"I heard you're a good kisser" Nova and Theo!
Sooooo... // Accepting!
『🍬』 In a place like this, he always knew word got around surprisingly fast for all the noise that filled it. You could practically step into the club and with a single conversation, find out who was doing lines, who to avoid, and who was just out for a quick fuck. As always, Theo had found himself comfortably in the third category, and keeping himself as far away from the other two as he could in such a hectic club.
He found himself giving away flirting remarks and sloppy kisses like they were sweets on Halloween, yet like the inside of a sherbet fruit, everything sweet about it only felt hollow once it was done. Maybe it just didn't last long enough, maybe he just knew it wouldn't go anywhere... maybe he just wasn't interested in anyone tonight. Just maybe, he shouldn't be coming out in the first place. Maybe-
... oh. Oh, hold that thought. Finally, an interesting stranger out of the crowd had found him just outside; their fashion delightfully quirky, fitting in with that dyed hair and an absent expression that betrayed the same eagerness he held in himself. He felt his smile returning to him, though no longer simply as a performance - he was relieved to have someone who might just match his energy.
"So I've been told. Why? Come to see for yourself, peach?" He straightens himself up in stark contrast to the swaying, empty-headed enby as his hand, by instinct, slips to the small of their back. They're pulled to the side with what could easily be mistaken as urgency before they're backed up to the brick wall a few feet away.
A hungry grin now covers his lips as he flicks away his cigarette, his now free hand tilting their chin up to face him as he leans in close. "If that's really what you want... let's not waste any more time." The smell of smoke is still heavy on his breath, lingering with the sweetness of scotch whiskey as their lips press and squish together. He doesn't even hesitate to glide his tongue across their lips, more of a warning than a plea for entry before his hand lowers to their throat - and his fingers squeeze gently around their windpipe as he looms over them, satisfied in the feeling of their slow descent, of their knees buckling and threatening to give out underneath them.
He doesn't pull away until he's totally out of breath, combing back a loose lock of hair from the side of his one intact eye as his grip loosens - and his smile has only gotten wider at their helpless expression, just waiting for them to pounce for...
"... more?"
