Prologue
The dark heat, with colorful bright lights interrupting the shadowy atmosphere like stars on drugs. The think beat of the bass mixed with the sparkling heat of the drinks Axel had ordered for Sora had him out on the dance-floor. The press of bodies, pushing, coaxing hands, the brush of someone's hair against his cheek. Sora threw himself into the dancing with an abandon he hadn't know he possessed. Storm gray eyes with delicate flecks of blue met his own from across the room. Like a moth drawn to a light, Sora found himself making his way threw the crowd and to the stranger. Before he knew it, they were pressed against each-other, grinding their bodies as if they would never have the chance again.
Sora giggled as he stumbled into a shelf on the hallway wall. He wondered why people even bothered with such useless structures. The look on his face must've been amusing, because when Squall glanced back at him, he let out his own throaty laugh. The older man grabbed one of Sora's wrists and led him back to his bedroom.
Biting his lip and fighting off his own urges to just give into the sensations, Squall pulled his lithe bodied companion away from his groin. They still had the rest of the night, and like hell he would give up such delicious delight so soon. Smirking at the boys soft whimper of protest, he pulled him up for a deep sensual kiss. It had been ages and being wanted this badly was... Squall lost his train of thought as the boy eagerly pressed his body against the older man, tugging at any remaining clothing, demanding attention. And Squall gladly complied.
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