The warmth of gentle touches over Nico's body had long since faded away from his awareness. Eyes fixed blankly on the wooden partition separating their space from other's, his mind had drifted too far to remain in the moment. Despite being physically present, the fogginess of the liquor in his system had fully diverted Nico's attention to his reminiscence despite being in someone else's arms.

Which, honestly, wasn't all that uncommon.

A twinge of disgust, accompanied by just a touch of shame, uncomfortably twist and turn in the pit of Nico's stomach, but he had long since become acquainted with that familiar wrench, which was now promptly and easily dismissed.

But more times than not, retreating into the back of his mind had saved him from taking on more mental anguish.

And at the end of the day, as long as he was able to keep on fighting against the ever-threatening void that sought to swallow him whole, did it really matter —

A sharp pain blooming from under the dark mesh of his tank top whisks Nico back to the present, his skin stinging with Will's targeted assault on the residual hickeys from all those nights ago. A jolt of pleasure runs straight down Nico's spine, as the pain is followed by the sensation of Will's tongue gently flicking over Nico's skin, locked down between his teeth. Nico feels his member throb in response, and tightens his grip on Will's hair, feeling Will hum approvingly into his shoulder.

It's like he's trying to cover the old hickey with a new one of his own.

Possessively.

Marking me like I'm his territory.

That single realization sends what little blood was left in circulation straight down south, Nico's skinny jeans instantly crossing the line from "confining" to "agonizingly tight".

"Fuuuuck, that's good," Nico whispers breathily, letting his lashes flutter, just in case Will took a peek mid-hickey. Angling his crotch to one side of Will's lap, Nico rolls his hips in a small circle, rubbing his growing erection against Will's upper leg.

Will inhales sharply, his hands on Nico's ass roaming up to firmly grip his slim waist instead. Suddenly, Nico's being shifted to the left, and the delicious friction against his dick subsides.

Nico whimpers, about to shimmy out of Will's grip to readjust, but stops as Will's thigh lifts under him. Will slides Nico slightly forwards with the sudden shift, eliciting another wave of pleasure as their hips press back together.

Gods, he could manhandle the shit out of me and I would thank him for it.

Nico pulls his arm back from where it was draped over Will's right shoulder and slides his hand down Will's arm. His hand stops once he's palming the back of Will's hand, and Nico presses it more firmly into the curve of his waist. Immediately, Nico feels the corners of Will's mouth pull up into a small smile against his collarbone, as he releases Nico's skin from between his teeth.

"You could have just said you wanted me to touch you more," Will says playfully, finally looking Nico in the eye, a slight hint of mirth visible in his otherwise uncertain expression.

Nico doesn't respond immediately, gaze flitting down to Will's lips, which were now swollen and red from his vigorous, passionate sucking of marks on Nico's otherwise pale skin.

Still watching Will's lips, Nico leans in as if to kiss him again, and pauses his calculated approach right as their lips were about to touch. He looks into Will's stormy blue eyes, contrasted by pupils blown wide with lust.

The faint smell of strawberries lingers on Will's breath as he exhales slowly through his mouth in anticipation.

"Then touch me more, love." Nico whispers, lips ever so slightly brushing against Will's with each word, before finally capturing Will's lips in his own once more. Will meets Nico's movements with equal fervor, hungrily pulling Nico's bottom lip between his teeth again before running his tongue over his prize.

"That's all I needed to hear." Will mutters into their kiss. For the briefest of moments, Will's voice turns rough with need, almost gruff, and the increased pressure of Will's fingers gripping him by the waist more forcefully elicits a needy moan from Nico.

Nico could feel Will's arousal press heavily against his inner thigh.

Holy shit, he's packing.

Nice.

In response, Nico presses his hard-on into Will's hip and lets out a quiet whine into Will's mouth.

More.

I want to hear him more.

I want to hear him groan needily with those uneven breaths.

I want to hear him fall apart because of me.

