It was an after party of sorts, a club near by booked out for all of the people involved in the show to celebrate the premiere. The cast, crew, randoms, friends, family, you name it. But to Dacre, there was only one important person there tonight - and that was you.
His eyes never strayed from how your body looked in tonights outfit. His hands had a hard time keeping to themselves, and boy oh boy, was the front of his pants finding it hard to relax.
At the premiere there were too many cameras, too many eyes, so he had to settle for wide smiles and polite hand placements on your lower back. But now; in the dimly lit corner booth in the VIP section, his hands were all over you and his lips were trailing down your jaw to your neck.
"Dacre, we-" He cut you off with a kiss. "We can't do this here."
He was panting when he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were a few shades darker, filled with lust. And his lips were almost swollen, with the shade of your lipstick covering his. He ran a hand through his messed up hair, licking his lips and sitting back next to you.
"Where do you wanna go?" He asked, flicking his eyes to your surroundings.
You followed his gaze for a moment, making sure that your privacy was still intact. It partially was. There was a curtain surrounding the booth that you had drawn closed in a rush as Dacre lifted you up onto him. A small slit in the middle left space for a large gateway leading to possible taunting from your friends or an embarrassing discovery of an agent. You weren't ashamed of Dacre, and he adored you, but you both would prefer to not be walked in on while in your moment.
"We should wait until we get back to the hotel." You quietly replied, looking back to the boy in whom was now also looking at you.
"Y/N," He drawled, placing a hand on your waist. "I really can't wait any longer."
The look he was giving you made your hair stand on end. The want, the passion, the pure look of need on his gorgeous face caused all of your inner strength to weaken.
"You're a tool," You mumbled, kissing his jaw softly. "You know that?"
You watched him grin in victory, before his hands gripped your waist, pulling you towards him. "I know." He chuckled, kissing you softly.
"If we continue this here," You spoke, as Dacre gently pushed you onto your back, the cushioned booth seat under you. "Then you get nothing at the hotel."
He chuckled, dropping a few kisses over your neck. "I'm pretty sure you'll change your mind." He replied, hands rubbing your thighs.
Your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of being secure in Dacre's arms. "How so?" You asked, hands winding over his shoulders.
He pulled one of your legs to hook around him, as the booth was beginning to prove difficult to maneuver on. But you didn't mind how uncomfortable it felt, because Dacre's hands and words made up for it.
"I guess you'll have to wait and see."
You laughed, never getting used to the cocky tease he is. "Fine," You let out a content sigh. "But at least give me a preview."
His laugh caused your heart to leap, before his lips attached to yours in a heated session of want and need. Your leg tightened around him, and his hands caressed your body. From your thighs, to your ass, to your hips, to waist, to face. He loved to touch you, to feel you under him.
He let out breathy moans into your ear, causing your stomach to twist in butterflies. His own mind was a flurry of emotions and hazing need. His hands were large and warm, gripping onto whatever part of you he could. And his lips. His lips traveled from yours to your jaw, kissing and nibbling at every inch you'd let him. His teeth nipped at the skin on your neck, and before he could leave a small bruise, he quickly stopped himself; for he didn't want people to blatantly know what you were both up to behind that red curtain.
