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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[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?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh, you'll learn by the time I'm done with you," Dante said.

His fingers curled into the waistband of Anders' pants and yanked.

[not_every_mage]

Anders felt himself made bare, and his cock sprang loose from his clothing like a confined wild animal dashing for freedom. His eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the sheer sensation.

[rebelseekspizza]

And how could Dante resist, at this point?

He slid down Anders' body while his eyes were still closed. Didn't hesitate, not even for a moment, in sliding Anders' dick into his mouth.

He just needed to taste it.

[not_every_mage]

"Oh sweet Andraste," Anders swore, shivering in pleasure. His shoulders shifted, as if he wanted to grab Dante's head and didn't quite remember that he couldn't. "I love your mouth."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante would have laughed, but-- well. He hummed around Anders' dick instead, taking him as deep as he could go.

Pulled back, a moment later, mischief in his eyes as his tongue played with the head.

[not_every_mage]

Anders felt like his whole body was an exposed nerve ending, and the way Dante used his tongue took the pleasure almost to the point of pain. He drew a few shaky breaths before meeting Dante's eyes.

"Perfect," he whispered, and he didn't just mean the blow job.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's mouth curved.

He pushed in all the way one more time. Twice. Three times...

Maybe a little longer than that.

Before he pulled back.