, he was younger, drugged up and immature. But now he had his mind clear and his heart open.

He was older and wiser and he had a pull towards Dragan that he couldn’t explain. He just knew that if he didn’t confess his feelings, he would never forgive himself for letting Dragan get away. He was tired of making up scenarios about what if. He wanted the other man and he was done skating around the feelings that they both clearly felt for each other.

on cue like every pivitol moment in his life the cracked of thunder radiated through his body. rain had began to fall, it always began to fall. no matter how much he tried, how much fight was left in the little boy that his mother made it had always begun to rain. the droplets rattled from bone to bone as it shook the windows, slicking the agdoeg city streets in hopes to force such a godforsaken city to visualize its sins. the evening sky had grown dark, magenta hues hidden by grey clouds, glowing only an angry and reletenless orange at its base to remind him the the light was fleeting.

‘yeah? what did he mean yeah?’ wrapped itself around the deep, black sunken corners of his brain, mastering his motor functions at a much greater pace than he ever could. it froze him in place, harboring the grey silk pillow beneath the blulging of his muscles as his fingers hovered, hesitantly, over the message box. there was no smart mouth quip for him to hold onto. they’d disapear into the depths of his insanity, even as they clawed furious lines into his mind a constant reminder of what he was. 

‘”yeah?”‘ he began, finally willing his limbs to move, ‘”well…good.”’ there was no room for love or affection in a mind like his own. only an over bearing psychosis matched by an equally bearing mask. what loving someone to a monster like him? he hadn’t even known if he truly loved his siblings, a feeling so foriegn to a psyce so broken. 

Seojoon was proud of the life he’d made for himself. He’d come a long way from overdosing on bathroom floors and going back and forth from rehab. He stood in his mirror, staring at a man that he was finally proud to be. He was as healthy. He had more money than he really knew how to handle. Most of it sat idle in his savings account. He had a nice two bedroom house that he’d fully paid for. And he had a man that he adored although it was sometimes hard for him to admit. He didn’t have a good track record when it came to relationships.

He made his way back to his bed, grabbing his phone, sending one more text. “Plan to stay the night.” He hoped that Dragan would catch on to what he was saying. They had messed around but they’d never had sex. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to. It just never seemed like the right time. But tonight felt right. He wanted Dragan in every way possible.

Seojoon smiled at his phone, something he’d been doing a lot since exchanging numbers with the mixed breed. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen as he turned to lay on his back. “.You know if I didn’t know any better I’d say that you liiiike me.” He added a winking emoji and then quickly sent another message. “And you’d better because I like you.” They never put a label to their relationship. But he spent his free time with Dragan. And he rarely did that for anyone. And on top of that, they hadn’t even had sex yet.

The fact that he was willing to wait for Dragan told him everything that he needed to know when it came to his feelings for the other man. He was putting himself out there as he decided to shoot one more text. He often sent texts back to back but now it was because he was a bit nervous. “Also…I hate to be that person cause I hate the ‘what are we?’ People but…what are we? Cause I fucking like you even though you’re annoying and a little shit.”

Smooth, Seojoon. That’s how you get a man. He groaned and locked his phone before deciding to shower. He want d some time to himself before reading whatever response he got from Dragan. He felt like a school girl with a crush. Dragan was an asshole but so was he. The man annoy d him most days but he wouldn’t want to be annoyed by anyone else. His annoyance now brought a smile to his face. It was endearing.

Sure, Dragan dabbled in drugs but it wasn’t enough to truly trigger Seojoon. He’d grow stronger over the years and he knew that he couldn’t expect everyone to live a life free of drugs. But he was glad that Dragan never brought that part of his life into his home. They shared a respect for each other’s lifestyle and kept certain parts away. It was for the best. But he knew that Dragan was worth it. They hadn’t known each other for long but Seojoon felt things that he’d never felt before. With his ex, he was younger, drugged up and immature. But now he had his mind clear and his heart open.

Hello everyone! As we said Meme Monday’s are making a return! Below are a few numbered questions to ask your fellow muns/muses. We’d like to thank wanderers-of-sornieth for the original version of the meme we’ve found as we did alter it and remove content based on our trigger list on the main, as well as changed the original prompt which is in a little blurb below!

