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]

"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.