-Hi! What should I call you?

-Rose is fine, said the handsome man standing in Demian's door frame.

He was average in size, chubby, and incredibly pretty. The first thing that drew attention was his hair, short and straight but dyed in a deep and warm purple, a color that weirdly reminded Demian of sangria. The taller man immediately thought that it suited him, and moved on to examine the rest of his guest. He had light skin, a small, cute nose, and plump but thin lips that still seemed sweetly tempting. Demian knew the absence of facial hair could throw off age estimates, but the other guy did not look that much younger than what his dating profile indicated, although he was no doubt younger than him. The man's eyes seemed small behind a gold-rimmed pair of round glasses, but Demian could see the distorted edges of Rose's face indicating thick lenses that worked as inverse magnifiers. These caramel brown, piercing irises were fixed on him, and he suddenly remembered why the stranger was in front of his home.

-Nice to meet you Rose, I'm Demian, he finally replied with a sultry smile. Please, come in, he added while stepping aside to let his -hopefully- one-night stand step in.

While his host was busy devouring him with his eyes, Rose felt a second of unease. Then, he quickly remembered why he was there, and decided to do the same. After all, they were going to fuck, so it was probably par for the course to examine one's future partner. Demian was tall, with light brown skin and dark eyes roaming over his guest's face. He had a glimmer of hunger in his stare, and Rose concluded that was what had unsettled him at first. But why wouldn't he look at him this way knowing what they had planned? The younger man felt slightly reassured and continued his own examination. The guy facing him seemed on the thin and lanky side, but Rose could see from the fabric of his shirt straining at his shoulders that he probably was more muscular than what a first glance indicated. He had long black hair, disappearing behind his back in a braid. It was apparent from the twirls clinging around his hairline that the rest was equally very curly. He also had a tall, aquiline nose that made Rose conclude the man was of Mediterranean descent, a common occurrence around here. His face was framed in a well-groomed beard, as dark as his hair, but speckled with copper strands. Finally, the shorter man landed his gaze on the other's lips, right at the same level as his own eyes. They seemed soft and pillowy, and made him itch for a kiss, although he knew he would better restrain himself until they were behind closed doors.

Demian was definitely very hot, and Rose felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine. The man facing him suddenly seemed to wake up from his daze, smiled and stepped aside while inviting his guest to enter.

Rose was still unsure if this "adventure" was a good idea. After all, he had grown up with parents telling him never to meet strangers from the internet, and especially not one-on-one the first time. But he was tired of being always cautious, and finding sex partners as a gay trans man was a harrowing endeavor. Most people coming up to him were cisgender men claiming to be straight, and the dysphoria that induced was so strong he never had been able to sleep with any of them since he came out to himself. So finding a bisexual man, that from their texts seemed to indeed see him as a man, even with his feminine name, was both incredibly rare and euphoria inducing.

Rose felt another twinge of uncertainty in the back of his mind. He knew he felt more at ease because his host was beautiful, and that was a dangerous thought. He shouldn't let his guard down because of the man's appearance, but couldn't help it. While finally entering, Rose resolved to keep a portion of his mind on alert, and pushed the disturbing thoughts aside. After all, he was here to have fun, and he had seen no signs of danger. And most importantly, he knew that Sol, his best friend, would be monitoring their phone all night, ready to come to the rescue if the alert app they had linked to his ever sent a signal, or if Rose did not send confirmation of his well-being every few hours. He knew Sol was very capable, and knowing they would be a text away at any time, probably spending the night watching BL dramas and checking their phone every 5 minutes, brought a small smile to Rose's lips. He then stepped inside the other man's apartment, and Demian closed the door behind them.