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The world had gone to shit. And no, this wasn’t about the fucking virus and how it had wiped out most of the world. Seojoon wasn’t worried about that. He should be but that was the last thing on his mind. His world went to shit three and a half years ago. When he was a teenager, he thought that he’d found the love of his life. Drugs ruined that and his whole perception of what love was. It wasn’t until Dragan that he truly found the definition of love. That feeling where you feel as if you can’t breathe without the other. When you see them and the whole world seems to stop. The feeling you have when you wake up and they are laying right beside you and you just know that everything is going to be okay. That’s what he felt with Dragan.

But three and half years ago it all changed. Everything that they had was lost after one realization. They were both leaders or opposing gangs. The love he had for Dragan was the only thing stopping him from putting a hit out on the other man. He thought about it, at first but the thought alone made him sick. Since opening his shop, that was the first time I hat he closed and took a vacation. He spent a month in America, trying to get away from the man who had completely flipped his world upside down.

Once he returned home, he avoided his ex like the plague. Who would have thought that an airborne disease would forced them back together? They constantly ran into each other. Words were few and in between but every time that he saw a glimpse of him his heart ached. He wanted so badly just to reach out and pull him back in. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to want him but he’d tried to move on but nobody ever got past the first date.

He was well into his thirties now, joined only in life by loneliness. While his siblings seemed to settle into new bones that were placed into life he could only relish in the quiet that remained.

Tragedy struck too soon into the end of the world, he’d lost the only thing that had given him the will to love absent of evil. The only thing that could give Reign a run for his billions while allowing Dragan to emerge in a blissful blossom. Moving on wasn’t an option. He hadn’t wanted to, hadn’t craved the love of anyone else the way he’d craved the wolf’s. No one forced him into submission and then clawed him back to dominance the way the leader of the Howler’s could. And it ached him to think on it, even more so to catch the glimpses of him during dinner, and moments like these, when the plastic basket knocked against his ribs in surprise.

Seojoon scoffed, fully turning towards his ex. The beauty of Dragan still left him in awe. He hadn’t expected his breathing to hitch as he finally took a good look at the mixed breed. His eyes trailed over him, subconsciously checking to see if he had any injuries since he’d last run into him. It was so hard for him not to ask how he’d been or if he’d eaten yet. He still worried about his health and how he was holding up in this craziness that had become life. He didn’t even bother hiding his smile as he heard the tease that fell past Dragan’s lips.

“Well, I was only a puppy with you so…” his words were cut off but the slamming of the lid. Without even thinking, he walked over to Dragan and grabbed his hand. “In your thirties and still making me worry about you.” He huffed as he checked his hand. “I mean…be careful.” He dropped his hand and cleared his throat. This was awkward. He could have left by now but he k ew exactly why he was lingering. Every second that he spent In The room with him was as a second that he felt the slightest resemblance of normalcy.

xxx

There was a different tension in the air as Seojoon crossed him. From the moment he stepped in front of him to the moment he slipped into the expensive interior of the car it was as if their souls had held each other for a moment. Even when he looked away, he still felt trapped in his gaze and it sent a cold shiver down his spine. It delectably licked at his neck and caused the hairs at the nape of it to stand on end.

His stomach turned at the idea, being completely overwhelmed by him. Threatening to offer up something that he assumed would be his downfall. There was no one he’d ever trusted enough to have him in such a vulnerable position and yet he craved it. He craved it when Seojoon spoke and bared his teeth at him. With every ‘brat’ and every ‘asshole’, and in the same breath his bashful demeanor made him want to take him on. To break him down to nothingness and have him questioning his sanity, swallow him completely into his evil and ignite him with a pleasure he could never dream, both thoughts in a continuous battle as he settled into the driver’s seat of the Maserati.

He sped out of the parking lot, tires screaming across the rain slicked streets as he headed into the direction of his apartment. Dragan didn’t say a word, not at first. First a smirk dripped like gold across the king’s lips, “I’ll show you worth it.” The dragon noted, his inflated ego dripping in his tone, laced with ‘this could go either way’, no matter which side of the coin he’d be on, he’d show him a pleasure that knew no bounds.

