Angel (Troyler AU)

'you're my favorite kind of night'

Tyler's POV

He stood there.

Patiently.

Silently.

Never expectantly.

I could physically feel arousal pooling in my lower stomach, unable to contain myself, or gain composure when the slim man in all black locked eyes with me. He sipped his wine, slowly, may I add, keeping his eyes trained on mine with no shame. His dark brown curls resting on his forehead, and his eyes held all sorts of emotions in them,
I'm not one to fall in love, so I never tried to sort them.

I rest back against the wall behind me, never taking my eyes away from his, and he did the same.

"Troye! You made it!" A voice called across the room. I drowned it out though, still eyeing the man across the room. Even when the guy who'd shouted 'Troye' slid a tad too close to him for my liking. Troye? Is that his name?

God, I want him.

The man and him quietly chatted, but I held Troye's attention the entire time, giving me a surge of pride when the man beside him desperately tried everything from leaning closer, touching him, and even nibbling on his earlobe. I didn't like his motives one bit, relieved when he gave up his antics and went to try and pick up another man. Good, this one's mine.

I never left this eye contact at just eye contact though, I never planned to, especially when wine dribbled down the left side of his chin. Before he could wipe it off, I sped walked to the other side of the room, bumping into a few partygoers along the way. Troye started to smile, not a small smile, a full genuinely happy smile with teeth. I almost stopped halfway across the room, just seeing the angelicness of face. I reached him, and immediately pulled on his wrist to get him out of the room, and around a corner.

We ended up against a wall, me pinning him to it with my full body. He hummed contently, happy with my actions. I licked the almost dried up wine off his chin, and licked into his open mouth to taste his tongue, never meeting lips. He took my hand in his after I pulled away, kissing it when I planned for him to just shake.

"The name's Tyler Oakley," I announced, my voice coming out more seductive than I planned.

"Troye Sivan," he replied, but with an Australian accent. I tilted my head at this, smirking when I saw his lust filled eyes.

"Pleasure, Sivan,"

"I can assure you, Mr. Oakley, the pleasure is all mine." My smirk deepened at this, trying so hard to waver off the butterflies that fluttered in my chest.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing your gorgeous face around this lovely venue more tonight, I can't bring myself to get enough of you, Oakley," Troye pulled me closer by the waist then, bringing my earlobe in between his teeth and grinding them down on it. I moaned lowly in his, drawing out the moment. I stepped back once more, gesturing him ahead of me.

"Go," I whispered. "But don't seek another, I'll be awaiting upon your presence, baby." He left me altogether, and I already missed his absence.

Welcome, this story will be kinky, loving, sexy and dangerous, which is what I'm going for obviously. Enjoy xx