And the beat goes on.
The moving mass of bodies jumping up and down the dance floor obstructs the view he has of him at the other side of the room, only offering glimpses of his naked, sweaty torso in the distance.
The track that's on has a heavy percussive rhythm to it and he's mouthing the hypnotic lyrics as he keeps looking at the dancing stranger in the distance, waiting for their eyes to meet, certain that the man can feel his eyes devouring him from afar.
Hazel finally meet green and a gasp echoes unheard, the pull of the one undeniable and wildly appealing to the other as they move closer, meeting in the center of the dance floor.
It's animalistic, overwhelming and lewd, but they can't stop it, wouldn't stop it even if they wanted to.
His open hands run up the wet planes of the stranger's broad back, gripping his shoulders tightly and pulling him closer against his body, rubbing their mutual need aggressively against each other through their pants. The large hands going through his short hair take hold of it a moment later and he's pulled roughly out of the kiss so those lips and tongue that had been invading his mouth a few seconds before can continue their assault on his throat with indigent suckling and biting.
The friction is divine and right on par with the vibrating bass of the music and he's soon breathing harshly and desperately in the taller man's ear, losing himself in their synchronous bumping and grinding.
His head fall back and he groans, mouth falling open in bliss as he's cumming long and hard in the midst of the writhing bodies all around them. He hears the stranger growl in his ear in turn and he whimpers in pleasurable pain when those teeth sink into the side of his neck.
The world seemed to have stood still for a moment, but it's moving again the second their lips part and they smile at each other.
The next set of beats blasted through the woofers and it was time to get the hell out of there.
The music would always play on.
But they'd already found their title track.