Every turn to the top of the parking garage held anticipation. His jaw fluctuated in and out of clenching, trying to will away his own burning that sat at the base of his abdomen. The monstrous crave had returned, and it was painful, only sedated by the site of his personal parking space. Pressing the remote that was attached to the visor, the glass encasement opened. Black paned, glass paneling shifted outward on either side to welcome the luxury vehicle. As he pulled in, it shut behind him, the Maserati fitting snugly between both walls, lights swelling on to greet them. Like the gentleman he was, Dragan walked over to Seojoon’s side, pulling the door open for him to step out, face smug. He motioned to the lone elevator that waited for them.

“After you, again. Since I’m such a gentleman.”

Why was he even thinking like this? This was a hookup. A one night stand, if you will. He didn’t need to worry about it he fit into Dragan’s life. They’d fuck and Dragan would forget about him until he needed another custom paint job. He was essentially the help. He scoffed at the younger man’s words and rolled his eyes. “I bet.” He was really good at hiding his nerves. He couldn’t let Dragan know that he was having an effect on him.

Seojoon never saw himself leaving a bar with Dragan Jeup. In fact he never really saw himself doing anything with the youngest heir. The mix breed was annoyingly attractive. He knew how to push every single one of his buttons. The good and the bad. He was dangerous. He had the attitude that made Seojoon want more and the status to make him want to stay away. But that didn’t stop him from finishing his drink and climbing off of his barstool. “Keep calling me an old man and I’ll have to show you otherwise. Aren’t we like two years apart?” He rolled his eyes.

He hated how Dragan looked at him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill him or fuck him. And he was already too far wrapped around the allure that was Dragan Jeup. “You keep denying the attraction between us but yet you’re inviting me to your place? I don’t let intrigue follow me home unless it’s got a pretty face.” Seojoon that knew he was attractive. And he knew for a fact that Dragan thought so too. “Alright, let’s go.” He said, placing his drink down.

He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen once they arrived at Dragan’s place but he had an idea. Maybe they would bicker and then fall into bed. Maybe they’d change their minds and both would fall asleep in their own beds. Maybe they stay up all night talking and their clothes would stay put. Seojoon wasn’t sure but he wanted to find out.

xxx

it was almost comical, leading seojoon out to the very same 2022 maserati ghibli that introduced them in the first place. he could remember the way they challenged each other, dragan trying to use his privilege to get his way and the wolf, setting his boundaries in his territory. all together it was feral and exhilarating, making dragan want to rile him up whenever he got the chance. 

like he could see the snarl in his eyes, feel the growl threatening to thunder in his throat and too someone who craved the excitement of pain and chaos like the mixed-blood wanted. his mouth watered and his half dead heart beat as wildly as his biological make up could allow him. It made him crave more, like the first time he had to feed, satisfied by the reaction but the emptiness in his stomach was not yet fully sated.

the lights of the car blinked before it roared to laugh, a smirk on his lips at the way that it vibrated, the sleek, black black, paint job was dazzling beneath the street light of the parking lot. dragan slipped a hand into his pocket, slipping his thumb over his bottom lip before strutting over to the passenger side, as if he was a true gentleman. 

“after you,” he said, eyes flicking over seojoon’s form, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip before tucking between his teeth.

Seojoon followed Dragan out to the same car that got him in this position. The color was only a smidge darker than he’d originally painted it. It still caused his eye to twitch, just thinking about how the younger man had bitched at him. But he wouldn’t deny that their little argument hadn’t lit a fire in him that he’d thought had burnt out. Dragan made him want to both take lead and submit. And he’d never submitted to anyone. He’d been with other mean and women but he’d always been the dominate one.

How did this mix breed brat have his cock hard at the thought of bending over and having his cheeks spread, just waiting for the other to have his way with him? He’d never once wanted to give into another and it angered him and intrigued him at the same time. The wolf in him wanted none of that but the man in him wanted just that. “Well aren’t you a fucking gentleman?” He smirked, climbing inside the car that he’d detailed himself. The shit was beautiful. And Dragan looked like royalty against the ebony interior.

