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powrhug's "Do the Lance Dance" challenge which will be compiled some time on Monday.
Justin/Lance.
NC-17
Big thanks toamuse139 for the beta. I appreciate the feedback and the help with those pesky commas.
In from the Cold
The air was frigid and the wind cut through Lance no matter how many layers he wore. He always swore he’d stay away from New York in the winter but, time and again, there was something to draw him back. This time, it was Justin. The two hadn’t seen each other in more than two months and Lance knew that Justin was in New York for a few days. He decided to surprise his friend and deliver proper birthday wishes. Better late than never.
During the short walk from the hotel to the car, Lance questioned his decision. It was simply unnatural for the temperature to be this low.
The outdoors were meant to be enjoyed and it certainly was impossible to enjoy being outside when your eyes were tearing up from the cold. For a moment, he was actually grateful that he wasn’t in Russia training for an April flight. But just for a moment.
It was a quick ride to Suite 16 where Justin and his crew were hanging for the night.
Lance remembered the fun he and Justin had when they were in London together and was looking forward to a night out. He was also a bit excited about surprising J. It was the sort of thing he always meant to do but life usually got in the way. After the trip to Thailand with Chris and the fun they had in San Diego with Joey, he decided that Justin was worth the cold.
They pulled up in front of the club and Lance entered quickly. There were times when he was particularly glad that he was a VIP, and this was one of them.
The club was fun but he didn’t know if he would be so eager to venture out if he knew he’d have to wait on the long line snaking its way from the door. People shivered and kept in constant motion as they waited for the bouncers to grant them entrance.
Inside, the crowd was thick and the dance floor packed. This place could be hit or miss and Lance was glad the club was on that night. He made his way to the back, the pulse of the music beating through him.
He used to be self-conscious in clubs, unsure of himself, but over the past two years, he had grown more comfortable in his skin.
Lance had worked hard to tone his body, and from the glances as he walked through the crowd, knew that he looked good.
He was wearing dark brown leather pants that clung to his muscular legs and a thin, almost sheer shirt, highlighted by a thin seam of lace along the hem. The combination made him feel sexy.
It wasn’t his usual style, but since he returned from Russia, Lance had felt a bit more daring and was willing to take more risks, even if it was something as simple as a little leather and lace.
Lance spotted Justin dancing with a small group of friends and made his way over, sliding up behind Justin before his friend had a chance to notice he was there.
“It’s past your bedtime, baby,” Lance whispered in Justin’s ear. “Shouldn’t you be home in bed resting that body of yours?”
Justin tensed momentarily as he registered the voice in his ear. Lance was rewarded with a loud laugh as Justin turned around to pull him into a tight embrace.
“What are you doing here, man?” Justin was visibly surprised, but Lance could tell from his grin that he was happy to see him.
“I don’t know. Just in the neighborhood. Well, not really in the neighborhood. But we missed you in San Diego. So, yeah. Hi.”
“Well, you’ve got some catching up to do. Pick your poison.”
Lance poured himself a drink from the selection on Justin’s table and watched his friend. Sometimes he was still in awe at how far they’d come. They were so young when this whirlwind started and Lance was glad that he finally had a chance to enjoy their success at his own pace. Justin, of course, was an entirely different story. The kid hadn’t slowed down and it didn’t look like that would happen anytime soon. Lance was amazed at the way Justin handled the pressure and the media.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Justin glided over, flushed from the heat of the club.
“So, how long are you in town?”
“Don’t know. I was thinking about staying straight through the Grammys but it is cold here. Just, really, awful cold. You?”
Justin slapped Lance on the back and rolled his eyes. “You’re getting soft. What’s a little ice and snow? But I don’t know how long I’m hanging around either. London was crazy and I have the week off so I think I may chill here for the week.”
“The week off, huh? What, no photo shoots? Don’t tell me you’re already tired of taking your clothes off for the cameras. What good is that body of yours if you aren’t showing it off?” Lance grinned wickedly at Justin. As long as they had their way, the guys would never stop giving Justin a hard time about his Rolling Stone cover and the many other magazine covers he’d graced in the past few months.
“Whatever. Just admit it. You’re jealous that you only get to see this body in magazines.”
That’s probably true, Lance thought, but he pushed the thought aside. He’d learned long ago that it wasn’t productive to think of Justin like that.
