"Opposites attract," a common saying. Something Simon Riley didn't quite believe himself. But he never really believed in much to begin with. Simon didn't have much body hair compared to most men, he had a bit here and there but other than that, he was mostly smooth-skinned.

Of course with his job and position as a lieutenant in an elite task force, he had barely any time to see if said saying was even true. Not that it mattered, he can just pick up the first gal who jumps his way for a night and leave the next morning.

Today was no different than any other day. Simon had decided to head to a club to blow off some steam, he had enough time off for just a night before he had to go back to work and back to his life as a soldier. Find the first person who comes his way, throw a few flirts, drag them to a random hotel, and get that pent-up energy off, a get-in-get-out strategy.

Simon ordered a whiskey, and sat in some dark corner of the club, a black buttoned shirt showing a bit of his collarbone, some slacks, and a black face mask to keep his face hidden. Looking around Simon wasn't too interested in whatever was happening on the dance floor till he spotted a rather large man, you. Dancing carefree and confidently.

Well, now he was interested as his eyes roamed down the man's bearded face, to his forearms, and down his slightly chubby build. He could see quite a bit of body hair even from where he was sitting. Now Simon had never been with a man officially, but that didn't mean he wasn't interested in them. So there he sat observing the man, observing long enough to make eye contact with the man. Simon didn't shy away from it, in fact, he kept eye contact until you either approached or left his eyesight.

After a bit, you finally approached him, "Find something you like sir?" You said curiously as you crossed your arms over your chest. Simon was very surprised at how easily he was attracted to the sight of your body hair that he could see.

"I do" Was all Simon said, taking a sip of his whiskey.