The way that Dragan spoke to him made him want to wrap his hands around his neck. It also made him want to teach him a lesson. He was probably use to everyone kissing his ass and worshipping the ground that he walked on. “Context clues, led me to my assumption. “And I’m not sure why you assume the whiskey in my glass is shit. It’s Blue Label, for your information.”

He hated that this brat made he want to go tit for tat with him. He was never the bickering type. He told people to fuck off and went about his day. But the mix breed had a hold on him that want to strangle him and kiss him all at once. “Contrary to popular belief, my kind isn’t all that friendly unless they are trained to be. And I’ve never been one to be trained to do anything that I don’t want to do. So, keep your scratches. I prefer belly rubs anyway.” He smirked, Feng a bit playful.

Dragan had a mouth on him and he hated to admit it but he liked it. “Aht aht. I never said you’d buy it. I only said you’d get it for me. Now, who’s got memory loss?” He accepted the drink and took a sip, letting the bitter liquid coat his tongue. “It’s not one or the other, Dragan. You’re every bit of both. Plus, I don’t think think you need me to tell you that you’re hot. You know it.” He hadn’t expected the younger man to invite him to his place but who was he to turn down anyone that looked like Dragan did? He may be a dick but he wasn’t dumb.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you think I’m hot.” He lifted the glass to his lips, eyes locked on the heir. He finished the drink and set the glass back onto the napkin. “I’m not looking to end my night here. I’ll admit, you make me want to push you off of that bar stool but I’d rather look at your ass than put you on it.”

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“ah yes, well sorry for insulting your seventy-two thousand won whiskey, if you want to keep drinking that we can put the imported shit I was going to give you back on the shelf.” there was a glint to his mismatched eyes, head tossing back to knock alabaster strands from his face. “you gotta work on your detective skills then mr. oh, can’t imagine why you would think I was anywhere near judgemental. come on i’m a mixed-breed, who am i to judge?” he teased, knowing well it was going to get a rise out of him, it was a specialty of his, usually garnered by gauging the competition but it was a different sense of pleasure seeing the way rage and attraction fizzled over his face.

the white dragon let the sweating glass marry his lips, the bitterness of the bourbon a welcomed burn across his reptilian tongue, tingling as it swirled in the confines of his esophagus, though it was met with a gentle chuckle, “hm well excuse me for thinking your were my friendly neighborhood stray wandering around the city,” he paused for a moment, “hmph, belly rubs. noted.”

his joke forced him to snort into his glass, having to suck the spillage up into his mouth before it dripped down his lips and over his chin. he reached for the onyx napkin, blotting it over his face and mouth, “more like, maybe i happened to miss your wording, i’m not an old man like you, what’re you like forty or something?” he teased in response. “you can just say i’m hot you know, no need to add an insult to it to seem  all huffed and full chested, you don’t even sound convincing.” 

his glass emptied into his mouth, settling down on the marble top of the bar with a slight tink. with the napkin he held, he rid his palms of the condensation, letting the pause between them become fully pregnant. “Intriguing? maybe, but hot? sounds like you’re just trying to blow your own head up.” the smile was smug eyes casting onto the bar with a slight twink of bashfulness. “oh?” dragan’s white brow raised in tandem, “well then, follow me out.”

He hated how Dragan looked at him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill him or fuck him. And he was already too far wrapped around the allure that was Dragan Jeup. “You keep denying the attraction between us but yet you’re inviting me to your place? I don’t let intrigue follow me home unless it’s got a pretty face.” Seojoon that knew he was attractive. And he knew for a fact that Dragan thought so too. “Alright, let’s go.” He said, placing his drink down.

He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen once they arrived at Dragan’s place but he had an idea. Maybe they would bicker and then fall into bed. Maybe they’d change their minds and both would fall asleep in their own beds. Maybe they stay up all night talking and their clothes would stay put. Seojoon wasn’t sure but he wanted to find out.

