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]

"So are you," Anders said, and the "oo" in you trailed off into a long, satisfied sigh as he felt Dante's fingers move inside. "Most beautiful man I ever knew."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm going to remember that one," Dante said softly.

His fingers were soft, but efficient. Opening Anders up, not... trying anything else.

Instead he left kisses all over Anders' chest, their placement somehow without rhyme or reason.

[not_every_mage]

"Please do," Anders said, melting under the kisses and caresses. "Want you to ... always know it."

It was getting harder to talk, and his next "Please" meant something else entirely.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante leaned back one last time, taking care of himself, yeah, but also just... looking at Anders. Taking in the softness of his hair, his wiry muscle, the warmth of his skin.

Then he stretched over Anders again and pressed himself in.

[not_every_mage]

And there it was, that familiar burning pleasure only Dante gave him. Anders whimpered softly, greedily, and his legs closed fast about Dante's hips. His prick pressed against Dante's belly, and that alone was almost enough to make him come.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante muffled a groan into Anders' neck, pressing kisses against the skin. He bottomed out and held there, lingering.

"Feel so good," he whispered. Tight and warm all around him, fuck. He shifted, hips moving in a shallow thrust.

[not_every_mage]

"You too, darling," Anders whispered in return, hips moving to match Dante's. He lifted his chin to nip at Dante's neck.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed softly, choosing not to go fast, not yet-- just to pull Anders into a slow dance for a while, like the club, hips moving in slow waves into him.

"'m gonna free up those scarves," he murmured. "I miss your hands."

[not_every_mage]

"Was hoping you would," Anders said, hips still rocking to the same slow rhythm as Dante's. "I've been itching to get my hands all over you."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Good," Dante groaned, his fingers tangling with the scarves until they slid away from Anders' wrists.

His hips kept moving, too.

[not_every_mage]

"Oh fuck yes," Anders breathed, greedily flexing his fingers. They trailed over Dante's shoulders and along the muscles of his back before coming to rest just above his ass.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Better," Dante murmured, pressing kisses into Anders' neck. Muscles flexed under Anders' fingers as he rocked into him a little faster, a little rougher.

[not_every_mage]

Anders groaned in response, crying out and digging his nails in as Dante hit his prostate exactly right. He sucked Dante's earlobe into his mouth, playing it between his teeth.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Mhm, hi there," Dante groaned, hands sliding all over Anders' thighs, then up his chest, exploring.

[not_every_mage]

"H'lo," Anders said amiably, as his hands took up their own roaming again. "You feel so good."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante kissed him again, and let the rhythm of his hips rise in pitch, rocking against him faster, harder.

He gasped, eyes shutting as he got lost in the pleasure of the moment.

[not_every_mage]

"That's it," Anders gasped. "That's it, just -- "

He swore and bucked his own hips, rising up to meet Dante.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante mumbled something in Anders' ear, strained and desperate, about the grip of his body and the strength of him, how good his body felt pressed against him and he fucking loved you, Anders, fuck--

Then he tipped over the edge, voice caught on a whine, hips snapping forward.

[not_every_mage]

There was a sudden rush of warmth inside him and Dante whispering about love in his ear, and was Anders really to be blamed that he followed Dante over that edge mere seconds later? He thought not. (As much as he was thinking at all, anyhow.

When he came to, he reluctantly released his grip on Dante, letting his hands trail languidly down the muscles of his arms and back. "Love you too," he breathed.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's mouth curved into a small, sated smile. He knew he should move, but he wanted to linger here for just a little longer.

He pressed a kiss against Anders' jawline instead, and nuzzled his throat.

[not_every_mage]

Anders made a happy little humming noise and cupped a hand against the back of Dante's head, dragging him into a deep kiss.

He was in no hurry to make either of them move.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante made it slow, deliberate, his fingers sliding into Anders' hair, toying with it.

He wanted to linger in this moment. No words, just contentment, and feeling utterly safe.