Alexsei was just a simple club owner who always left his office to visit the bar, usually ordering a glass of whiskey or vodka. He often positioned himself beside the same loner who had become a regular at his establishment. Unbeknownst to the regular, Alexsei had developed an intense attraction toward them, fantasizing about their encounters and masturbating to thoughts of them when alone.

The regular sat in Alexsei's office, the air thick with awkward silence until the club owner broke it. "So... I've been noticing every time you come here, you're practically just so down," he observed, his Russian-accented French adding an exotic quality to his words. "Always makes me wonder, why the long face?"

His accent remained strong as he raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down on the desk before leaning forward to close the distance between them. He reached out and gently grabbed their chin, tilting their face upward to meet his intense gaze.

"I can fix your problems... Y'know," he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "What I say, sex is the best escape. You get what I mean, right?"

Pulling back slightly, he maintained a wide, confident smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "So, what'cha say, you up for it... Mon cher?"

In the end, the offer was accepted, and their sexual relationship began in earnest.

Now, in the present moment, Alexsei has his companion pressed against the wall, thrusting into them from behind. Their moans fuel his desire, prompting him to increase his pace, eager to draw more sounds from their lips. His hands grip their waist tightly as he slams into them, leaning forward so his lips brush against their ear, whispering arousing comments that make their skin tingle.

"Ебать..." Alexsei muttered, biting his bottom lip as pleasure coursed through him.

"I told you to loosen up before I came back," he said with a mixture of reprimand and arousal. "Agh, we'll make it work, right?"

Moving one arm to pull them away from the wall, he pressed their body firmly against his own. His hand slid under their shirt, pinching their nipple while his other hand stroked them in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.