Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

King Size - Conor & Phil - Part 1

"He's doing it again," Conor whispered, his breath hot against your ear, his lips curling into a smile. 

You kept your eyes down, a grin on your own lips as you swayed your hips, leaning slightly back so Conor, dancing behind you, could press his body tight against yours. 

Across the room, on the sofa, Phil sat talking with Price, while music pulsed and bodies moved everywhere. With Dom spinning electro from the kitchen and Joe leading the smoke circle on the balcony, your birthday party had turned out a raging success. 

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Phil laugh at someone's joke, running his hands back and forth over his knees. But those eyes gave him away. 

He was staring at you. 

It had happened before. You'd be helping the guys with some equipment, or standing next to the stage, or laughing with Dom, and you'd feel it. You'd turn, and Phil's gaze would shift hastily away, his face flushing, and he'd busy himself with some distraction. 

Conor had noticed too, but he was a secure guy, and took it as a compliment that guys noticed his girlfriend. You'd even talked and laughed about it together. 

You tipped your head back, and Conor's nose nuzzled your neck as you danced. The tension between your bodies was thick as molasses. 

"Mmm, think he likes what he sees?" Your purr made Conor suck in a breath.

"How the fuck could he not? You are the sexiest creature on this Earth."

You wondered if your body would ever stop shuddering merely from Conor's voice. 

In the six months you'd been with Conor, the heat between you had showed no signs of slowing down. The guy was shy and soft-spoken in public, but fuck, he was an animal behind closed doors. You were the adventurous type, but he really brought out the wild in you. 

Now you noticed something different about Phil's gaze. You saw his eyes slide over you, then roam behind you. Then it hit you. 

Phil wasn't just watching you. He was watching you both.

Your voice was thick. "Think he likes both of these sexy creatures," you purred to Conor, reaching back to place a hand on his thigh as you moved.

"Think so?" he asked, his voice low. You knew that tone, the dry scratchiness he always got when he was really turned on.

"Know so," you replied, grinning.

You'd always noticed that Conor and Phil had a special connection, and that the big huggy guy was especially huggy with Conor. But you'd never really thought about it as anything more. Until now. 

Conor snickered. He ground against you, making a spectacle of pressing his hands into your thighs and moving in circles to the beat. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking and licking, not caring who saw, making you nearly collapse into him. 

You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it.  You looked up, directly into Phil's eyes. He was mesmerized. 

Then he leaped to his feet, a hand flying nervously across the back of his neck. He said something to Price and quickly left the room. 

"Aw, babe, you scared him away," Conor whispered. You laughed and turned to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands fell naturally to your waist. 

"Nah, he'll be back," you said, grinning.

Conor looked at you thoughtfully, brown eyes shining. 

"And when he does, we'll be ready, yeah?" He paused, letting the silent question sink in. "To invite him for a...special birthday present?"