Ricardo liked nothing more than just being mindless in a club, dancing in a sea of gyrating bodies and feeding off the pulsing energy around him. He usually ended up coming home with a conquest, but he never had to seek anyone in particular out. There was some awful pop mix getting destroyed by the DJ but he didn’t really give a crap about that, not when he had something better to focus on.
His hands fell on the hips of the boy in front of him, dragging his body back against him and matching the others sway in time with the music. Ricky’s large hands weren’t exactly gentle as they dug into the supple flesh, his mouth by their ear as they would feel his hot breath on his neck. He didn’t even know what the other’s face looked like, but the demon didn’t really give a shit at this point.
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