Nightclub District, Limbo City, Tuesday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.

"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."

[OOC: For the boy, please!]

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[not_every_mage]

It had been a while for Anders, too, and his breath came faster as they ground together. He whimpered slightly at the press of his hard cock against the rough cloth of his pants.

"Need you so much," he whispered into Dante's neck. "Love you."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante pressed a fierce kiss into Anders' own neck in response. "Love you too," he murmured. "You're fucking beautiful."

[not_every_mage]

Anders felt bashful in a way that didn't seem to go very well with making out in an alley.

"So're you," he said, and tilted his chin up to try to capture Dante's lips again.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let him, his lips firm against Anders, his tongue darting out for a brief moment before he sank his teeth into Anders' bottom lip.

[not_every_mage]

Anders sucked in his breath sharply at the jolt of pain. His hands went down to cup Dante's ass; he needed to feel every inch of him.

[rebelseekspizza]

"We should go home," Dante breathed, eyes half-shut. "I gotta get you out of these clothes..."

[not_every_mage]

"Oh thank fuck," Anders said ardently, and copped one last squeeze of ass before stepping back.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante slid his hands out of Anders' waistband, his expression an almost strange mixture of turned-on smirk and deep, almost feverish affection.

He reached for Anders' hand. "C'mon."

[not_every_mage]

"Coming," Anders said, and allowed himself a sky grin at the double entendre. "... after we get home. Should we get a taxi? I want to get a taxi."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed softly. "Already pulling up the app," he promised, pulling the phone out of his pocket and tapping his way through to the right screen.

[not_every_mage]

"You're amazing," Anders said, not just talking about using the app. "We'll get home a lot faster this way."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You just wanna make out in the back seat," Dante sing-songed, mostly because he wanted to make out in the back seat.

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed, acknowledging that Dante was right.

"Do you blame me?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante reached for his hand. "Only if you don't blame me," he said, "Because I would fuckin' love to make out with you in the back seat."

[not_every_mage]

"That's one problem with your bike," Anders said wistfully. "It's a lot harder to kiss you when we're in motion."

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's when you tell me to park it in an alley so you can crawl all over me on the bike," Dante said practically, as he watched a car pull up near them.

[not_every_mage]

"... oh, sure, be logical about it," Anders said, and squinted at the car. "Is that our ride?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante pulled his phone back out of his pocket. "Looks like it," he said, tugging Anders along. "C'mon."

[not_every_mage]

Anders squeezed Dante's hand in response, climbing into the car and sliding across. The driver got a quick nod of greeting before Anders gave him their home address.

[rebelseekspizza]

Thankfully, their driver wasn't a talker. Dante slid into a seat and basically plastered himself to Anders' side. "Now this is some fuckin' luxury right here."

[not_every_mage]

"I feel fancier already," Anders agreed, glancing around. "There are even bottles of water if we want them."

His hand rested at the small of Dante's back as he leaned into the other man.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Maybe in a minute," Dante murmured, and then his lips were on Anders', his hand settling on Anders' thigh.

[not_every_mage]

Anders pressed back into the kiss, more tender than fierce. His lips parted slightly as his tongue sought out Dante's.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's mouth opened like a sigh, his fingers rubbing idle patterns on the inside of Anders' thigh. The car was driving now, the seat moving gently underneath them. The driver had put on some pop station that blended easily into the background.

It was easy to pretend there was no one else there.

[not_every_mage]

There wasn't anyone there, was there? It was them and the moving car and some pop singer chirping about new love, and Anders would have happily stopped time. He let out a low moan as he spread his knees wider.