“So, you just assume that I can’t afford my own drinks?” He finished his drink and nodded for the bartender to refill his drink. “You haven’t given me a reason to be nice to you. Sure you’re hot but hot can only get you so far, Jeup.” Maybe he’d already had enough. He was saying things that he should have kept to himself. Why was he admitting his attraction when he could barely stand the rich brat next to him? It was because he looked damn good in those jeans.

“And if you wanted to get me a drink that’s all you had to say. No need to hide it between smart remarks and smirks.” He could read body language and people very well, for the most part. And Dragan was looking at him the same way he was sure that he was looking at Dragan. He knew that he was attractive. He also knew that Dragan found him attractive. He could see the way that his eyes scanned over him.

“You can get my next drink. It might be my last. I don’t care to sit in this bar all night.” He ran a hand through his raven locks and let his eyes land on the mixed breed. He hated how attracted he was to Dragan. The man annoyed him more than most people did. But the annoyance also reeled him in. There was something about him that made him want to linger around just a little bit longer. “You’re annoying. I hope that you know that.”

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“no , but you’re assuming that i think that, so who’s the actual judgemental one here?” as the bartender approached, he stopped the elder from ordering, opting to do the notion for him. “get me just a glass of the willet, and then replace whatever garbage whiskey he’s drinking in that old fashion that yamazaki you’ve got up there,” the vampire said pointing up the rows of dark alcohol set aglow by the blue spot lights above them to show them off. he shot the bartender a charming smile, sending a wink in his direction. dragan was a many of many feats and granted while trying to talk up the mechanic to pillage into his new found attraction, it didn’t keep him from reminding the people who belonged to him…just that.

“i don’t need a reason for you to be nice to me, shouldn’t your kind always be like, mans best friend or something like that? aren’t you used to being friendly and kind for like, scratches behind your ear or some shit?” he continued to tease unable to keep his unabashedness down, even before he’d allowed the burning slither of the bourbon in his throat. “i’m not buying you shit, i own it remember? come on old man, i know those cobwebs haven’t set in just yet.” the dragon still fished for his chanel wallet from his pocket, precise fingers flicking through a few bills before plucking three of them out of it. his timing paid off, the chaebol folding them and handing them to the bartender, “keep that for you, not this.” dragan motioned to the two drinks he’d fashioned onto black square napkins, turning back to seojoon with a smile.

a chuckle bloomed in his throat, dark and husky, sound of it matching the ambiance of the place they sat in. “am i annoying or am i hot? i believed you mentioned that second little detail a bit earlier in the conversation. though if this is your way of picking me up i’d have to say, the delivery was quite poor.” he hid the tick of his lips behind his glass, tipping it to thick lips to sip it down.

“in that case, since it’s on me, we can have your last drink at a much better bar…in my apartment. unless..” dragan turned to him, “you actually would rather sit in the bar all night, don’t want to scare you off…you’re quite the…mechanic.”

He hated that this brat made he want to go tit for tat with him. He was never the bickering type. He told people to fuck off and went about his day. But the mix breed had a hold on him that want to strangle him and kiss him all at once. “Contrary to popular belief, my kind isn’t all that friendly unless they are trained to be. And I’ve never been one to be trained to do anything that I don’t want to do. So, keep your scratches. I prefer belly rubs anyway.” He smirked, Feng a bit playful.

Dragan had a mouth on him and he hated to admit it but he liked it. “Aht aht. I never said you’d buy it. I only said you’d get it for me. Now, who’s got memory loss?” He accepted the drink and took a sip, letting the bitter liquid coat his tongue. “It’s not one or the other, Dragan. You’re every bit of both. Plus, I don’t think think you need me to tell you that you’re hot. You know it.” He hadn’t expected the younger man to invite him to his place but who was he to turn down anyone that looked like Dragan did? He may be a dick but he wasn’t dumb.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you think I’m hot.” He lifted the glass to his lips, eyes locked on the heir. He finished the drink and set the glass back onto the napkin. “I’m not looking to end my night here. I’ll admit, you make me want to push you off of that bar stool but I’d rather look at your ass than put you on it.”