double the lust.
august of 2012 boite luxure in lyon, france. @morbidreveler
The club lights flashed as Julius made his way across the room, in search of a particular boy. He wasn’t here by accident. For several weeks he’d been building the trail that led to this overcrowded club in the underbelly of Lyon, France. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his trail naturally ended up here. After all the boy was in search of immortals and this place was notorious for them. He didn’t care why the president of the United States’s son was seeking immortals, but he did care about the opportunity that this boy presented. All he had to do was get close to him.
Weaving through the crowd of people he finally caught sight of him sitting at a booth with several others who he didn’t recognize or care about. He moved his way through the room so that he could walk up behind the booth with ease. Several of the people at the table turned to give him looks, which he ignored. He leaned down to whisper in the man’s ear as he was attempting to turn around and see who his friends were looking at. “Whatever they’re offering you, Rowan, I promise you that I can do better.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he straightened up and walked away from the booth and to a less crowded room in the club. He knew Rowan would follow him, he had no doubt of that, he just wondered how long it would actually take. Leaning against the wall, he entertained himself watching those around the room caught in their intimate moments as he waited on Rowan to join him.