The new dad life was somehow both harder and easier than he'd expected, and having to go back to work today had been more challenging than Miguel had anticipated. He'd missed Mari and, perhaps even more surprising, he'd missed Lyra. They'd settled into a rather comfortable rhythm with caring for Mari, and he enjoyed her quick wit. Once Mari had been put to bed tonight, though, he'd found himself increasingly restless. After a short conversation with Lyra, he'd headed out for a few hours of blowing off steam, assuring her that he wouldn't have a problem caring for their daughter on his own should she want to take a few hours to do the same sometime. Though he knew she was still healing from giving birth and probably wouldn't want to be away from their daughter for a little while yet.

Monday wasn't a terribly exciting night at most clubs, but Miguel knew that he could go to Taboo on pretty much any night of the week and find someone to enjoy. He'd started in the stage room on the first floor, though the women taking turns dancing on the stage were doing little to stir his interest. It wasn't often that he had a stronger preference for one gender over the other, but it was becoming increasingly clear to him that his body yearned for the company of a man tonight.

After striking out twice, Miguel was thinking about just heading back home, though he went to the bar to have a drink first. Maybe he'd get lucky and someone interested would find him instead. As he walked to the bar, though, he noticed the man sitting there with his back to the bar, dark eyes skimming the room as though he were a cat with a feast laid out before him. The man looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place him, so he stopped trying. Crossing to him, Miguel leaned one elbow against the bar and offered the man a slightly crooked smile.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, going for flirtatious, though Miguel wasn't particularly good at it. Most of the time, he only thought he got anywhere with anyone because he was a bit goofy, but he'd use what he had, he supposed.

"Ahh, I've had my two already, but I'm happy to go for a walk if you'd rather," the dark-skinned man answered, the innuendo clear in his tone.

Miguel could have done a little dance of celebration, though he fortunately managed to resist the urge. Instead, his smile widened, and he nodded. "I'd like that a lot. Upstairs, then?"

The man slid off his barstool and started walking toward the stairwell near room three, pausing a few paces away to glance over his shoulder at Miguel with an eyebrow raised expectantly. Not wasting any more time, Miguel caught up with him, minding his hands, as he knew the rules of the club well. They wouldn't get kicked out for casual touches, but he didn't necessarily trust himself to not escalate things, and that was for upstairs.

Once they reached the stairs, Miguel held back a couple steps, giving himself a better view of the other man's arse in those tight trousers as they climbed the steps. The man was obviously well-toned, and he couldn't want to get his hands on him. And his mouth. Dios, how long had it been since he'd had a cock in his mouth? Too long. At the top of the steps, they left the stairwell on the second floor, and Miguel found himself wondering where they'd go from there.

The man turned to him, dark eyes alight with a playful energy that pulled Miguel in. "Six?" the man asked, and Miguel felt an immediate twinge in his cock at the thought. Lounge Six. The orgy Lounge. Dios, he really had stumbled upon the perfect partner for tonight, hadn't he?

"Oh yes," he breathed, allowing himself to indulge in touching the other man for the first time. His hands went to the other man's hips, and he pushed his back up against the wall before claiming his mouth in a kiss. The man gave as good as he got, lips and tongue pressing and exploring his own, one hand cupping firmly behind his neck. A headiness spread through him, and he had to pull back to catch his breath.

Miguel couldn't stop looking at the other man as they made their way down the short hallway to lounge six. There were only a few people in the room, but that wasn't so unusual on a weeknight. Miguel wasted no time in stripping down, setting his clothes in a pile on the bench next to the door and leaving his shoes underneath, all while watching the dark-skinned man do the same.

Taking his hand, Miguel led him to a large chaise, watching with greedy eyes as he got comfortable on it. Once he had, Miguel climbed up and settled between his legs, leaning forward for another hard, deep kiss, enjoying the hard press of their bodies and growing arousals. Slipping a hand between them, his fingers curled around the man's cock, stroking a few times before breaking the kiss. His mouth took its time exploring the dark skin laid out before him before reaching the apex of his thighs.

The salty tang of precum greeted him, and Miguel swiped his tongue over it, humming in satisfaction, before sucking the head of his cock into his mouth. It truly had been too long since he'd done this, since before Les, though he didn't want to think of her just then. The few people he'd slept with since that breakup had all coincidentally been women, which might be part of why he'd been so restless lately.

Miguel wasn't feeling restless as his mouth worked over the dark, thick cock, enjoying the feel of the man's fingers threading through his hair, the firm, short bucks of his hips against Miguel's face.

"Mmm, if you keep at that, I'll spend myself in your mouth," the man warned him with a chuckle, his fingers tightening in Miguel's hair to hold his head still for a moment, his cock jutting against the back of his throat. Miguel hummed in encouragement around the cock, not at all minding if the man came there, and he chuckled when the man relaxed back against the chaise, seemingly content to let things unfold now that the warning was out there.

After he'd swallowed down his prize for a cock well sucked, licking his lips like the cat who caught the canary, the man pulled Miguel up for another kiss, his dark hand wrapping around Miguel's cock.

"Do you want to come in my mouth or my tight arse?" the man asked, and Miguel could have cried in pure joy at the thought of his cock buried balls deep in that arse he'd been admiring on the way up.

"Your arse, definitely," he answered, trying not to sound too eager. He got a bottle of lube out from the little basket under the chaise, pouring a generous amount on his hand. He spread some on his own cock before stroking two fingers between the man's arse cheeks, pressing into the puckered hole slowly at first, giving him time to stretch to accommodate the intrusion, preparing him for his cock.

Before long, his cock was sliding into the tight, slick hole, and the man pulled him down for another kiss as his dark, strong legs hooked around him. They kissed as they fucked, Miguel bracing himself with one hand on the back of the chaise, the other curled at the man's hip. And when he lay on top of the man, spent and relaxed, Miguel was so very thankful he'd decided to stop by the bar instead of just leaving.

"So, should we both be here again, would you be interested in another go?" Miguel asked, knowing he wasn't in the place in his life to ask the man out on an actual date, even if that was what he wanted to do in that moment.

The man chuckled, nodding as a hand trailed lazily over his back. "I could be so inclined," he quipped with a smirk that bordered on wicked.