two heartbreakers walk into a bar

There we go. Hook, line and sinker. Florentin let out a soft gasp as his ear was kissed, clutching Cairo's shirt tight. He put his drink down slowly, then slid off the bar seat.

"Well..." Florentin stepped back and beckoned him closer with a finger. "Take me to your home, then. I'd love to acquaint myself with your place... specifically, your bed, your floor, your kitchen counter." He laughed, light and airy, practically skipping to the exit to give him a little chase. Oh, what a promising night. Florentin was in love, in love! Just for tonight, he supposed. You can love a man for just one night.

[ ooc: feel free to skip to the morning after! ]

Florentin woke up to... He wasn't sure of the time, but it was bright. It was fuzzy, at first, head pounding and body sore. By every means a good fuck. "Sasha...?" he called out lightly.

There was another person on the bed. It wasn't his bed, and it wasn't his Sasha. Florentin paled. Oh god. He felt nothing but disgust and loathing, and he could go an entire lifetime without seeing this man again. He rolled off the bed and gathered his clothes from the floor, putting them on as hastily as possible. He looked at Cairo again, muttering "no no no no."

With his pants back on, shirt ruffled, Florentin started fixing his hair up in front of a nearby mirror. "This — this never happened. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't — pretend this never happened, alright?"

Florentin was already halfway dressed, just shoes and socks left, when Cairo stood in front of him. Florentin cringed, visibly looking disgusted. He did not want any part of this man right now. He raised a hand to tell the man to back off.

"We've had our fun, and it was truly a magnificent night, but let's not kid ourselves here! That was a one night thing. It's not going to happen again." He smiled sweetly, putting on his socks and fitting them into his shoes. "Now, Caillou, or whatever — I'd like to leave now. Please don't call or address me in public in any form, thank you." He stood in front of the mirror then, fixing his clothes up to look not as ruffled as he did last night. Wait — Are those marks? He scrunched his face in disgust.

Florentin smiled at him sweetly, albeit condescending, then circled around him. Despite saying that he never, ever wanted to see his fuck face ever again, Florentin picked up Cairo's phone and put his number in his. He could tell their "relationship" could turn out promising, at least entertainment-wise. He tossed his phone back in the bed. He was set and ready to go.

One more thing.

"You know what... I forgot something. Hold on." He laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, almost coyly, before pinning Cairo on the wall. He kissed him as madly and passionately as he did the night before, almost as if desperate to get his hands all over him.