Archive of Our Own

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It was around midnight on a Sunday. How ironic. Shadow Milk was working late at the strip club, giving disgusting old men lap dances for a measly 10 bucks. Cheap motherfuckers.

After finishing a dance, he stood up and pranced toward the bar. His co-worker, Eternal Sugar, smiled at him. "Hey, Milk!" she shouts over the blaring music. Shadow Milk smiles back. "Hey Sugar!" he shouts in return. Eternal Sugar pours him a shot of tequila and pushes it toward him. "How'd you know I’d ask for a shot?" he asks, grinning. "Because you ask for the same shit every shift," she replies with a laugh. Shadow Milk rolls his eyes before taking the glass between his fingers and downing it with ease, the burn of the alcohol stinging his throat making him chuckle. "Well, thank you for the drink, barkeep. I'm flattered.".

Before Eternal Sugar can reply, the club door swings open and a big group of young men walk in, laughing and smiling. One guy stands out to Shadow Milk—the way his golden hair catches the light draws Shadow Milk's attention. He looks shy, wearing a white button-down shirt and blue jeans. Shadow Milk doesn't exactly know how long he stares at him, but when their eyes meet, he instantly turns away.

The other man never leaves the club. He sits at the bar drinking some cheap beer that Eternal Sugar keeps under the counter in a mini fridge, since no one usually buys it. Meanwhile, Shadow Milk is dancing around a pole on the stage. Lots of men from around the club are looking at him—I mean, who wouldn't? He's a gorgeous guy, dripping with sweat, his skin glistening under the strobe lights.

He spends at least an hour on stage before it’s time to close. Eternal Sugar packs up her tips and puts them in her wallet, while Shadow Milk pulls some bills from the waistband of his shorts. They finish gathering their things and walk out the back of the building, locking the doors behind them. All the other dancers have already left, which isn't surprising after such a long night.

Shadow Milk checks his phone, noticing it's almost 3am. Eternal Sugar glances at his phone too. "Oh shit, I have to go." Shadow Milk groans. "Can you at least give me a ride home? My car got stolen last week!" he shouts as she rushes to her car. "Sorry, no. I have to pick up anniversary presents for Hollyberry. See you tomorrow!" she shouts back. "Can't I help?" he asks. She ignores him, starts her car, and speeds out of the parking lot, leaving Shadow Milk alone. Fucking asshole.

He kicks a few pebbles in frustration and starts walking toward the front of the building where the sidewalk is. He pulls out a cigarette from his jacket, lights it, and takes a long drag. As he looks around, his eyes land on a familiar figure—the guy from the club. 'Was he following me?’ he wonders.

The man walks up to him and gives a soft smile. "Hey," he says. Huh. This is kind of weird, but he goes along with it. "Uhm, hi," he grumbles, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Are you stalking me?" Shadow Milk asks. The other looks surprised. "Oh god no! Haha!" he laughs. "I wanted to ask if you would like to go for a drink?" the man offers. Shadow Milk raises an eyebrow. "I don't even know your name..." he says. The man sighs, "My name is Pure Vanilla. What is yours?" Shadow Milk looks hesitant but replies, "My name is Shadow Milk." Pure Vanilla takes his hand and gently kisses his knuckle. How charming. "Would you like a drink?" he asks again. "I suppose I’ll take your offer."

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The two of them are currently sitting in a bar a few blocks from the club. It's a small building with a few tables and, obviously, the bar. Shadow Milk calls the bartender over and says smoothly to him, "Surprise me.". The bartender nods before looking at Pure Vanilla, signaling to say what he wants. "I'll just have a beer.", he says. The bartender nods again before getting their drinks. "So, you like beer?", Shadow Milk asks with a grin. "Sometimes. Honestly I just drink whatever is available.", he replies with a laugh. Shadow Milk laughs weakly before twiddling his thumbs. Wow. This was very awkward. Before Shadow Milk could attempt to make small talk, their drinks were slid toward both of them. Perfect timing, because Shadow Milk was shit at starting conversations.

After a few minutes of silent drinking, Pure Vanilla speaks up, "So, what do you like to do besides your job?" Wow, he really thinks that I like to pole dance? That's embarrassing. "First of all, I don't like my job. I like the pay. There's a difference. Secondly, I like to sew. I think I'm a professional.". Pure Vanilla's face flushes, "I'm sorry– I did not mean for what I said to sound like I was saying you like that.. I was just.. Uh.." he stutters over his words, clearly distressed about this. Shadow Milk laughs. "It's fine don't stress it.", he says before taking a sip from his glass. The two of them continue to chat, just shifting from one topic to another, and well.. warming up to each other and enjoying the company.