Lance was clearly in the “friend zone” where Justin was concerned. Justin took home his occasional boy and it was never Lance.
Again, he was jolted out of his thoughts, this time as Justin grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dance floor. “Come on, it’s time for you to do the Lance dance.”
Lance let out a burst of laughter, leaning on Justin for support. The “Lance Dance” evolved back in Germany when Lance’s dancing skills leaned towards challenged. It was entertaining enough to watch Lance try to learn the choreography to their songs but they guys could barely contain themselves when Lance hit the dance floor in a club. He put forth a noble effort but always seemed to look more like a suffocating fish than a young pop star. At first, Lance was embarrassed. He wanted to move like Justin and JC who both seemed to absorb the beats and radiate them back as liquid sex. Even Joey and Chris had their way of drawing someone in on the dance floor. But Lance let the jokes roll off his back and, as he became more sure of himself, the teasing died down, save for moments like this.
“You want to see the Lance Dance, huh?” Lance asked, still laughing. “One Lance Dance coming up.”
The music was the perfect tempo. Fast enough that Lance didn’t need a partner but slow enough that he felt sensual as he moved to the beat. He swayed his hips in time to the music, running his hands slowly over his chest and thighs, occasionally raising them over his head.
Letting his eyes slip closed, Lance felt nothing but the pulse of the bass. This was just the release he was looking for.
Lance let a hand trail slowly down his chest, lingering over a nipple that was already tight and sensitive to his touch. His hand moved lower, down his abdomen until his knuckles were grazing his cock, pressing slightly against the leather. He rolled his hips into the touch just enough that he had to stifle a moan. Through this all, he kept moving his body in time to the music, letting the heat wash over him.
The song ended and Lance opened his eyes as the tempo sped up. Justin was staring at him with a look that Lance would almost classify as predatory. He felt exposed but there was also a heat searing through him that countered the vulnerability.
Lance moved closer to Justin. “What? You tired of dancing?” Lance kept dancing as he tried to read the expression on Justin’s face. He wasn’t sure what was happening here but there was a shift in the air and he wanted to see where it was going.
“Shit, Lance. That was just-“ Justin paused. “Yeah, okay.”
Justin moved in until he was pressed against Lance. Hard. He was hard. And pressed against Lance. Lance stilled as Justin put a hand on Lance’s hip, balling the waist of his pants and the edge of his shirt in a tight fist. Leather and lace.
This was not what Lance expected and he meant to say something to Justin, something rational and clearheaded, but, instead, he found himself pulling Justin against him, tighter, as he started to move and grind against his friend.
The music was fast, but to Lance, it seemed that things were moving in slow motion.
He was aware of every breath. He could feel the pads of Justin’s fingers brush gently against the flesh just above his hips and he was sure his skin was on fire. He was achingly hard and if he shifted just right, his erection brushed against the hardness in Justin’s jeans, making his head spin.
No, not what he expected at all.
Neither man was speaking but the silence was comfortable- hot, even, as hands roamed slowly. Lance’s breath hitched as he caught Justin licking his lips. He also suddenly remembered where they were. If they weren’t careful, their picture would be displayed on page six tomorrow morning.
“Justin, we should-” Lance stopped. We should, what? Get out of here?
“Get out of here,” Justin finished.
Okay. That worked.
Lance’s head was swimming as he followed Justin out of the club. Justin was taking him home, and though he should be worried about the ramifications of it all, he wasn’t.
Right now, he just wanted to feel Justin’s fingers hot against his skin.
It was a quiet ride back to the hotel, full of lingering touches but nothing more. As they walked into Justin’s hotel room, Lance willed himself to keep his building concerns quiet and but he couldn’t help himself.
“I just need to know what this is. Because you’ll just, you’ll matter to me tomorrow, is all.” Lance looked at Justin and saw both understanding and desire in his eyes.
“I want tonight. Is tonight okay? It’s just never this easy.”
Justin didn’t have to say anything else. Lance knew exactly what Justin meant. They knew each other, they loved each other, and, most importantly, they trusted each other.
Lance pulled Justin towards him and licked slowly up his neck, tasting the sweat that still lingered from the heat of the club. He captured the younger man’s lower lip and nipped lightly, eliciting a low groan from Justin.
He ran his tongue along Justin’s mouth and was granted immediate entry.
