“No Tupperware,” Phoenix promised as he took the phone. Thankfully Keiran had brought up the ‘add contact’ page since some features on phones were still things he struggled with. He hadn’t even had a phone until a handful of months ago, not seeing a need for one until he finally got tired of lovers wanting his “digits” to make seeing him easier. He had to admit, it made sense and he was still sad over how slow he had been to get into the modern world. He added his name and the eggplant icon as the contact and then the number assigned to him, saved it, and then double checked that it did in fact save okay before handing the phone back over.
“You could say I feed off the energy of others,” Phoenix grinned as he gave Keiran a slight break in the sexual advances to be honest with him—not that anyone ever believed him, which was probably for the best. But that was all the break he was getting as he waited for the phone to be tucked away again so he could grab a hand and give it a light tug to get the man off the stool. “Dancing is a great way to preview what’s to come,” he whispered against an ear before another tug had their bodies pressed together. He didn’t take them far from the bar, preferring not to get jostled in the growing crowd on the dance floor.
He held Keiran by the ass, keeping them plush to one another as he swayed them to the beat. That didn’t last too long, however, as Phoenix preferred to let the music guide him in other ways. Lyrics were inspiring, the underlying instruments that held their own melody or the offbeat were just as alluring as the actual beat that moved everyone. “Give in, Keiran,” he was grinning again as he found that offbeat and spun to press his back to Keiran’s front with an arm looped up around his neck as he continued grinding and all but using his future lover as a pole. “Music is a temptress and dance a seductress. Let them guide you.”
“You could say I feed off the energy of others,” Phoenix grinned as he gave Keiran a slight break in the sexual advances to be honest with him—not that anyone ever believed him, which was probably for the best. But that was all the break he was getting as he waited for the phone to be tucked away again so he could grab a hand and give it a light tug to get the man off the stool. “Dancing is a great way to preview what’s to come,” he whispered against an ear before another tug had their bodies pressed together. He didn’t take them far from the bar, preferring not to get jostled in the growing crowd on the dance floor.
He held Keiran by the ass, keeping them plush to one another as he swayed them to the beat. That didn’t last too long, however, as Phoenix preferred to let the music guide him in other ways. Lyrics were inspiring, the underlying instruments that held their own melody or the offbeat were just as alluring as the actual beat that moved everyone. “Give in, Keiran,” he was grinning again as he found that offbeat and spun to press his back to Keiran’s front with an arm looped up around his neck as he continued grinding and all but using his future lover as a pole. “Music is a temptress and dance a seductress. Let them guide you.”
