Title: Sway
Author: Dr FooFoo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: yaoi, PWP
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Notes: Random characterisation.
Sweaty. Hot. Thumping. The Dandelion was alive tonight, just as every night. And he was there tonight, just as every night. His chocolate bangs clung to his forehead, glued with sweat. Otherwise, brown tresses were flung in every which way as he moved his body to the beat. He wore a moist white shirt that showed off his toned chest and left little to the imagination. His black leather pants were so thin and tight that he seemed to forget he was even wearing them. His eyes were closed, but if he cared to open them, one would almost certainly be mesmerized by the intensity of them.
Someone else was in the club tonight. He was seated at the bar, an empty glass in hand, watching the mass of writhing bodies on the floor. The brunette caught his attention almost immediately, as he did with most everyone. This new man stood up and set his glass on the counter behind him. His cropped blond hair stood in a mess of spikes and tufts. He wore almost the same attire as the brunette, except that his shirt was black. If anyone saw him elsewhere, he would be sporting a long grey trenchcoat. Tonight, he made an exception.
Moving swiftly and stealthily, the blond man slithered through the crowd towards the dancing brunette. Roughly shoving a random clubber out of the way, the blond stood in front of the brunette now, and watched him silently. When the other man opened his eyes finally, he ran his gaze slowly and obviously over the blond's body. Finally, stormy eyes met emerald eyes and the brunette licked his lips seductively.
Both men began to move as a new song started up. Around them, a confusion of writhing heat trapped them, but they didn't seem to care. All they wanted was each other, that much was obvious to anyone around them. In sync, they moved together, grinding their hips against one another. And never once did their gaze falter or drift away.
As the song died down, the two men stood up, very close to each other. The brunette still swayed, as if a mental rhythm still played out in his mind, but the blond stood still, just staring at the beauty before him. Finally, the brunette took one step forward and pressed his body against the blond's. Moving quickly, he snaked his arms around the other man's neck and brought his face towards the other's. Lips brushed lips and the two swayed together in time to a new song.
Sweaty. Hot. Thumping. The Dandelion was alive tonight, just as every night. And he was there tonight, just as every night. His chocolate bangs clung to his forehead, glued with sweat. Otherwise, brown tresses were flung in every which way as he moved his body to the beat. He wore a moist white shirt that showed off his toned chest and left little to the imagination. His black leather pants were so thin and tight that he seemed to forget he was even wearing them. His eyes were closed, but if he cared to open them, one would almost certainly be mesmerized by the intensity of them.
Someone else was in the club tonight. He was seated at the bar, an empty glass in hand, watching the mass of writhing bodies on the floor. The brunette caught his attention almost immediately, as he did with most everyone. This new man stood up and set his glass on the counter behind him. His cropped blond hair stood in a mess of spikes and tufts. He wore almost the same attire as the brunette, except that his shirt was black. If anyone saw him elsewhere, he would be sporting a long grey trenchcoat. Tonight, he made an exception.
Moving swiftly and stealthily, the blond man slithered through the crowd towards the dancing brunette. Roughly shoving a random clubber out of the way, the blond stood in front of the brunette now, and watched him silently. When the other man opened his eyes finally, he ran his gaze slowly and obviously over the blond's body. Finally, stormy eyes met emerald eyes and the brunette licked his lips seductively.
Both men began to move as a new song started up. Around them, a confusion of writhing heat trapped them, but they didn't seem to care. All they wanted was each other, that much was obvious to anyone around them. In sync, they moved together, grinding their hips against one another. And never once did their gaze falter or drift away.
As the song died down, the two men stood up, very close to each other. The brunette still swayed, as if a mental rhythm still played out in his mind, but the blond stood still, just staring at the beauty before him. Finally, the brunette took one step forward and pressed his body against the blond's. Moving quickly, he snaked his arms around the other man's neck and brought his face towards the other's. Lips brushed lips and the two swayed together in time to a new song.