Within seconds, the kiss was heated, hard, and almost frantic. Their tongues battled as both men tried to taste and probe and explore new territory. Neither one could seem to get enough.
Hands groped at clothing that was impossibly tight and restricting.
Shirts were on the floor immediately and Lance ran his hand down Justin’s chest, stopping to roll a tight nipple between his fingers. He could hear Justin’s breath hitch and, as he pinched his fingers together, was rewarded with a low groan.
As Lance fumbled with Justin’s pants, he could feel Justin’s erection straining against the zipper, hard and insistent.
He struggled to maintain control as Justin released him from the confines of his pants, breath catching in his throat as Justin sunk to his knees in front of him.
Lance looked down in time to see Justin’s tongue snake its way around the head of his cock, licking the moisture at the head greedily.
Justin’s hands were gripping his ass, spreading his cheeks as he took more of Lance in his mouth. Lance felt the pressure building as Justin feathered a finger lightly against the tight muscle and regretfully pulled away from Justin before this ended too soon. He lifted Justin to his feet and kissed bruised lips, tasting himself on Justin’s tongue.
“So, you want to fuck or be fucked,” Lance whispered in Justin’s ear just before he tugged a soft earlobe into his mouth.
Lance felt bold and Justin had been right. This was easy. And natural. And unbelievably hot.
“Fucked.” Lance could tell Justin was fighting for control the way the breathy words escaped his lips as he rolled his groin into Lance’s hips. “I want to be fucked.”
In what seemed like one slow glide, the men moved towards the bed, hesitant to break contact. Lance ran his hands over the smooth expanse of Justin’s back as Justin leaned over the bed to grab a condom and lube from a bag on the floor.
Justin quickly slid the condom on Lance, stroking him as his coated his length with lube. Justin looked needy and ready as he leaned up to brush his lips over Lance’s.
“On your hands and knees, Justin.” Lance heard his voice, husky and demanding.
This was really happening, and he wanted it to play out the way it did on the rare occasions when he gave himself permission to stroke himself to thoughts of Justin.
Justin obeyed quickly almost as if this was the way he too had thought of it.
Lance looked at the man spread before him and struggled to maintain control. He leaned over Justin and used a knee to spread Justin’s legs a bit more. Slowly, he pressed a slick finger inside and held still as Justin adjusted.
He felt Justin press back towards his finger with a low moan and began pulsing his finger in and out. It was tight and hot and Lance needed to be inside. Soon. He coated another finger with lube and slipped the second digit inside, spreading Justin wider.
He could see sweat glistening on Justin’s back and leaned over to lick a slow trail up Justin’s spine.
“Please,” Justin groaned. As Lance’s tongue trailed up the base of Justin’s neck, nipping softly at the flesh, he removed his fingers, and with swift movement, replaced them with his cock.
The heat engulfed him and he began to move slowly, reaching around to stroke Justin in rhythm with his thrusts.
“You look so fucking hot, Justin,” Lance whispered in his friend’s ear. “So hot, so hard, so fucking tight.”
Lance moaned as Justin, panting, pressed back and tightened around him.
He picked up his pace thrusting harder, hearing the slap of flesh against flesh, feeling Justin’s cock pulse in his hand. The pressure built quickly and the explosion of Justin’s orgasm was all it took to push Lance over the edge.
With a final thrust, he felt the waves rise and flow through him as he came. Maddening heat enveloped him, prickling his nerves as he struggled to catch his breath.
Slowly, he pulled from Justin, tying off the condom, before he rested his head on a pillow next to Justin. He looked over and grinned at his sated friend.
“I never did wish you a happy birthday.”
Justin laughed. “No, I guess you didn’t. I think you’ve made up for it, though.”
Lance laced his fingers though Justin’s. “This was nice, Justin.” And he meant it. It was what it was. Two friends. One night. And probably one time. But it was what they both needed and could give to each other.
“So, it was worth braving the cold to come visit me, I suppose.”
Lance grinned at Justin. “What cold?”
~Fin~
Lance let a hand trail slowly down his chest, lingering over a nipple that was already tight and sensitive to his touch. His hand moved lower, down his abdomen until his knuckles were grazing his cock, pressing slightly against the leather. He rolled his hips into the touch just enough that he had to stifle a moan. Through this all, he kept moving his body in time to the music, letting the heat wash over him.
powrhug's "Do the Lance Dance" challenge which will be compiled some time on Monday.Justin/Lance.
