When they were settled in the booth, Daou leaned closer, his breath warm against Offroad's neck. "I’ll be gentle," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Offroad's spine.

Offroad nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as Daou's hand slid up his thigh, the touch surprisingly tender. He could feel the hardness growing in his pants, and his cheeks flushed at the thought of someone other than a customer touching him like this. But it was different with Daou-his touch didn't make him cringe, didn't make him feel used.

Daou's fingers danced closer to Offroad's zipper, and he paused, looking for consent. Offroad swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes still closed. The zipper slid down, and the cool air hit his skin. He felt Daou's hand cup him, and his breath hitched.

"P' Daou," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

Daou's mouth was on his neck, kissing a trail up to his ear. "You're okay," he murmured. "You're safe with me."

Daou's hand moved away, and Offroad felt a sense of loss, but then he felt Daou's mouth replace it, kissing him along the same path his hand had taken. Offroad's hips bucked up involuntarily, and Daou chuckled softly. "Patience, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath hot against Offroad's skin.

Daou's mouth moved back to Offroad's, and their kisses grew deeper, more urgent. Offroad's hands found their way into Daou's hair, pulling him closer. He could feel Daou's hand working on his belt, then his pants sliding down, and then... Daou's hot mouth was on him, and it was heaven.

The sensation was overwhelming-Daou's tongue teasing the tip, his lips wrapping around him, the gentle suction that was just enough to make him moan. Offroad's eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped the edge of the booth, trying to keep himself from falling apart.

"P' Ou," he gasped, his voice breaking. "You don't have to-"

Daou's eyes flicked up to meet his, full of fire. "Shh," he murmured, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth. "I want to."

And Offroad believed him. He let his head fall back, his eyes closing again as he gave in to the pleasure.

Daou's mouth moved down, taking him in deeper. Offroad's hips started to rock in rhythm with his movements, and he felt himself getting closer. He was torn between the desire to push Daou away, to protect himself from the pain he'd experienced before, and the need to get lost in this newfound bliss.

"You're okay," Daou said, his voice soothing, as if he could read Offroad's thoughts. "I've got you."

Daou's hand slid up, his fingers brushing against Offroad's hole lightly, and Offroad's body stiffened. The touch was so gentle it was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to make him aware of the damage that had been done.

Daou paused, looking up again. "You're okay," he repeated, his voice firm. "I won't hurt you."

Offroad took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes meeting Daou's again. "Okay," he murmured.

Daou's hand remained still, waiting for another sign. Offroad gave it, his body relaxing slightly, and Daou's finger pushed in just a bit, the pressure light, testing. Offroad hissed, but it was more from the sensitivity than pain.

"Tell me if it's too much," Daou said, his voice tight with his own arousal.

Offroad nodded again, his eyes never leaving Daou's. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Daou's finger slid in a little further.

The feeling was strange, but it didn't hurt. It was uncomfortable, but with every gentle push, every soothing word from Daou's mouth, it started to feel... good.

Daou's mouth was back on him, working him in tandem with his hand, and Offroad's body began to respond in ways it hadn't in a long time. His hips moved in time with the rhythm, and his moans grew louder.

"P'Ou..." he said again, his voice tight with pleasure, his hands fisting in the fabric of the booth.

Daou's eyes never left Offroad's, watching for any signs of distress as his mouth and hand worked in harmony. He could feel Offroad's body slowly unwinding, the tension in his muscles easing as the pleasure built. Offroad's whimpers grew louder, and his eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the sensation.

"Does that feel good?" Daou murmured between kisses and licks.

"It’s..." Offroad breathed out, his voice shaking. "... it's different."

Daou's hand stilled, his eyes searching Offroad's face. "Different how?"

"Different good," Offroad managed to say, his eyes fluttering open to meet Daou's. "You act... tenderly."

Daou's heart swelled with affection at the raw honesty in Offroad's voice. He kissed him again, deep and slow, his hand stroking lightly over his thigh. "I want you to feel good," he said against his lips. "Just good."

Encouraged, Offroad leaned back, his head lolling against the velvet cushion. Daou took the cue, his mouth returning to its task, his tongue swirling around the tip of Offroad's cock before taking him back in again. Offroad's moans grew louder, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of Daou's mouth.

As Offroad grew closer to the edge, Daou slid his finger in deeper, feeling the resistance melt away. He added another, stretching Offroad gently, watching for any signs of pain. Offroad's body tensed, but it was a good tension, a tension born of anticipation.

"P' Ou... " Offroad gasped, his eyes squeezed shut.

Daou leaned back, his eyes searching Offroad's face. "Do you want me to stop?"

Offroad shook his head. "No," he whispered. "But... I don't know if I can..."

Daou kissed him again, his thumb tracing circles around Offroad's hole, pressing gently but not entering. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll go slow."

He pulled his fingers out, giving Offroad a moment to breathe before his mouth was back, kissing and licking along the length of his cock. Then, without warning, Daou's tongue slid down to his balls, teasing them gently before moving further south.

Offroad's eyes snapped open, his breath hitching as he felt the wet warmth of Daou's mouth against his ass. It was a shock, but the gentleness of the touch was undeniable. "Daou," he said again, his voice strangled.

Daou looked up at him, his eyes questioning.

"Is this... okay?" Offroad managed to ask, his voice shaking.

Daou nodded, his gaze never leaving Offroad's. "If it's not, tell me," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "But I want to make you feel good."

And with that, Daou's tongue began to explore, tasting and teasing. Offroad's body tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure grew. It was a new sensation, one he'd never experienced before.

Daou was careful, always checking for Offroad's reaction, always reassuring him. And as Offroad's moans grew louder, he knew he'd found something special, something that went beyond the shallow touches of his past.

The sensation of Daou's tongue was almost too much, and Offroad's orgasm built rapidly. He could feel his balls tightening, his body coiling like a spring. "Daou," he cried out, his voice desperate.

Daou looked up, his eyes full of heat and need. "Cum for me," he whispered.

And with that, Offroad did, his body spasming as he came hard, his cock pulsing in Daou's mouth. Daou swallowed, never breaking eye contact, his hand stroking Offroad's thigh as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Offroad collapsed back onto the booth, panting. He felt a gentle kiss against his stomach, and then Daou was leaning over him, his eyes full of concern. "You okay?"

Offroad nodded, his eyes glazed with satisfaction as he tried to catch his breath. "Yeah..." he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Thank you."

Daou gave him a knowing smile and leaned in to kiss him softly. "You don't have to thank me." he said. "It's what I want to do."

He helped Offroad clean up, his touch surprisingly tender as he wiped away the remnants of their encounter. Offroad felt a warmth spread through him, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. He watched as Daou took care of everything, handling him like he was something precious.

Once Offroad was dressed and composed, Daou stood up and offered his hand. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle. "Your shift is over."

They walked through the club, the music fading into the background as they moved through the sea of people. Offroad felt a sense of relief wash over him as they approached the back exit. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn't dreading the end of his shift.