Nico lifts his hand from where it was resting on Will's and slips it under the front of Will's shirt, enjoying the stark contrast between the warmth of Will's body and his chilly fingers. He opts to press his palm against Will's abdomen, feeling his muscles clench up at his touch. He slides his hand up over Will's ribs to gently squeeze the modest amount of flesh on his chest.

Will moans in response to Nico's continued exploration of his chest, and, still firmly gripping Nico's hips, begins to grind Nico against himself.

The feeling of being used, pushed and pulled while fully at the other's mercy was ridiculously sexy. Nico's mouth waters in excitement, anticipation only increasing his craving for more stimulation. Those large, sturdy hands promised a touch both powerful and gentle, capable of igniting a fire within him with just a simple tantalizing motion.

Nico shifts to press his erection into Will's, and feels himself straining against the unyielding constriction of his jeans once more. Unable to control the heat rushing to his face from his arousal, Nico almost reaches down to snatch away Will's hands and reclaim some control over his own body.

But he held back.

Instead, he pulls his lips away from Will's to leave a small line of kisses from the corner of Will's mouth to his jaw. Moving his hand from the back of Will's head, Nico weaves his fingers into Will's hair, pushing golden waves to the side and revealing Will's pink-tinged ears. Nico leans into Will's chest as he gently nibbled on Will's blushing earlobe, relishing in the way Will shivered in turn.

If he wants me to give in, he'll have to work for it.

Nico once again rubs his dick against Will, and hums in approval as Will lets out another strained groan in Nico's ear. As Nico continued to explore Will's neck with his lips, the sultry noises Will made from below him only further fuels his desire.

Every one of Will's breaths is rife with desperation, his hold on Nico's hips tightening as he rubs their equally confined erections together.

A gust of cool air rushes up Nico's back, following Will's right hand from where it wandered over the skin beneath Nico's sheer tank top. His large palm settles on the exposed nape of Nico's neck, which had cooled with sweat since their time on the dance floor.

The heat of Will's hand on Nico's skin was nearly searing, and Nico shudders at the stark contrast in temperature. His ever-growing desire, fueled by the continuous friction from their hips moving in tandem, was quickly bringing Nico to the point where he would have to put a stop to their frottage, or risk coming in his pants like an overeager, hormonal teenager.

Will turns his head to press open-mouthed kisses down the side of Nico's neck in places that were definitely above the neckline of the collared shirt he would have to don Saturday afternoon.

I have to… Tell him to stop…

No marks that high…

Barely able to gather up the motivation to stop Will from tipping him over the edge, Nico releases Will's earlobe and tries to pull away from Will's ministrations, attempting to stop him from ravenously sucking more visible marks into Nico's exposed neckline.

Nico wasn't prepared in the slightest as Will growls, tightens his grip on the back of Nico's neck, and reclaims the tender flesh with his lips.

The instant aching in his core that followed made it all too apparent just how empty he was right now.

If not for the little restraint Nico had left, he would have already stripped down and bent himself over the table for Will to take him right then and there.

A soft gasp escapes Nico's mouth when Will latches onto his neck again. The sharp sting of Will's teeth sinking into Nico's skin slowly morphs into pleasure, Nico's arousal growing with each tug on the crook of his neck.

What remained of his already-clouded judgement threatened to fully withdraw with the delicious sensations elicited by every single one of Will's movements—

Stop him or you'll regret it.

Begrudgingly, Nico places his hand on Will's chest, gently pushing Will away with a hasty shake of his head. Immediately, Will lets go of Nico's neck, meeting Nico's eyes with a wide-eyed expression of his own, much like a kicked puppy.

"Shit, was that too hard? I didn't mean to hurt—" Will blurted out, worry and guilt evident in his features as he pulled back from Nico.

Nico consciously held back a smirk, Will's sudden breaking of character oddly endearing, the blonde's kindhearted and gentle nature evidently overpowering the base animal instinct that was their shared lust.

Gods, I want to ruin him.

The sound of knuckles rapping on the booth table brought Nico back to his senses, opting to shift his weight backwards into a sitting position. With a turn of his head, Nico meets Pollux's amused gaze from where he stood at the other end of the booth, holding a drink tray with two more daiquiris.