NC-17
Big thanks to
amuse139 for the beta. I appreciate the feedback and the help with those pesky commas.In from the Cold
The air was frigid and the wind cut through Lance no matter how many layers he wore. He always swore he’d stay away from New York in the winter but, time and again, there was something to draw him back. This time, it was Justin. The two hadn’t seen each other in more than two months and Lance knew that Justin was in New York for a few days. He decided to surprise his friend and deliver proper birthday wishes. Better late than never.
During the short walk from the hotel to the car, Lance questioned his decision. It was simply unnatural for the temperature to be this low.
The outdoors were meant to be enjoyed and it certainly was impossible to enjoy being outside when your eyes were tearing up from the cold. For a moment, he was actually grateful that he wasn’t in Russia training for an April flight. But just for a moment.
It was a quick ride to Suite 16 where Justin and his crew were hanging for the night.
Lance remembered the fun he and Justin had when they were in London together and was looking forward to a night out. He was also a bit excited about surprising J. It was the sort of thing he always meant to do but life usually got in the way. After the trip to Thailand with Chris and the fun they had in San Diego with Joey, he decided that Justin was worth the cold.
They pulled up in front of the club and Lance entered quickly. There were times when he was particularly glad that he was a VIP, and this was one of them.
The club was fun but he didn’t know if he would be so eager to venture out if he knew he’d have to wait on the long line snaking its way from the door. People shivered and kept in constant motion as they waited for the bouncers to grant them entrance.
Inside, the crowd was thick and the dance floor packed. This place could be hit or miss and Lance was glad the club was on that night. He made his way to the back, the pulse of the music beating through him.
He used to be self-conscious in clubs, unsure of himself, but over the past two years, he had grown more comfortable in his skin.
Lance had worked hard to tone his body, and from the glances as he walked through the crowd, knew that he looked good.
He was wearing dark brown leather pants that clung to his muscular legs and a thin, almost sheer shirt, highlighted by a thin seam of lace along the hem. The combination made him feel sexy.
It wasn’t his usual style, but since he returned from Russia, Lance had felt a bit more daring and was willing to take more risks, even if it was something as simple as a little leather and lace.
Lance spotted Justin dancing with a small group of friends and made his way over, sliding up behind Justin before his friend had a chance to notice he was there.
“It’s past your bedtime, baby,” Lance whispered in Justin’s ear. “Shouldn’t you be home in bed resting that body of yours?”
Justin tensed momentarily as he registered the voice in his ear. Lance was rewarded with a loud laugh as Justin turned around to pull him into a tight embrace.
“What are you doing here, man?” Justin was visibly surprised, but Lance could tell from his grin that he was happy to see him.
“I don’t know. Just in the neighborhood. Well, not really in the neighborhood. But we missed you in San Diego. So, yeah. Hi.”
“Well, you’ve got some catching up to do. Pick your poison.”
Lance poured himself a drink from the selection on Justin’s table and watched his friend. Sometimes he was still in awe at how far they’d come. They were so young when this whirlwind started and Lance was glad that he finally had a chance to enjoy their success at his own pace. Justin, of course, was an entirely different story. The kid hadn’t slowed down and it didn’t look like that would happen anytime soon. Lance was amazed at the way Justin handled the pressure and the media.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Justin glided over, flushed from the heat of the club.
“So, how long are you in town?”
“Don’t know. I was thinking about staying straight through the Grammys but it is cold here. Just, really, awful cold. You?”
Justin slapped Lance on the back and rolled his eyes. “You’re getting soft. What’s a little ice and snow? But I don’t know how long I’m hanging around either. London was crazy and I have the week off so I think I may chill here for the week.”
“The week off, huh? What, no photo shoots? Don’t tell me you’re already tired of taking your clothes off for the cameras. What good is that body of yours if you aren’t showing it off?” Lance grinned wickedly at Justin. As long as they had their way, the guys would never stop giving Justin a hard time about his Rolling Stone cover and the many other magazine covers he’d graced in the past few months.
“Whatever. Just admit it. You’re jealous that you only get to see this body in magazines.”
That’s probably true, Lance thought, but he pushed the thought aside. He’d learned long ago that it wasn’t productive to think of Justin like that.