Around 5 a.m., Shadow Milk was drunk. Like, really drunk. He started to line up each of his shot glasses. There were about 13, which is a crazy amount of whatever the hell he was drinking (he didn't bother to ask). Pure Vanilla on the other hand was a little bit tipsy, but he could control his alcohol. He only had 2 cups of beer, and he held himself up fine. Pure Vanilla's voice somehow reaches Shadow Milk's brain through the thick feeling of cotton flooding his head. "Are you alright?", he asks. Shadow Milk slouches against the counter of the bar before replying, "Yeahhh.. m' just tired.". A giggle slips out of his mouth before he hiccups. Pure Vanilla starts to chuckle before wrapping an arm around Shadow Milk's waist. "Let's get out of here, I'll take you to my apartment.", he says softly. "Fine.", replies Shadow Milk, completely shit-faced.

Once they reach his apartment door, Pure Vanilla fumbles for his keys, pushing his hands into each of his pockets before he finds them and inserts one into the key slot. Once the door to his apartment opens, Pure Vanilla guides Shadow Milk to the couch and he instantly slumps against it.

Pure Vanilla looks down on the other as he lies down. "Getting comfortable now, are we?", he asks in a joking manner. "Well you brought me here.. asshole..", Shadow Milk replies with a slur in his voice. Pure Vanilla chuckles before walking to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Shadow Milk groans, flips around on the couch, slips off his boots, and then finally sits up. Pure Vanilla walks back to the couch to give him the water. "Thirsty?", he asks gently. "You have no fucking idea.", says Shadow Milk. He takes the bottle from Pure Vanilla and starts chugging it, accidentally choking on it for a second. He starts coughing to clear his lungs, and Pure Vanilla pats his back. Once Shadow Milk stops coughing, Pure Vanilla speaks up: "Feel a little better?". Shadow Milk rolls his eyes before responding. "I guess I do.".

After a few moments of silence, Shadow Milk doesn't really know what happens next, as his body moves on autopilot. He just shoves himself right in front of Pure Vanilla, his face inches away from his. The smell of alcohol tickled his nostrils before pulling Pure Vanilla into a rough kiss, it was out of the blue, really. But did Shadow Milk enjoy it? Most definitely. After a minute or two of harsh kissing, teeth scraping against each other, and tongues colliding, Pure Vanilla has to pull Shadow Milk off of him, trying to catch his breath.

"Why did you do that?", asks Pure Vanilla. He sounded confused and worried but Shadow Milk ignored it. "Because I felt like it", he replied with no doubt. Pure Vanilla's brow furrows in a bit of frustration. "You're drunk. Please stop.", he says with a bit of sternness in his tone. Shadow Milk sighs before replying, "Fine. I'm sorry or whatever..". Pure Vanilla mutters something under his breath before pushing Shadow Milk down to lie on the couch. "Please rest, you'll feel better.", said Pure Vanilla. Shadow Milk groans before pulling a blanket over him, "Okay, 'Dad'.", he replies in a giggly voice.

Once Shadow Milk was asleep, Pure Vanilla got up from the couch to go to his own room. 'If Shadow Milk really wanted to kiss, he could ask when he's sober enough tomorrow', he thought to himself.

I guess he'll find out in the morning.

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It was around 10 am, and Pure Vanilla was making breakfast for the two of them and preparing a protein shake for himself. While he was cooking eggs, he heard a groan in the living room and then a pair of feet running toward the bathroom. 'This was going to be an interesting morning', he thought to himself.

After a few minutes of hearing the other room fill with hollering and coughing, he heard the toilet flush. A few moments after that, Shadow Milk emerges from the bathroom with his hair tousled and some vomit sticking to the side of his mouth. Pure Vanilla has to hold back a laugh at the sight. Shadow Milk sighs before sitting down on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen. "You have a little something on your face.", Pure Vanilla says with a soft laugh. Shadow Milk wipes his mouth with his arm, grimacing at the sight of what is now sitting on his arm. Pure Vanilla grabs a paper towel and wipes his arm down.

"Are you hungry?", he asks. "Not really, I'm actually thirsty.", Shadow Milk responds. Pure Vanilla nods before going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Shadow Milk rubs his eyes before grabbing the bottle from the other. "Thanks.", he mutters. Pure Vanilla smiles warmly before replying, "Of course.".

Pure Vanilla finishes eating his breakfast and leaves an extra plate for Shadow Milk in case he gets hungry. Pure Vanilla is cleaning his own plate in the sink, when Shadow Milk asks, "What happened last night?". Pure Vanilla stops washing his plate and turns around. "You don't remember anything?", he asks. Shadow Milk flushes for a second. "That sounds like I did something wrong.", he states. Pure Vanilla thinks for a moment before responding, "You kissed me.".

Shadow Milk blushes hard. "I did?", he asks with a tremor in his voice. Pure Vanilla chuckles, "Yeah. You did.". Shadow Milk groans. "Shit, I'm sorry. That wasn't intentional.", he says. Pure Vanilla's brow furrows before responding, "Are you sure? I kind of wanted you to tell me the truth when you were sober.". Shadow Milk scratches his shoulder, his body shivering a little bit. He looked anxious, but he was blushing a lot.