Perfect timing as always, Pollux, thank the gods.

A break from all this stimulation was exactly what Nico needed, before he was pulled past the point of no return.

Shock and guilt gripped his chest in an icy hold, quickly overriding the animalistic need that had coursed through his body, as Will finally took in the extent of the damage he had done.

Fingers trembling, Will reached down from where he had been cupping Nico's neck to wipe away a drop of serosanguineous fluid seeping from the deep, red-tinged imprint of his teeth on delicate, pale skin.

Animal.

Not once, during all that time, did he think of controlling his own strength.

What more would he have done if Nico hadn't stopped him, if he hadn't been pushed away?

Worst of all, he wouldn't even be the one bearing the consequences of his actions.

And yet, a small flicker of pride seeped in through the self-disgust, sickly green marks long gone and replaced by inflamed, marred, and broken skin, left by none other than himself.

What kind of miserable excuse for a person had he become? Having hurt someone because he only thought to cater to his own wants, and somehow finding joy in the harm he inflicted, because of some petty sense of… jealousy?

What right did he even have to feel jealous in the first place?

Selfish bastard.

Will rubbed away the blood-tinged saliva lingering on his thumb, scanning Nico's form for any reaction—fear, disgust, anger, even sadness—but found nothing, Nico's neutral expression masking whatever real feelings lurked underneath the surface.

No amount of remorse could even come close to fixing this, as much as he wished he could take back what he had done. But, at the very least, he could acknowledge his regret, and only then would he allow himself to cling onto the hope that he might still be forgiven for what he had done.

Drawing in a shaky breath to apologize, Will lifted his gaze to meet Nico's blank expression and—

With horrendous timing, the violet-eyed blonde, who Nico had ordered drinks from earlier in the night, ever-so-tactfully knocked on the table, informing the pair of his presence.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have another order of drinks for you."

Pollux, read the black text on the bartender's reflective silver nametag – a poor choice for visual clarity, in Will's opinion, in a venue with lights blinking and bobbing everywhere. But it was eye-catching enough to grab Will's, so ultimately, he supposed it served its purpose.

"I haven't ordered anything since earlier at the bar," Nico stated, having turned to face his acquaintance, mild annoyance clear in his expression. Furrowing his brow, Will shut his eyes—maybe the displeasure was because of the interruption, not Will's overzealous actions just moments ago?

Still, Nico remained unabashedly perched on Will's lap, making no indications that he wanted to be in a less compromising situation, despite having company.

Will took that as a good sign.

"Someone bought another round of drinks for you two," Pollux clarified, setting down the rose-colored drinks one at a time, ice cubes clinking against the glass as the liquid sloshed with the movement.

Pollux jerked his head to the left, where, behind him, a fourth person was hovering by the other side of the booth.

He wasn't quite as tall as Will, but he was much more well-built, with defined biceps and forearms crossed in front of a tight grey t-shirt that left little to the imagination. His biker shorts hugged well-built thighs, his build exuding a confident, powerful presence. The bright green crew cut didn't quite fit the man's overall aesthetic, but he also didn't look like someone who would appreciate unsolicited fashion advice.

"Well, my job is done, I'll leave you guys to it then." Pollux said, the right corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk before nodding at Nico, who still wore a blank stare, but was now directed at the unknown interloper.

"What do you want?" Nico said curtly as he tilted his chin upwards, never breaking eye contact with the green-haired stranger.

"I've had my eye on both of you," the man said in a deep, gravelly voice, "and I'm liking what I'm seeing. I bet you two would be even prettier on your knees, begging for my attention. How about we get out of this club and I show you what real pleasure feels like?"

Gross.

Having mentally checked out because of the cringy introduction, Will was instead mesmerized by his close-up view of Nico's side profile— sharp jawline pairing perfectly with high cheekbones, and his lips red and glistening from their intense make-out session—

"Hi." Nico stated bluntly, a note of sarcasm souring his otherwise cordial way of speaking.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Nico," he continued. "What's your name?"

