☂ = pulling the wrong woman/man inside the closet for a make out session
Her dress was a unique, sheer white that he was sure no one at the party was wearing. It had been simple enough, the both of them intoxicated, their eyes hazy yet glazed over with lust. Had they had it their way, they would have already been engaging in physical intimacy against the wall even if it was a party, though taking into consideration the fact she had a boyfriend called for discretion.
He had been waiting in an empty bedroom, leaning against the door frame when he spots the familiar gleaming fabric, not even hesitating a moment to reach out, take her arm and drag her inside, shutting the door quickly, draping the room in utter darkness while the walls pulse with the bass of the music. He pushes her against the wall, quick to capture her hips between his hands as he cranes his head until her breath puffs against his lips and he covers her mouth with his, hungrily kissing her. He meets resistance, but in his hazy stupor, reads it as clumsy, uncoordinated want when the hands on his chest at first push before he slides his hands around, boldly groping the swell of her ass and taking advantage of the opening of her gasping mouth to slide his tongue inside, his wet muscle cavorting with hers. In between heavy, hot kisses and his roaming hands, he can’t help but wonder when she had changed into denim jeans, and why her noises sounded so deep all of a sudden, but he doesn’t question it as he ruefully tears his lips from hers, trailing his down the column of her neck, leaving dark, possessive bruises against her skin. He’s in the midst of sliding his fingers up her dress turned shirt when the door opens and light spills in and he turns his head to glare, to tell the stranger to piss off so he can get right back to what he was doing only to have his eyes widen, jaw dropping when he realizes he’s staring at the girl he thought he was kissing this whole time. He turns to look at who he had encaged against the wall, seeing a male he’d never seen before and he suddenly goes cold, his gaze flickering back and forth between the two. “I can explain-” He starts, looking at her only to receive a death glare and a slam of the door to the face. He reluctantly turns forward again, unable to see the guy his hands are still on, but he can tell they’re both looking at each other. “So...uh...wanna keep going?”
