Because The Night

Two

"Yes, yes, yes...oohhh fuck yes!", the omega had cried out the last time the pair met.

It had been Valentines Day, both men out to celebrate their singlehood with groups of friends and yet somehow, inexplicably, ending up alone at 1am at some depressingly desperate speed dating party during the unending happy hour of a tacky, neon-lit, hotel bar.

Every patron displayed a traffic light system on their chest for the event:

A green sticker for 'single and looking to mingle'.
Yellow meaning 'I'm getting to know someone'.
Red was 'taken'.

They met on the dancefloor. Or, more precisely, Mew's eyes met the younger man's sultrily-swaying silhouette there. The omega feeling the heat of blush creeping across his cheeks and chest at that sensation of being watched and craved, goosebumps as someone's anonymous eyes undressed him, devoured him, even as prophetic lyrics sang out from the DJs turntables...

'Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us...'

And within moments there were strong arms encircling the younger's waist from behind, hungry lips attacking his neck, nose nuzzling at scent glands, a muscular form and the bulge of desire pressed up against him.

Twisting his neck to meet his dance partner's eyes, the omega couldn't disguise the sharp intake of breath as he looked upon a face of unparalleled handsomeness. Features so classical it was as if the man had been carved from polished marble by the Gods themselves. A body that was caressing heatedly at his own, eyes ablaze - quite literally, as the alpha's dark orbs glimmered to glowing amber as something primal possessed.

They were grinding together beneath the technicolour kaleidoscope of disco lights on a sticky dancefloor, music drifting into slow motion - muffled and distant, then, the scratchy tones of a great-grandparent's gramophone - as staccatoed heartbeats and ragged breaths in unison crescendoed to the fore.

Mew had spun the younger man around to face him, lips crashing together as if magnetically compelled - kissing, open mouthed, tongues fencing out a serpentine battle of pure lust. And no space permitted between them. Bodies flush up against one another, hands cupping cheeks and then ass cheeks, tugging at hair, roaming and pawing and kneading shoulders, backs. The hardness of groins swelling powerfully against each other as they rubbed and rutted together across the border of clothes.

Until suddenly Mew pulled back from the lips he'd claimed, to reach out and rip the green stickers from both chests, fishing red replacements from the pockets of his tight black suit pants...

"Taken", he had growled as he stuck them - opting to snarl down the cowering voice of his human heart as it urged 'Why so possessive? Slow down. Don't scare him away. This one could be...special'.

But...

"Ugh. Take me then", came the mouthwatering invitation, licked against his ear as slick dripped to dampen the inner thighs of the one who teased.

And that was how they came to be upstairs in the hotel's best, wan effort at a suite, trail of hastily discarded clothes from doorway to bedroom, where the omega had been relentlessly, ravenously rimmed until he came, fucked up against the railings of the balcony until stars of the night sky waltzed dizzily into the euphoric twinkling behind eyelids as his body shuddered towards climactic bliss.