A gentle hum of pleasure rippled through the dragon as he caught the eye of the dancing man. Ah… he wanted to play games. That much was obvious as the other proceeded to ‘amp up’ his moves. Ty watched with no attempt to hide his attentions as the younger man began to dance in earnest. Green energy trailed from his hands, tracing the movements of a lover’s touch and accentuating each curve, each swirl of movement, inviting the dragon’s blood-red eyes to follow where they pleased. And yet, the man’s own eyes never strayed from Ty’s. The dragon grinned, tilting his head as if deciding.
Normally Ty didn’t exact too much effort over people. Either a person wanted him, or they didn’t. This one… obviously did. But it seemed he wanted Ty to work for it. There were plenty of others here that the dragon wouldn’t have to exert himself over to get them into his bed… but there was something about the other man… the way he smirked… the way he acted like he knew he was worth it. Ty found himself curious. Was it all an act? Those glowing green eyes challenged him to prove himself… prove his worth. But how? Ty could offer any number of things - prestige, material wealth, fantastic sex, drugs. Which would impress his potential partner the most?
Ty’s eyes darted to the other’s dance partner. He didn’t typically have any interest in being aggressive when someone wasn’t already his, so that option was out. What few clothes and jewelry he had on - all designer - would only impress someone who knew what to look for. Also out. His eyes went back to the way the man moved… With a smirk of his own, the dragon stepped onto the dance floor and moved towards the green-haired dancer. Others tried to draw his attention, swaying and gyrating, hands teasing over shimmering scales, but he kept his eyes firmly on the one he wanted.
Maybe the other’s partner had noticed what was happening, maybe he hadn’t. Ty didn’t care and didn’t spare the blond even a single look. At the last minute, instead of stepping between the green-haired man and his partner, Ty slipped behind him, hands reaching out to settle (not quite possessively) on the other’s hips. His grip wasn’t hard - there was room for the other to pull away as Ty leaned in and (in a tone just audible over the bass of the music) murmured, “Whatever kind of night you were planning on having, I can make it better.” Perhaps not the ‘proof’ the other seemed to be asking for. But Ty was confidence-incarnate. This was how he did things. It was who he was.
Ty’s hands drew Cam’s body to a brief halt, and his hips instinctively arched into Ty’s touch. The pause was barely a beat and Cam returned to his sway, now letting his hips grind teasingly back towards Ty. Only just enough friction to make him want more.
Cam’s prior companion had given up almost as soon as Ty had arrived, and he faded into the light of Cam’s glowing hands, the trails of light that glanced over Ty’s visible scales.
“Oh really?” He asked, feigning breathless skepticism over the thrum of the music, “and...how would you do that, exactly?”
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