The man seemed to be slightly taken aback by the question, as he paused before responding.

"I'm Dennis," said Dennis with his confident demeanor despite Nico's clearly disgruntled reaction.

"Hi Dennis, how are you?" Nico asked sarcastically.

Dennis opened his mouth to respond, but—

"Ah, before you ask me how I'm doing," Nico continued brusquely, "let me go ahead and say that I don't appreciate you treating me like a slab of meat you're just trying to stick your dick in."

"Plus," said Nico with a little smile, turning back to lock eyes with Will, "I think he's got his hands full handling just me right now, let alone another person."

"Thanks for the drinks though, signorotto," Nico said, waving him off, efficiently ending the encounter.

As Nico watched the man saunter away, unfazed despite having just been told off, he wrinkled his nose and those delicate, capricious lips curled into a slight sneer.

"Yuck," Nico spat, "I wish they would at least hang up a curtain between the booths and the rest of the club. What do I have to do to get some privacy around here?"

He reached for one of the drinks and brought it to those sinfully swollen lips.

Nico's delicately carved Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow as he greedily gulped down the liquid, a small stream escaping the corner of his mouth and tracing its way down his chin and throat.

As soon as Nico lowered the glass from his lips, his enchanting brown eyes wordlessly locked on to Will's, twisting his upper body to place the glass back on the table.

Will watched hungrily as Nico, with flawlessly smooth motions, wiped away the liquor on his neck with the back of his hand, before swiping his thumb across his lips to take care of the rest. Will swallowed dryly, eyes still glued to Nico, who then proceeded to nonchalantly reclaim the alcohol on his hand by languorously licking it off, then sucking what remained off his thumb with obscenely hollowed cheeks and a wet "pop."

Fuck.

That was hot.

Will once again felt himself straining against his jeans, cursing the moment he had set aside his nicest pair of sweatpants for this denim blue prison.

Suddenly, the comfortable weight of Nico's plump thighs and ass on Will's legs was torn away from him, frigid air conditioning quickly robbing Will of the little warmth that lingered. Nico, now standing where Pollux had been mere moments ago, reached across the booth for his worn leather jacket, which had been justly exiled to the seat on the other side. Nico let out a small exhale as he strained to stretch forwards, the slits of his tank top teasingly revealing the pale and delicate skin of his flanks that now seemed miles away.

"Think that's my cue to get out of here." Nico finished, pulling that ridiculously flattering leather jacket over his shoulders, sleeves hanging freely over his arms.

Thoughts of Nico dressed head to toe in black leather, gloves and spiked choker included, flooded Will's mind, the dryness in his throat almost painful as he tried to focus on the situation at hand.

Right. Why wouldn't Nico leave after what Will had done?

Somehow, Will had managed to fuck things up again. If he hadn't lost control, if Nico hadn't pushed him away, maybe tonight would have turned out differently.

But there was no point in entertaining 'if's and 'maybe's. Since when had that changed anything?

Biting back a groan, Will adjusted his jeans to accommodate his hard-on before fully sitting up, eyeing the remaining drink on the table. Dejected, he pulled the cup closer, watching the way the liquid rose and fell against the sides of the glass.

Well, he'd gone so far as to break his own rules, so might as well commit all the way, right?

Will lifted the glass to his mouth, but only managed to down a single swallow before the strength of the liquor overwhelmed his desire to drown his frustrations. He grimaced, trying to suppress his innate urge to cough in order to save what little face he had left.

"Try holding your breath while you drink it," Nico said as he slipped one arm into the sleeve of his jacket, the now mellow blue backlight complimenting his small, elegant silhouette.

The slight sheen of sweat on Nico's neck looked so enticing that Will could feel his mouth watering. It took all the self restraint he had left to resist the urge to reach out, grab Nico by that sinfully slim waist, and pull him back on his lap so they could continue where they left off.

If only he could live in those moments forever. No more aching emptiness, no more yearning, no more tossing and turning for hours. Just pure ecstasy as he reveled in finally being able to get his hands on something he wanted.

