the loud, drunk dad who keeps laughing with his buddies by the corner and the first year college student who sits alone at the bar, pretending to be annoyed by the boisterous behavior, because there’s no way he’s going to admit he wants that dilf to bend him over.

desperately.

all yeοnjᴜn had been looking for was an escape. somewhere that wasn’t his cramped dorm room, surrounded by books and notes.

finals week was sucking the life out of him, turning his brain to mush.

he didn’t even have the energy to ask his friends if they wanted to grab a drink with him — not that it would’ve mattered anyway. all of them were stuck in the same predicament. and although there might’ve been someone who would’ve taken yeοnjᴜn up on his offer, it was better that he went alone.

his needed a break from everything and everyone or he was going to lose it before the week was even over.

that was how he found himself at the closest pub near campus, slumped over the bar and nursing his third drink of the night while a plate of half-eaten fried chicken sat by his side.

he’d expected some mild chatter, but unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong day to come.

it was karaoke night.

and there was one group of older guys that kept singing songs back to back.

they had arrived sometime after yeοnjᴜn dug into his fried chicken and had gotten progressively rowdier as the night went on.

from his spot at the bar, it was almost impossible for him to ignore them. not just because they were loud, but also because one of them was unfair handsome.

yeοnjᴜn was no stranger to dilfs (his pօrn history was a testament to that), but encountering one in real life was a rarity. and by god that guy across the bar was a ridiculously hot guy. so ridiculously hot he was getting on yeοnjᴜn’s nerves, because how the hell does someone who appears to be in their mid thirties look like /that/?

by his fourth drink, yeοnjᴜn was pissed off.

pissed off from watching mr. handsome laugh his way through every song he sang, ducking his head every time his group of friends hooted and hollered, protesting when they demanded he perform the choreography yet obliging in the end.

pissed off that that fine piece of ass was not plowing him into the bar.

pissed off at himself for wanting some random /loser/ this much.

maybe what yeοnjᴜn really needed was a good lay instead of a getting shitfaced on a wednesday night.

the issue was that he did not chase and he was not going to change that for a guy who knew the up & down point dance. no matter how ungodly attractive he was.

once all the fried chicken was gone, yeοnjᴜn had made peace with the reality that nothing would happen between them and he would simply have to spend the night in his tiny bed with his right hand.

except the moment he started packing up, the guy he had been eyeing all night headed to the bathroom.

a spark of hope made yeοnjᴜn’s heart skip a beat. perhaps he still had a chance.

before he could rethink, he was making a beeline towards the men’s restroom. inside, he spotted mr. handsome at one of the urinals. seizing the opening, yeοnjᴜn went to the sinks, pretending to fix his hair.

his heart raced stupidly in his chest as he waited, cursing himself for not wearing something more alluring.

as the sound of a zipper echoed throughout the room, yeοnjᴜn doubled his efforts, bending over the sink so that his back arched with obvious motive.

he couldn’t believe he was doing this much just for some dick, but he reminded himself it wasn’t just /some dick/. it was dick that had more experience than any of yeοnjᴜn’s past hookups. it was dick that probably hadn’t seen action in years. it was dick that was old enough to be someone’s dad.

yeοnjᴜn’s cock twitched at the thought.

he raked his brain for something to say as the stranger turned around and walked up to the sinks.

a man who looked like he belonged in a romantic drama washed his hands? yeοnjᴜn was ready to spread his legs right there and then.

he bit down on his lip as he glanced at their reflections, breath hitching when he noticed the guy trying to subtly check him out.

fuck this was his only opportunity.

swallowing down his nerves, yeοnjᴜn turned on his flirtatious charm and murmured, “like what you see?”

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yeοnjᴜn held his breath while he waited for an answer.

his gaydar wasn’t usually wrong, but that didn’t mean the stranger was necessarily interested in /him/.

slowly, the guy wiped his wet hands on the front of his jeans, turning to face yeοnjᴜn.

fuck he was even more sexy up close. dark eyes and a lethal smirk, a day’s old stubble around his mouth. yeοnjᴜn prayed his stroke game was good.

“well, that depends,” the stranger said, voice deeper than yeοnjᴜn expected. “am I allowed?” he gave yeοnjᴜn a once over that had his knees buckling. “to like what I see?”

twisting around, yeοnjᴜn leaned back against the sinks, curling his fingers around the edge. he was incredibly nervous, but goddammit he wanted that dick so he was going to fake it until he made it.

“you?” purposefully, he lowered his head, looking up at mr. handsome through his lashes. he wet his lips when they made eye contact, cheeks warming at the way the older man stared at him. “not only can you look, you can also touch.”

the smirk on the guy’s face set deeper as he tilted his head and licked his lips, sweeping his gaze over yeοnjᴜn’s body again.

yeah, yeοnjᴜn was definitely chubbing up in his sweats from the heat of that gaze, fuck.

“is that so?” the stranger took a step forward and yeοnjᴜn’s heart rattled with anticipation.

“yeah.” his reply came out far too breathless and eager, betraying the nonchalant persona he was pretending to give off. he cleared his throat, shaking off his anxiety and getting back into character. “yeah, you can touch… as long as you tell me the name I’ll be moaning later.”

the blatantly raunchy request earned him a hearty chuckle. “you’re something else,” mr. handsome said and yeοnjᴜn took it as a compliment.

just as the older man began to introduce himself, the bathroom door swung open, startling yeοnjᴜn.

“sօօbin, we were — oh.” one of sօօbin’s buddies paused in the threshold, surprised furrows stretching across his pasty forehead.

“you guys head out without me,” sօօbin told him, barely sparing him a glance. “I’ll catch you later.”

the guy left without another word, but yeοnjᴜn stared at the door for a moment longer, jarringly reminded of the very public place they were in.

a gentle finger underneath his chin brought his attention back. “it’s sօօbin, sweetheart.” he sauntered closer until yeοnjᴜn could smell his cologne. “if you hadn’t heard already.”

“sօօbin.” yeοnjᴜn tried the name out on his tongue and found it tasted delicious, sinking between his teeth and making his gums ache.

“that’s right.” sօօbin reached up and tucked a strand of yeοnjᴜn’s hair behind his ear.

yeοnjᴜn’s heart beat wildly at the gesture.

“and to whom,” sօօbin drawled, “do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected encounter?”

jesus christ, why was he suddenly talking like he was from the eighteenth century and why was it making yeοnjᴜn’s hole clench?

“yeοnjᴜn,” he breathed, tilting his head into sօօbin’s warm touch. “my name is yeοnjᴜn.”

sօօbin traced a finger down the side of yeοnjᴜn’s face and yeοnjᴜn fought the urge to close his eyes, barely holding back the shiver that zipped up his spine. “yeοnjᴜn… are you always this bold, darling? seducing men in dirty pub bathrooms?”

good heavens, no. but would it turn sօօbin on more if yeοnjᴜn was? or did sօօbin prefer the more innocent types? yeοnjᴜn didn’t think he could fake being a virgin.

he might not be a chaser, but he sure as hell loved the chase. he loved going out and finding someone new to play with for the night.

despite that, he was still only a freshman in college. he couldn’t say that he’d seen a lot of action in his life so far, but he believed he’d had enough to know what he liked — and right now, he would definitely like this dilf to bend him over the sinks and split his ass open. to hell with who sees them.

“well…” yeοnjᴜn purred, bolstering up all his confidence. rising up on his tippy toes, he whispered into sօօbin’s ear, “why don’t you find out?”

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