Peraya: FriendSHIP

Mindless

On the dance floor, just a few feet away from where he stood by the bar, Krist locked his eyes with the man's merely standing in the middle of the crowd. He was tall even from that distance, hair styled in a bad boy sort of way with a single hoop earring to match his looks. He wore black jeans and a black shirt topped with a gray jacket and he's got an impish smile that made Krist's lips tug upwards. His dark eyes were gleaming despite the bright lights dancing around him, almost screaming with interest over the loud booming noise of the bar.

His enticing lips were sealed shut but his entire presence was exuding words of beckon, as if telling Krist to come closer. And that he did. He pushed himself off the bar and made his way to the dance floor, each step making him more confident of his approach. A woman crossed his path, curling her red lips and batting her lashes. Krist evaded her and continued on his way, smirking playfully when he saw the man tilt his head with pure amusement.

"You've been staring for a while now," he said as he got closer. He leaned in and whispered on the other man's ear. "I don't bite, you know."

The man chuckled airily and closed the minuscule distance between them, bumping their chest closer as he replied. "Well, you came to me first so I take it you've been staring as well."

A pleasurable shiver ran down his spine as he felt the other man's hot breath fan his ear, biting his lip as their pelvis grazed lightly and hinting a lick of their forming arousal. Krist stared through his lashes when the man pulled away and the sight of him licking his lips made Krist do the same, watching those piercing eyes trail after the movement. It didn't miss his eyes the way that man smirked lightly before he pinned Krist with his stare.

Throat dry and heart beating, he opened his mouth to reply. "I guess we caught each other then, huh?" He humored.

"Although I liked my fill from a far, seeing you this close is even more better," a hand boldly snaked around his waist and Krist found himself only a breath's away from the man's lips.

They both looked up as a foreign song played over the speakers. It was a new trend in YouTube, a duet of Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabelo. The first pluck of the song made Krist close his eyes and press himself firmly against the man's firm chest. He breathed against his tan neck and swayed his hips slowly to match the beat. He heard the man groan blissfully and the arm around his waist tightened.

"Oh, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," was growled near his ear. Krist's eyes fell close and he suppressed a moan when the man ground their pelvis together.

The chorus finally drop and with confidence skyrocketing, Krist smirked and turned on his back, rubbing his ass against the obvious bulge forming in the man's jeans. "I'm quite aware of what I do," he retorted lowly and pressed himself harder against him.

The arms around his waist loosened and made their way to his hips, squeezing them tightly and keeping him in place. "You're not drunk, are you?"

Krist threw his head back and laughed, resting his head on his broad shoulder and sighing at the feel of lips trailing on his neck. "I don't drink. I'm allergic to alcohol. And you? I prefer it if you're sober. I don't like being mistaken as a woman."

The lips on his neck paused and he felt a light smirk against his heating flesh. "I don't drink. I don't like alcohol at all."

Oh, the irony. Two grown men grinding against each other in a place where they had nothing to do with. Well, they had each other's company so it wasn't a total waste. Stuck in their own lust driven minds, they didn't care about other groups basically fucking through their clothes. Krist continued to swing his hips as the song continued, reaching over his shoulder to grasp the man's hair and keeping him firmly in place.