Ice knew damn well how it came to this. Chance, a friend Ice knew from their parents working together, coaxed Ice into coming to his casino to meet up. Let’s meet up, he said. It’ll be fun, I’m dying to see you! he said. Well, one drink lead to another, and that drink lead to a few stupid comments and those few stupid comments lead to a penthouse suite in a scarily expensive hotel next to the casino. And now, here he was; looming above Chance on a king-sized bed. How… predictable, honestly. Chance let out a nervous laugh. Heat rolled off of his skin in waves. Ice tied the rope tighter around his wrists, revelling in the hitch of his breath and the flush across his face. “I-is the rope really necessary..?” He asked. Ice shrugged, a coy smile curving his lips up. Not really. A crooked smile played on his face. Ice didn’t particularly doubt it; the rope was digging into the bare skin of his wrists tightly. Chance blinked hard, staring up at him from behind the sunglasses. Ice looped a finger into his dress shirt, tugging him forward and popping the top buttons. Chance breathed, leaning as far into he as he could get with his hands tied. He shifted, shrugging the suit blazer off of his shoulders. The fabric slid down his arms, cold air soothing his hot skin. Ice removed the jacket slowly, throwing it to the ground and continuing to unbutton his shirt. Chance hid his burning face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. This is so embarrassing.. He mumbled, pressing a series of fleeting kisses to Ice's collarbones. Ice pulled away from him, eliciting a whimper from Chance. Ice slid his shirt off, chucking it beside his blazer. Chance drew in a breath as Ice took his sunglasses and fedora off, glowing golden eyes clouded by lust as he peered up at him. ..I’m not gonna beg, he almost whispered. Brushing through his soft locks with a hum. Are you not? Chance huffed, ears twitching. …no. Ice traced shapes on his jaw and bit back a laugh. Chance leaned into his hand, desperately attempting to break his binds. He scoffed, feigning nonchalance. Untie my hands. Nope. P-please.. He sounded so pathetic. Ice chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation more than he was—or, perhaps, it was the other way around. Ice snaked his fingers around the rope, pulling Chance into him. Chance let out a startled squeak as Ice slotted his lips against his, pressing a passionate kiss to his mouth. Chance tasted like ash, salt and tequila— scratch that. He tasted like a goddamn casino, which made sense. The flush dusting his face spread to Ice's, their breaths mingling in a dizzying cloud of warmth. Chance straddled Ice's thighs, albeit without balance, and ran his tongue over the seam of his lips. He yelped as he pushed him off abruptly. The hotel phone was ringing. Ice rose to his feet and stumbled over to the nightstand, picking the receiver up and pressing it to his ear. Chance groaned and rolled over on the bed, still fidgeting with the rope. Come on, man… my pants aren’t getting any tighter. Ice waved a hand at him dismissively, to which he scowled. Ice blinked hard at the voice over the phone. In one swift motion, he slammed the receiver to the nightstand. It’s your dad— Hang up. He replied instantly. …sorry? Come and kiss me on my hot mouth.