Obsession: The Seven Deadly Sins

L U S T

Lust [ləst]

(n.) very strong sexual desire
Synonym: Lechery

Kink: Exhibitionism

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POV Bucky in 2030 at a crowded NYC Dance Club

This place is notorious for bad behavior, and only a select few even know it exists.

Considering that only a small population knew about my existence for a while, it stands to reason that I would know of this place, as hidden as it is, as well. As it turns out, Tony Stark was also one of those persons to be in the know.

Sometimes, all it takes to receive an invite is riches beyond belief, and that's the situation in Tony's case. Of course, in my case, I don't know that I ever really did officially receive an invite to Dionysus, but it doesn't matter. I'm not blacklisted, and Tony's the one using his status to lead us inside right now.

I take Steve's hand in mine, pushing past everyone in our group ahead of us as we enter. Somehow, the inside is darker than the outside, and it glitters like fresh snow everywhere I look. I don't remember it having been so ethereal in here, but that could be for a number of reasons.

Everyone is dressed minimally, the music is sensual and reverberating, what little lights strobe are white and fleeting, fog hangs in the air that smells sweet and hides those that are too far beyond two arm's length, and perhaps the most notable is that people are dancing on top of each other.

No, they're not dancing- well, some of them are. Most of them are fucking out in the open. Roughly against a wall, slowly in a booth, heatedly on the dance floor, or quickly against the bar. They were everywhere, unmissable, unmistakable.

I feel Steve clench his fingers tighter around my hand, likely never having seen something like this before. I squeeze back to let him know that I have him, that I'm there and I'm not letting him out of my sight. It wasn't until he looked at me that I realized the squeeze wasn't for fear but for arousal.

The other members of the posse we arrived with had already dispersed. I look around briefly to see that Tony and Pepper are kissing slowly as she sits on a barstool, and Natalia and Bruce are dancing sensually on the dance floor amidst the chaos; I can't find where Thor and Jane ran off to, and I'm certain Wanda and Sam and the others are somewhere in the vicinity.

I meet his eyes once again, even as we're nearly shrouded entirely in shadow, and decide I'll lead him onto the dance floor.

When we come to a halt, his eyes flicker to my lips and back up to meet my gaze. I feel my mood perk up as his arms rest on my shoulders, his hands tangling into my hair. I lean forward to kiss him, and he meets me halfway, our tongues dancing the only dance we've ever known.

I feel it when he lets the ambiance take over, as it's evident by the sway of his hips and the hold he has over my body. The front of him is grinding on me, up against the front of my jeans. I grumble, too low for him to hear but I hope he at least feels my frustration humming into his mouth.

He pulls back and looks at me suspiciously like there's a plan on his mind that has yet to be fully developed. I flick my chin at him, hoping for clarification, but he shakes his head and dismisses the notion.

His gaze meanders behind me, to his left and right. I squeeze his sides hoping to regain his attention when I notice the look on his face is hopelessly forlorn.

"What's wrong?" I shout over the music.

He motions for me to look behind me to the right. I see a couple fucking against the wall, another right next to them. When I glance back at Steve, he moves my gaze to the dance floor where even more people are fucking in various positions.