“Why?” I ask, following him into the stairwell. It consists of the original brick and lots of iron and minimal lighting. I follow him up the first set of stairs. “We could have been in the flat now,” I mutter. “And then… oof!” I gasp as he turns around and pushes me against the wall, his hand behind my head to stop it knocking into the brick. “Misha, what are you—?”

He leans in and kisses me hard, and I flail for a second before the lust from the club roars back. I fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me while I suck his tongue. One or both of us moan, and the kiss seems to catch light. He settles against me with a groan as his cock finds mine. The material of my shorts is thin, and the heavy denim of his jeans feels fantastic against my cock. I lower my hands to fill them with Misha’s tight arse cheeks, and he pulls away from my mouth, giving a loud groan.

He looks at me, his eyes heavily lidded and so sexy. I shudder to see my best friend like this.

“I couldn’t have waited for another second, Charlie,” he says hoarsely. “I needed to kiss you, not discuss fancy dress costumes.”

I lick my lips, and his eyes slide closed as he lowers his head back to mine. They fly open when I push him back and reverse our positions so he’s leaning against the wall. His jeans are tented sexily and I run my fingers along the length of him, feeling it flex under my hand.

“Charlie?” he says unsteadily.

I fall to my knees, and his eyes flare impossibly hot. “Oh shit,” he gasps as I unbutton his jeans.

I smile up at him. He shudders as I scratch my nails gently down the tight skin under his belly button. My nails rasp through his trail of hair, the small sound making me shiver. Jesus, he’s sexy.

I pull his jeans and briefs down below his hips and his cock springs up. Saliva pools in my mouth. Fuck, he’s hung. He must be eight inches and thick, with a long vein traveling down its length. Unable to resist the temptation, I lean in and inhale. I love the scent of a man here. It’s dark and it’s real, and Misha is no exception. My cock throbs as I indulge in the aroma of bergamot, clean sweat, and musk, rubbing my nose in it, taking deep breaths and groaning.

I glance up and find surprise in his eyes. I repress a smile. I bet Misha had expected me to be gentle and sweet in bed. Every man I’ve ever slept with has had the same misconception. However, I bloody love sex, the more earthy and dirty the better. I have very few barriers and love being naked.