Lance was clearly in the “friend zone” where Justin was concerned. Justin took home his occasional boy and it was never Lance.
Again, he was jolted out of his thoughts, this time as Justin grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dance floor. “Come on, it’s time for you to do the Lance dance.”
Lance let out a burst of laughter, leaning on Justin for support. The “Lance Dance” evolved back in Germany when Lance’s dancing skills leaned towards challenged. It was entertaining enough to watch Lance try to learn the choreography to their songs but they guys could barely contain themselves when Lance hit the dance floor in a club. He put forth a noble effort but always seemed to look more like a suffocating fish than a young pop star. At first, Lance was embarrassed. He wanted to move like Justin and JC who both seemed to absorb the beats and radiate them back as liquid sex. Even Joey and Chris had their way of drawing someone in on the dance floor. But Lance let the jokes roll off his back and, as he became more sure of himself, the teasing died down, save for moments like this.
“You want to see the Lance Dance, huh?” Lance asked, still laughing. “One Lance Dance coming up.”
The music was the perfect tempo. Fast enough that Lance didn’t need a partner but slow enough that he felt sensual as he moved to the beat. He swayed his hips in time to the music, running his hands slowly over his chest and thighs, occasionally raising them over his head.
Letting his eyes slip closed, Lance felt nothing but the pulse of the bass. This was just the release he was looking for.
Lance let a hand trail slowly down his chest, lingering over a nipple that was already tight and sensitive to his touch. His hand moved lower, down his abdomen until his knuckles were grazing his cock, pressing slightly against the leather. He rolled his hips into the touch just enough that he had to stifle a moan. Through this all, he kept moving his body in time to the music, letting the heat wash over him.
The song ended and Lance opened his eyes as the tempo sped up. Justin was staring at him with a look that Lance would almost classify as predatory. He felt exposed but there was also a heat searing through him that countered the vulnerability.
Lance moved closer to Justin. “What? You tired of dancing?” Lance kept dancing as he tried to read the expression on Justin’s face. He wasn’t sure what was happening here but there was a shift in the air and he wanted to see where it was going.
“Shit, Lance. That was just-“ Justin paused. “Yeah, okay.”
Justin moved in until he was pressed against Lance. Hard. He was hard. And pressed against Lance. Lance stilled as Justin put a hand on Lance’s hip, balling the waist of his pants and the edge of his shirt in a tight fist. Leather and lace.
This was not what Lance expected and he meant to say something to Justin, something rational and clearheaded, but, instead, he found himself pulling Justin against him, tighter, as he started to move and grind against his friend.
The music was fast, but to Lance, it seemed that things were moving in slow motion.
He was aware of every breath. He could feel the pads of Justin’s fingers brush gently against the flesh just above his hips and he was sure his skin was on fire. He was achingly hard and if he shifted just right, his erection brushed against the hardness in Justin’s jeans, making his head spin.
No, not what he expected at all.
Neither man was speaking but the silence was comfortable- hot, even, as hands roamed slowly. Lance’s breath hitched as he caught Justin licking his lips. He also suddenly remembered where they were. If they weren’t careful, their picture would be displayed on page six tomorrow morning.
“Justin, we should-” Lance stopped. We should, what? Get out of here?
“Get out of here,” Justin finished.
Okay. That worked.
Lance’s head was swimming as he followed Justin out of the club. Justin was taking him home, and though he should be worried about the ramifications of it all, he wasn’t.
Right now, he just wanted to feel Justin’s fingers hot against his skin.
It was a quiet ride back to the hotel, full of lingering touches but nothing more. As they walked into Justin’s hotel room, Lance willed himself to keep his building concerns quiet and but he couldn’t help himself.
“I just need to know what this is. Because you’ll just, you’ll matter to me tomorrow, is all.” Lance looked at Justin and saw both understanding and desire in his eyes.
“I want tonight. Is tonight okay? It’s just never this easy.”
Justin didn’t have to say anything else. Lance knew exactly what Justin meant. They knew each other, they loved each other, and, most importantly, they trusted each other.
Lance pulled Justin towards him and licked slowly up his neck, tasting the sweat that still lingered from the heat of the club. He captured the younger man’s lower lip and nipped lightly, eliciting a low groan from Justin.
He ran his tongue along Justin’s mouth and was granted immediate entry.
