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]

Some part of Anders dimly appreciated Dante's restraint in not moving up his thigh; he wasn't sure he had any of his own.

He kept the kissing just as eager and fierce, one hand in Dante's hair while the other splayed against his leg.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante moaned softly against his mouth, the driver's sharp turn pushing him further towards Anders--

Into Anders' lap, really. He couldn't help it.

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed softly at the sudden weight, and wrapped his arms around Dante's back so he wouldn't slide away again. They were so close now that he could feel the thud of Dante's heartbeat against his own skin.

"Best taxi ride ever," he whispered.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Gonna be an even better homecoming," Dante said, voice low.

He pressed another kiss to Anders' mouth. And another, slower, more deliberate, his hand sliding up further and hiking up his shirt.

[not_every_mage]

"Pretty soon now," Anders agreed, and then sucked in his breath and his gut in an attempt to urge Dante's hand to linger on his skin. His mouth pressed ardently against Dante's.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's nails skimmed oh-so-gently over a nipple, and then his fingers spread across Anders' shoulder. He nipped at Anders' bottom lip, kissed his lips, his jaw, his neck.

[not_every_mage]

Anders tried and failed to repress a whimper, and his fingers curled against Dante's side. The layers of clothing between them felt far too thick.

The long-silent driver cleared his throat; Anders opened one eye and realized they were on their block.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out a quiet laugh, sliding his hand out from Anders' shirt. He dug into his pocket for his wallet, and leaned over to hand the driver some bills.

He opened the door with a soft click and slid out onto the street.

[not_every_mage]

Anders mumbled his thanks to the driver as he followed Dante onto the sidewalk, then looked at Dante and laughed.

"I should feel awkward about that, but it was too much fun," he said.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh, I bet he gets like six people like us every night," Dante said, grinning and utterly unrepentant. "Come on, hot stuff."

He was practically skipping up to the door. Or he would've been, if he wasn't Dante and oddly graceful even when giddy.

[not_every_mage]

"Okay, sugarlips," Anders said, trying on an imitation of Dante's accent. He also was wasting no time in getting up to the door.

(... though he hung back just slightly, just to appreciate Dante's ass in motion a little bit longer.)

[rebelseekspizza]

Aw, Anders. Your Brooklyn Limbo City accent was adorably terrible.

Dante snickered, unlocking the door. "Don't fuckin' mock me," he said, and tugged Anders inside.

[not_every_mage]

"It was appreciative mocking," Anders joked, and then they were inside and Dante was tugging him along and he was going to concentrate on undoing Dante's pants right away, thanks.

[rebelseekspizza]

Funny thing, that. Dante was suddenly preoccupied with shoving Anders' shirt up over his head. "I know a few better ways for you to appreciate me."

[not_every_mage]

"I liked the idea" -- Anders was breathless as he let the shirt rise over his head -- "where you'd fuck me until I couldn't walk. It's the best way to appreciate someone."

His hand slid inside Dante's pants to give him a rough squeeze.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned. "Then stop topping from the bottom," he said.

And hauled Anders over his shoulder.

[not_every_mage]

"Asshole," Anders said, as affectionately as someone being manhandled could possibly say such a thing. "I'm done. You're in charge."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Thanks," Dante said brightly, and carried him all the way up the stairs, into Dante's bedroom.

Dropped him down onto the bed and stripped his shirt off, watching Anders all the while.

[not_every_mage]

Anders was watching him right back, eyes hazy with desire, hands clasped behind his head to control the urge to touch.

"I want you so much," he said breathlessly.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's eyes darted from Anders' face to his hands. "Lucky you," he said, and climbed onto the bed, stretching over Anders-- and past him, for the nightstand.

[not_every_mage]

"Lucky me," Anders agreed, with a little chuckle. He leaned up as Dante stretched to kiss whatever bit of him was most conveniently within reach.

[rebelseekspizza]

There was something stupidly endearing about the feeling of Anders pressing butterfly kisses against his shoulder and his chest; it meant Dante was smiling as he settled back down.

It didn't stop him from wrapping the scarf around Anders' wrists.

[not_every_mage]

Anders sucked in his breath at the brush of silk across his wrists. He'd been looking forward to getting fucked anyhow, but getting fucked with bound wrists ... that was a treat. "Have I been a bad boy tonight?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"The worst," Dante murmured, pressing a kiss against his mouth, his hands deftly tying Anders' wrists to the headboard. "Fuckin' filthy in public, Anders..."

[not_every_mage]

"Could have corrupted anybody who saw us," Anders agreed, eyes sparkling.
"I'm very ashamed of myself."

He was not. At all.

"Help me behave?"