Pour me a sin

It was Saturday evening in Bar Tatan. Everyone was enjoying dancing and drinking when suddenly a group of men wearing black suits entered the bar. A man named Ram, a mafia boss, was walking in front of them. He took a seat in the middle and asked a waiter for a drink while his men stood around him like they were protecting him from something. Chan a cute guy he's a new waiter went to give Ram his order. He put the drink on the table in front of Ram. Ram raised his head to look at Chan but Chan looked away and went back to serving other customers. As the night went on, Ram snapped his fingers to call his bodyguard. The bodyguard leaned in, and Ram whispered in his ear, "Find someone for me for tonight. Anyone is okay." Then he stood up and walked toward the door to exit the bar. His other bodyguards followed him while two of them stayed behind to look for someone for their boss. As Chan was serving people in the bar, one of the bodyguards approached him and whispered in his ear, "My boss wants to speak to you." Chan said, "I'm still working, and I don't even know your boss. What does he want from me?" The bodyguard replied, "Do you want us to drag you out of here, or will you follow us willingly?" Looking terrified, Chan followed the bodyguards. Outside, two black cars were waiting. The bodyguard opened a door for Chan to enter. Their boss was also inside. Chan asked, "Where are you taking me? I didn't do anything to you. It's even my first time seeing you guys." The bodyguard said, "Get in the car and stop asking questions." Chan entered the car, and they drove off. In the car, Chan looked at Ram. They were both in the back seat. Chan asked, "Do I know you? And why did you take me?" Ram just kept quiet. Chan said, "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?" Then Ram looked at Chan. "Stop talking. You're annoying." Chan replied, "If I'm annoying, then what am I doing in your car? I could call the cops on you. This is kidnapping." As he was talking, the car stopped. Ram opened the car door and got out. Chan followed him. They arrived at a big, beautiful mansion. Chan said, "Wow, what is this place?" Then he remembered that he had been taken there by force. He stopped. "I'm not going inside with you." Ram stopped and looked back. He then grabbed Chan with his hand and carried him over his shoulder. He walked inside the house. Chan yelled, "Hey! Put me down! This is kidnapping. If I get out of this place alive tomorrow, I'm going to open a case against you." Ram went upstairs, still carrying him. He entered a bedroom his bedroom and put Chan on the bed. Chan watched, breathless, as Ram retreated toward the head of the bed. "Wait, what are you doing?" Ram didn’t answer with words. He pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuttoning his pants as he climbed onto the mattress. Reaching out, he gripped Chan’s leg and pulled him forward with a sharp tug. Chan tumbled back onto the sheets, the air leaving his lungs for a brief second as Ram crawled over him, looming large and heavy. "Please, don't do this," Chan whispered, though his voice lacked conviction. Ram silenced him, pressing a thumb against Chan’s bottom lip before tracing the shape of his mouth. "Your lips are so soft," Ram murmured. Chan swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs. The distance between them vanished. Ram gripped Chan’s waist and leaned down, his mouth crashing against Chan’s in a deep, searing kiss. When his tongue flicked against Chan’s lips, seeking entrance, Chan found himself melting, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to kiss back. Clothing was discarded in a frantic blur of heat and friction. Between breathless kisses, Ram stripped Chan of his shirt and pants before kicking off his own. He moved back between Chan’s legs, his focus shifting as he trailed a path of wet, lingering kisses down Chan’s stomach. When he reached Chan’s chest, he teased his n*****s with his tongue, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Chan let out a low moan, his eyes squeezed shut as his fingers tangled in Ram’s hair, guiding him, urging him closer. As they transitioned into the heat of the moment, Ram entered him with a slow, deliberate push. He began a steady rhythm, moving in and out as the tension in the room reached a breaking point. Chan let out a jagged moan, his hands sliding down to grip Ram’s waist, anchoring himself against the sensation. Ram leaned down, his breath hot against Chan’s ear. "It’s just a one-night stand," he whispered hoarsely. Chan managed a strained, breathless laugh. "Who would want to be with someone like you anyway? It’s better this way. Just… don't go too hard. I have a class tomorrow." Ram’s response was a grunt of effort. He hooked Chan’s leg over his shoulder, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin of his thigh as he maintained his pace. Finally, the tension snapped, and Ram collapsed against him, his weight heavy and warm. He lay there, draped over Chan’s chest and stomach, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as if he had just survived a battlefield.