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The longer Kunsel studied him, the more that swaying body acted like magnet. Any apprehension he held about what he was planning to find that night vanished as soon as the man in front of him turned and gave Kunsel a very intentional show. He stepped forward until there were only a brief few inches of space, and then he felt one taut ass directly against his lap. A single spark ran its way up through his body as he felt fingers slide over the back of his neck, hand pulling him down. He obliged. Through the flash of erratic strobe, he caught the pleased grin on the stranger's face, and once again Kunsel's attention was captivated by his catlike features. Most of all, those eyes. Though only illuminated for a fraction of a second, they practically glowed with an icy blue-green hue. Kunsel wasted no time meeting the stranger's body language with his own. Taking the other man's willingness to rock into him as invitation, Kunsel's hands found their way over the man's body. His palms smoothed over the man's hips, then ran up over where tight pleather ended and skin began. He could feel the moisture that clung to his skin, the lean muscle working underneath his fingertips as the man swayed, bucked his hips, and ground backwards onto the part of Kunsel he was likely the most interested in. Kunsel let his nails drag lightly on their way up, hands finally framing his ribs, and moved back down again; he bracketed the mans' hips firmly in his hands as he rolled his hips forward in time with the music. Several sparks ignited in this groin and traveled up into his gut, burning brighter. He'd done this enough times to know how to play the game. With the man's hand still on his neck, Kunsel bowed his head until his nose was brushing the back of an ear. He breathed in his scent, letting his lips shift until they were mouthing against his sweaty neck. He smelled of cologne and cigarettes; definitely nicer than the miasma of exertion hanging through the air. One of his hands worked their way back up, praising each divot between muscles, catching each bead of sweat that ran its way down the man's pale skin. Kunsel smoothed his palm over a well defined chest, the mesh rough beneath his fingers, until the crook between his thumb and forefinger was laid against the center of his clavicles; a suggestion of where this embrace could take them.

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