Fredrick usually wasn’t the type of guy that went after boys in the whole Rocky Horror getup, but Josh made it work. He made anything work with his perfect lips and deep, dark eyes. It was hard not to swoon over him just by looking at him. Although, he preferred him in just a t-shirt and jeans to fishnets and a corset and heels that looked like they could murder someone. But it was workable, especially with him grinding back on his dick, cooing at him, offering him drugs.
MDMA, if it was pure, and street stuff rarely was, seemed like a risk. But Josh was so happy, and Josh wanted to get fucked by him, and it would be taking advantage if they won’t both high. His heart was already racing, not quite like the little speedracer’s, but anxiety induced, nevertheless. Now, Josh was talking about his dick, and pressing his ass right up against it, making it throb with want. A suck in of air. “What makes it illegal? Us being friends? You were the one asking me to fuck you,” Fredrick said firmly, hands on the other man’s hips, leaning up so the heel wearing thing could hear him.
More doubt, but he was actually touching Josh now, so maybe that was less doubt. A suck in of breath, and he was nodding upon his shoulder. “I would like to meet Molly,” he said in a low monotone as they continued to dance to gay anthems that were obviously amplified by Josh, given how he was grinding on him. “Okay, okay,” Fredrick chuckled, pressing at Josh’s hips, urging him to stop grinding. His cock was full hard now, hugging against the formerly somewhat loose boxer briefs, more than filling a leg of them.
“What makes it illegal?” Joshua feigns scandal as he grinds back harder, grinning as he did. “Illegal is the cock in those pants; like is it a rifle, you just happy to see me or this must be my lucky day.” He mused as he leans into the other as he rolls his hips backs to the other. “Atta boy.” Josh grins as he takes one of the pills he had; tip of his tongue and swallowing it thickly, taking the second pill and putting it in his mouth; though this time he kisses Freddie. It’s not a overly lusty kiss, instead it’s slow and controlled much to the surprise of everyone in the room; easily deepening the kiss to transfer the pill with an ease of a practiced act.
Pulling back from the kiss, Josh smiles to the other and nods encouragingly. “Now you just swallow and trust me. As with most drugs; the purity of the substance is important and this isn’t a bad batch. The second component of good trips is the mood of room if you will. Which is why i like doing molly. Makes you fuzzy and warm; you’re body is alive.” Josh informs Fredrick, as if to help the other understand where they were about to go; how the high should come in. “If it’s not going that way you need to say something. Also we’re going to need to hydrate okay? Takes a lot to process little miss Molly. So water, water, water.” He claps as he tosses his head tot he side all sultry.
“Then we just wait for it to hit; and you’ll know when it hits. Until then.... we can find something to eat up the time.” Josh hums as he grips the harness of the other, pulling him back a little and tossing him down into a chair; easily climbing into the lap of the other and settling into the lap he smiles. “So... how excited are you for tonight?” There’s a tone of seduction that’s new to Josh’s words; silkiness to his question as he expertly grinds down into the other.