Within seconds, the kiss was heated, hard, and almost frantic. Their tongues battled as both men tried to taste and probe and explore new territory. Neither one could seem to get enough.
Hands groped at clothing that was impossibly tight and restricting.
Shirts were on the floor immediately and Lance ran his hand down Justin’s chest, stopping to roll a tight nipple between his fingers. He could hear Justin’s breath hitch and, as he pinched his fingers together, was rewarded with a low groan.
As Lance fumbled with Justin’s pants, he could feel Justin’s erection straining against the zipper, hard and insistent.
He struggled to maintain control as Justin released him from the confines of his pants, breath catching in his throat as Justin sunk to his knees in front of him.
Lance looked down in time to see Justin’s tongue snake its way around the head of his cock, licking the moisture at the head greedily.
Justin’s hands were gripping his ass, spreading his cheeks as he took more of Lance in his mouth. Lance felt the pressure building as Justin feathered a finger lightly against the tight muscle and regretfully pulled away from Justin before this ended too soon. He lifted Justin to his feet and kissed bruised lips, tasting himself on Justin’s tongue.
“So, you want to fuck or be fucked,” Lance whispered in Justin’s ear just before he tugged a soft earlobe into his mouth.
Lance felt bold and Justin had been right. This was easy. And natural. And unbelievably hot.
“Fucked.” Lance could tell Justin was fighting for control the way the breathy words escaped his lips as he rolled his groin into Lance’s hips. “I want to be fucked.”
In what seemed like one slow glide, the men moved towards the bed, hesitant to break contact. Lance ran his hands over the smooth expanse of Justin’s back as Justin leaned over the bed to grab a condom and lube from a bag on the floor.
Justin quickly slid the condom on Lance, stroking him as his coated his length with lube. Justin looked needy and ready as he leaned up to brush his lips over Lance’s.
“On your hands and knees, Justin.” Lance heard his voice, husky and demanding.
This was really happening, and he wanted it to play out the way it did on the rare occasions when he gave himself permission to stroke himself to thoughts of Justin.
Justin obeyed quickly almost as if this was the way he too had thought of it.
Lance looked at the man spread before him and struggled to maintain control. He leaned over Justin and used a knee to spread Justin’s legs a bit more. Slowly, he pressed a slick finger inside and held still as Justin adjusted.
He felt Justin press back towards his finger with a low moan and began pulsing his finger in and out. It was tight and hot and Lance needed to be inside. Soon. He coated another finger with lube and slipped the second digit inside, spreading Justin wider.
He could see sweat glistening on Justin’s back and leaned over to lick a slow trail up Justin’s spine.
“Please,” Justin groaned. As Lance’s tongue trailed up the base of Justin’s neck, nipping softly at the flesh, he removed his fingers, and with swift movement, replaced them with his cock.
The heat engulfed him and he began to move slowly, reaching around to stroke Justin in rhythm with his thrusts.
“You look so fucking hot, Justin,” Lance whispered in his friend’s ear. “So hot, so hard, so fucking tight.”
Lance moaned as Justin, panting, pressed back and tightened around him.
He picked up his pace thrusting harder, hearing the slap of flesh against flesh, feeling Justin’s cock pulse in his hand. The pressure built quickly and the explosion of Justin’s orgasm was all it took to push Lance over the edge.
With a final thrust, he felt the waves rise and flow through him as he came. Maddening heat enveloped him, prickling his nerves as he struggled to catch his breath.
Slowly, he pulled from Justin, tying off the condom, before he rested his head on a pillow next to Justin. He looked over and grinned at his sated friend.
“I never did wish you a happy birthday.”
Justin laughed. “No, I guess you didn’t. I think you’ve made up for it, though.”
Lance laced his fingers though Justin’s. “This was nice, Justin.” And he meant it. It was what it was. Two friends. One night. And probably one time. But it was what they both needed and could give to each other.
“So, it was worth braving the cold to come visit me, I suppose.”
Lance grinned at Justin. “What cold?”
~Fin~
Lance let a hand trail slowly down his chest, lingering over a nipple that was already tight and sensitive to his touch. His hand moved lower, down his abdomen until his knuckles were grazing his cock, pressing slightly against the leather. He rolled his hips into the touch just enough that he had to stifle a moan. Through this all, he kept moving his body in time to the music, letting the heat wash over him.
