“What can I get you, sir?”
The bartender had come to stand in front of them, the question directed at Carter only.
“I’ll have a sparkling water, and John here will have whatever non alcoholic drink he wants. John?”
The bartender turned his attention to John.
“I’ll have a Coke, please.”
The bartender nodded and poured their drinks, laying down a pair of beermats before placing the drinks on top of them and moving away to give them their privacy.
“Cheers,” Carter said, lifting his glass toward John. The younger man smiled, lifting his Coke and knocking it gently against Carter’s.
“So what are you looking for tonight?” Carter asked after they’d both taken a sip of their drinks, angling his body so that he was looking at John’s face.
John shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even realize that this wasn’t a regular club until I got here.”
“So you’re new to the scene?” Carter asked. There was no doubt that John was a fan of being dominated, his body yielding to Carter’s touch like an instrument of submission, but it wasn’t a sure bet that John would be willing to admit that to himself.
“I guess. I’ve been tied up before, but nothing too heavy. I like guys that can manhandle me, though. Does that count?”
Carter bared his teeth in another wolfish grin.
“Sure. Are you interested in being manhandled by me tonight?”
John choked on his drink and Carter licked his lips. He reached out and wiped a stray drop of liquid from John’s chin, stroking his thumb over the younger man’s lips and pressing inside briefly.
John just sat there, mouth parting in arousal and letting it happen.
“Well?” Carter asked when John didn’t reply.
John nodded, swallowing noisily when Carter let go of his chin.
“What about you?” John asked, visibly pulling himself together. “I mean, you’re obviously not new to this, but… what kind of stuff do you like?”
Taking a sip of his sparkling water, Carter considered the question and how honest he should be.
“It depends,” he said after a few seconds, deciding not to play games. “I like being dominant when I fuck, and mutual body worship is a major kink of mine, but other than that I’m not really that kinky. If it means I get to fuck you as hard as I want, however, there are a lot of things I’m willing to do if they turn you on.”
“Like what?” John asked, his voice cracking.
“Wear leather for you, smack you around, tie you up until you can’t even move your toes—that kind of thing. Scat is off the table, but other than that I haven’t met a fetish I couldn’t have some fun with.”
John blinked and took a deep breath, looking down at his lap.
“How are you even real?” he asked, looking up at Carter through his lashes. He looked adorable and Carter wanted nothing more than to take him home and do terrible things to him.
“I could say the same thing about you.”
That had John snorting out a laugh. Carter raised his eyebrow, wanting to know what was so funny. John was hot. He had to know that.
“Come on, you look like a werewolf fitness model. I know that I’m not bad to look at myself, but compared to you I’m practically a hobbit.” John sounded self-deprecating and wryly amused, his eyes roaming over Carter’s body with naked appreciation.
Carter tilted his head, disagreeing wholeheartedly with John’s assessment. Then there was the matter of John assuming he was human. Being a werewolf wasn’t something that Carter advertised, but then again, he didn’t have to. His body and size spoke for itself.
“A werewolf fitness model?” Carter mused, wondering if such a thing even existed. “I wonder how much that pays. It would be nice having something to fall back on if my firm ever goes under.”
“Your firm?” John cradled his Coke in both hands, leaning forward and angling his head toward Carter as he asked the question.
