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Asra (Arcana) x Male! Dancer pt 2

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What's your name?

In all honesty, Asra didn't expect to see that dancer ever again. He avoided the Rowdy Raven at all costs until he was sure the dancers were gone. He went for drinks with the group again afterwards plenty of times. It was as pleasant as he'd expect, though his mind would often wander to the events of that confusing night. It was strange to think of what happened. He'd felt so enraptured by something that wasn't unfamiliar to him. He'd seen plenty of dancers before. He'd seen plenty of men before. Yet none of them seemed to catch his entire attention like that specific dancer. He didn't know what it was, but it didn't seem natural. He wanted to avoid it at all cost. Yet here he was, pinned to a table in a random wing of the palace by the strange man himself.

Strong, inked arms gripped the table at either side of Asra, just as powerful legs between his own. The man had him caged. Asra didn't know what was going on at this point. Everything felt so muddled, just like that night.
His hands desperately clung to the thin, black material of the dancer's costume as the man near nuzzled against his neck.

Everything seemed so much more tense now that they were alone in this darkened wing. The calloused hands lightly scraping against his abdomen, the hips that dug into his own, the scent of jazmine that hung heavy in the air around him, the heat the dancer radiated- it all was so much. The man wasn't even doing much to him, but he already seemed so desperate for him. In fact, he was practically clinging onto a man who was cuddling him. Why? He couldn't tell anyone. Not even himself.
Something about the man in his arms brought down a heavy weight of heat and libido swarming through his body. Not only that, but curiosity and interest. The man barely spoke to him, even in bringing him to the room.

Could you imagine? He was so weakly dragged into the dark area. All it took was them making eye contact for a moment during a "small" get-together at the palace. The man was over in seconds.

Asra stood, chatting along with Julian as Portia ran off to see what Nadia wanted. There were quite a bit of people Asra was unfamiliar with, so sticking to Julian seemed best for the time being. The taller was going on and on about the community theatre and it's recent show as Asra eyed the crowd. No one seemed familiar except- his apprentice. His lips instantly grew into a small smile as he turned to face them, though it wasn't long before his smile dropped. They slipped behind someone for a moment and Asra lost them. Frantically searching for the other magician, his brows dipped. Where could they have gone?
Then violet eyes met a haunting pair. A pair that hadn't left his mind since that fateful night. Instantly, he turned away, though peeked back to see the man and see if it truly was the same dancer, but he was gone. He swallowed thickly and frowned. Maybe he'd been thinking too much of him. It would make sense. It was a large crowd. The man and his group had been gone for days now. They'd probably left Vesuvia already.

"And so, the prince-- Asra? Are you listening?"

"What?"

"I should've expected you wouldn't be," Julian grumbled under his breath and folded his arms across his chest.

"Sorry, Ilya. I thought I saw someone.."

"Right.." The plague doctor mumbled and looked off to the crowd. Though, it wasn't long before someone snagged his attention. "Hey, isn't that--"

"I deeply apologize for the disruption," the drumming voice started out. Julian near shuddered at the sound, Asra already had. It was strange, thick. Like honey poured over gravel. A fake sweetness to his tone. "...I was wondering if there was any way you and I could speak in private."