"Breathing out afterwards makes it burn less too," Nico continued, sliding on the other sleeve, completely oblivious to Will's inner turmoil. As Nico lifted his jacket by the lapels, shimmying into it for the best fit, Will was hit by another wave of Nico's raw, earthy scent that somehow stirred up his desire even more.

"Why do you smell so good?" Will mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" Nico's brow furrowed as he gestured for Will to repeat himself. Nico turned his ear towards Will and tucked an unruly wisp of hair behind his ear, putting his obsidian stud on full display.

Fucking hell.

"I didn't catch that."

"A-Ah," Will stammered in response, suddenly hyperaware of how much of a mess he was right now. Embarrassed, he pushed his disheveled hair up and out of his face with one hand. His face was warm, his hands were shaking, and he must have sweat through his flannel by now.

"It's nothing," Will stated. He took another gulp of the liquor, the biting cold of an ice cube hitting his front teeth jolting him back to the situation at hand.

Blinking at the harsh sensation, Will realized that he couldn't recall a single word Nico had just said to him.

"Sorry," Will said sheepishly. "What were you saying?"

"Maybe you don't need the rest of that drink," Nico teased, a small smile creeping onto his face. "Don't feel like you have to drink it all–like I said, I'll finish if you don't."

"S'fine, I got it," Will said, before squeezing his eyes shut and choking down another mouthful.

"Breathe in, drink, and then breathe out," Nico ordered firmly, creases deepening in the worn leather as he crossed his arms.

A breath in.

Chilly sweetness with less intense acridity slid down his throat with every tentative swallow, ice resting on his upper lip as the feeling of suffocation ramped up until—

Slamming the empty glass back down on the table with a "clink" and a forceful exhale, Will frantically gasped for air. Chest heaving, Will pushed the glass away, rubbing his cold palm across his flushed face.

"Good boy," Nico purred, reaching out to ruffle Will's hair, not unlike an owner training their new puppy.

What would it feel like to be led around by Nico with a leash and collar? Praised for being obedient? Punished for misbehaving?

At the very least, Will had a lot of material to think about when he got home tonight.

Sliding his phone out of his back pocket, Will blinked, disoriented at the sudden assault of light against his dilated pupils. Nothing on his screen had changed since he last checked it in the bathroom save for the time now reading '03:47'.

A despondent sigh parted Will's lips as he looked back up at Nico, jacket now covering the mess he had made of Nico's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," Will started, rubbing his temple, the coldness of his fingers from the glass clearing a little bit of the muddled haze in his mind. "I don't know what came over me."

"Sorry for what?" Nico asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Your neck."

"Oh." Nico lifted a hand and slid it under his jacket, slightly wincing as he ran his fingers over the broken skin.

"It's fine," Nico said as he shrugged, sitting back down on the other side of the booth with a crinkle as the plastic gave way under him. The guilt in Will's expression must have been obvious, as Nico's eyes softened when Will finally locked eyes with him again.

"This is nothing, I've dealt with way worse."

Worse? Just what had Nico been through?

In the wordless minutes that followed, the space between them only seemed to expand, as Will found himself unable to conjure up an appropriate response given how the conversation had shifted. All coherent pleasantries or comforting phrases had been seemingly sucked away into some void, never to return.

"So, am I coming with you or not?" Nico asked, breaking the enduring silence with a double entendre spilling from his lips.

Coming… with Will? Like, he wanted to leave the club together?

"Wait, what are you trying to say?" A flicker of hope reignited in Will's chest at the prospect of salvaging the disaster he had made of their encounter.

He watched with wide eyes as Nico gracefully got up from his seat, stepped around the table, and with the smallest of smiles on his face, leaned in to press those soft, plump lips against Will's own once more.

"I'm saying you should take me home, love."

Maybe it wasn't too late.

*signorotto – derived from "signore" or "mister/sir" and the diminuitive "-otto", used in a mocking or dismissive manner towards someone who is acting pretentious, self-important, or overly authoritative.

Hi everyone,

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