@spider-self said: 🎲
40: an impulsive kiss.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ THIS WAS A DANGEROUS GAME TO PLAY, a dangerous game that bill had honestly been longing for ever since the night at the bar. whoever this man was , whatever his intention if there even was one , had rubbed him the wrong way the first night they had crossed paths. he had saved him , gave him a hand , but the way he walked away ... it had UNNERVED him. he remembered the feeling , oh yes , he remembered the feeling quite well. the sliver of unease that had crept up his spine as he watched him walk away , sniffing the blood that he had marked on his forehead before taking his leave , disappearing into the shadows as if he himself was made of them.
what he had left on him was the mark of IT. a man whose brain that could function normally , that could RATIONALIZE right from wrong , danger from safety , wouldn't be doing what he was doing. but ever the people-pleaser , ever the person who wanted to make much more friends than enemies , especially after the promising evening at the bar ... he couldn't ignore him , this man who was spinning webs all over town that he was slowly but surely falling into.
the dance music that made the walls and the floors thrum , the lights that flickered all around them , illuminating the room and giving color to the music , the beautiful music that filled him up from head to toe , that he honestly just wanted to DROWN in ... it only urged him closer to the other until their chests were touching , moving sensually against each other , safely hidden within the crowd of the other club attendants. his heart was thrumming with the beat of the song that made the whole building shake , a sudden hot need coursing through him with every moment the other's eyes were locked on him , the way he moved , the way he stayed by his side.
blues locked onto blues for a long moment , before bill couldn't help himself , having to stand up on his tiptoes to crane his neck to press his lips against the other's. before long , his hands had reached the back of his neck , tangling in his hair as his tongue swiped hotly against his , a needy MOAN passed from mouth to mouth. maybe it was the music , maybe it was the alcohol , maybe it was truly the rush of potentially catching feelings ; he didn't know. but after a moment , after a moment of sheer enjoyment he hadn't felt for years , he pulled away , mouth hanging open in surprise.
❝ ... i ... s-sorry , w-w-was that t-t-too much ... ? ❞