"How do we feel about sequins, David?" Lou buckled his own fists close to his hip, turning to face Bowie for the first time after getting dressed in a sequinned full-body suit.
"Sequins," David paused, leaving the word hanging in the air, lingering after it had been spoken, as if they were discussing something delicate and complex.
"I think they're less 'man', or 'woman', and more theatre," David decided.
Though that suit, unpredictably, did give Lou a more feminine aura - or maybe it was the ambiance lighting in the apartment that night making up for the absence of natural light, or a layer of sweat adding a glow, or it may have been Lou's curls, Or a state of mind in that place and in that moment.
"In that case, I'll leave them all up to you, next time - but now, I'm wearing it."
David gave Lou a meaningless nod; he was paying more attention to the texture in Lou's words, to the music in his pitch and accent. Lou focused on the art in David's features, on the light painting his colourless fingers holding a cigarette.
"I see you're still wearing that frock," Lou mentioned, referring to the house-worn garment that was draping David softly. With one leg stretching over the other, and dress nearly riding up, Lou's curiosity swiftly turned away from the frock to the warm body wearing it. He angled himself better with one knee on the sofa between David's thighs, then plucked the cigarette out of David's mouth, stealing a long drag before leaving it in the ashtray.
David swallowed saliva down the roof of his mouth when Lou clasped his hand over David's engorged member. The other hand fumbled restlessly with the waist of David's underpants, not quite getting them down all the way, but just enough.
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