Pure Vanilla places a hand on the shoulder he was scratching, "I'm not upset, I enjoyed the kiss. But did you want that?", he asks in a soft tone. Shadow Milk grumbles under his breath, "I mean, yeah. I think you're cute or whatever.. and you have a good personality.". Pure Vanilla pats his head, "Thanks for telling me, I had fun last night.". Shadow Milk mutters something under his breath. "What did you say?", he asks. Shadow Milk blushes once again before asking, "Can we kiss again?".

Pure Vanilla blushes before suddenly kissing him roughly, the other immediately kissing him back in return. Pure Vanilla brings them both to the couch before pulling Shadow Milk away and pushing him onto it. "Do you want this?", he asks Shadow Milk. The other nods. "Yes. " Please, he responds in a breathless voice. Pure Vanilla doesn't hesitate before sitting on top of Shadow Milk, his knee pressing between the other's thighs, the friction making Shadow Milk whimper and grind against his knee. Pure Vanilla smiles at the sight, starting to nip at his neck and leave marks. Shadow Milk moans and writhes under him, his hands gripping the other's hair tightly.

"Ffuck.. please..", Shadow Milk whimpers, his voice trembling. Pure Vanilla chuckles before pulling away from him, standing up. Shadow Milk looks confused, but when Pure Vanilla hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of the other's pants, he knows what's going on. He lifts his hips so Pure Vanilla can pull his pants off, and moments later he's lying down in his underwear, the shape of his mound really sticking out. Pure Vanilla chuckles before getting on his knees in front of him. Shadow Milk tries to sit up to look at him but his head immediately falls back when Pure Vanilla licks a stripe through his underwear, making Shadow Milk let out a guttural moan. Pure Vanilla peppers his clit with kisses through the fabric of his underwear, and Shadow Milk trembles with each kiss.

After a few minutes of teasing, Pure Vanilla pulls down Shadow Milk's underwear, revealing his beautiful, soaking wet folds. "Hurry up, stop teasing me..", Shadow Milk grumbles out. Moments pass and Pure Vanilla still hasn't done anything. Shadow Milk starts to grow impatient. "Do something damnit!", he shouts out. Before he can complain again, Pure Vanilla shoves his face between his thighs, devouring his pussy with such vigor he's never seen before. "Oh– oh.. oh fffuck..!", he moans out, his eyes watering as he grips Pure Vanilla's hair tightly.

He can feel his orgasm building up slowly, the steady tongue of Pure Vanilla slowly bringing him to the edge. Pure Vanilla suddenly starts to suck on his clit hard, and moves to push two fingers into his fluttering pussy. He whines and bucks his hips against his face, desperate for release. After a few more minutes of pleasure, he was dangerously close to the edge, he could taste his delicious orgasm coming. But before he could come, Pure Vanilla stopped everything completely.

He stopped.

Shadow Milk whined loudly and bucked his hips forward to chase the pleasure but Pure Vanilla only looked back at him with a smug look on his face. Holy fucking shit. Is this hell? Shadow Milk started to complain. "What the fuck was that?!", he shouted, obviously frustrated at his denied orgasm. Pure Vanilla only looks up at him with faux pity. "Aw, are you hurt that I did that? I'm sorry baby.", he coos at the other.

After a few moments of bickering, Pure Vanilla stands up and unbuckles his belt, slowly pulling down his own pants. Shadow Milk looks up at him with needy eyes, his pussy still dripping with unsatisfied arousal. Once Pure Vanilla is standing in his boxers, he rubs himself through the fabric before pulling it down. Holy shit, he was huge.

Pure Vanilla leans down and starts grinding his dick against Shadow Milk's entrance, gathering the slick before pushing the tip in, already making Shadow Milk want more. "Are you okay?", Pure Vanilla asks gently. Shadow Milk nods and wraps his legs around the other's waist. "Please.", he says. With a hard thrust, Pure Vanilla bottoms out, letting out a groan of pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight.", he says, slowly moving his hips. Shadow Milk whimpers and grips his own hair, trying to ground himself. They were going at a pretty slow pace, making Shadow Milk annoyed. "Go faster please..", he asks softly. Pure Vanilla nods before thrusting into him at a fast pace, making Shadow Milk moan loudly, his hips trying to move closer to the source of pleasure.

Pure Vanilla was so close, he could tell Shadow Milk was as well because he could feel him flutter and clench against him, his hips drawing back in sensitivity. Pure Vanilla's thrusts start to grow uneven, his hips stuttering and he groans. Shadow Milk wraps his legs around him tighter, making Pure Vanilla worried. "Inside?!", he asks frantically. Shadow Milk nods as his moans start to shift from deep to high-pitched and they start to come more frequently. Pure Vanilla thrusts become shorter and then he bottoms out, his cum spilling deep into Shadow Milk's womb as Shadow Milk reaches his own orgasm, his hips shaking with overstimulation and his slick squirting out from his cunt.

After a few minutes of silence, the two of them eventually calmed down and enjoyed each other's presence. Shadow Milk was so worn out that he eventually fell asleep, Pure Vanilla stroked his hair as he did. What a lovely way to start the day.