Woof.

Orion grins and looks at the key, and then he’s smirking as the other kisses him. Once they’re inside the room, he’s looking around, taking Anyon’s hand and leading him to the bedroom. “Go babe. Get up there. I want you.” He mutters. How did he even get this lucky??

               Anton’s apartment has a fairly simple layout so it’s no surprise that Orion finds the bedroom right away. He stands in front of his bed with his back to it and tilts his chin up at the other man. “Make me,” he challenges with a cheeky smirk. He couldn’t help it; Anton was naturally playful and loved games and he wanted to spend all night playing with Orion.

Orion hears the bell ding, signaling their floor. He pulls away slowly, and then he’s letting the other fall softly before taking his hand and looking around. “This way?” He asks in a gruff voice, turning to the right and looking for room 2004. “Door open or locked? Fuck, let’s go!! I need you.” He whispers.

               Anton wants to giggle but he holds himself back as he’s being led to his own apartment. “I’ve got a key, right here, babe, relax, for a second.” He stops at the door, key in his hands. Instead, though, he kisses Orion slowly. “I need you, too. So bad. But we’ve got all night, you know. Let’s not be too hasty.” He unlocks the door, finally, and pushes it open. His lights are motion-activated so the sensors switch them on as soon as they’re in the entry way.

Orion grins as the other feels him up. He doesn’t mind. That’s his favorite thing. He loves it. And after the short ride, he’s taking Anton’s hand and walking up to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor, not surprised when the other oins him against the wall and starts to kiss him. Orion flips them so Anton is against the wall, before picking him up and wrapping his legs around his waist, kissing him deeper. He couldn’t wait.

He’s more than willing to be manhandled by the other; He wants to be. Every part of his body is craving Orion and he tries to convey that in the way he kisses, the way he secures his legs around him, the way he lets a small whine escape him. The kiss lasts until the elevator doors slide open on floor 20. He doesn’t want to pull away- can’t really with the mirrored wall of the elevator right behind him and Orion in complete control.

Orion loves the others hands on his body. The hands that will definitely be on him later on when they take the four blocks “that way.” He chuckles and then he’s watching him, intrigued. “Fuck. You look so good on my bike. You can always have a ride.” He grins, before he’s getting on in front of him. “Now, you wrap your arms around me. You gotta hold on.” He says, before he’s looking and seeing the building they’re headed for. He turns on the bike, and soon they’re outside the building.

“I promise, I look even better on you,” Anton assures and wraps his arms around Orion’s torso. He runs his hands up and down his chest one, just feeling the rock hard muscles there before they really get going. He decides after they get to their building that he’s not such a big fan of motorbikes. But he’s a huge fan of Orion, so it’s okay. 

“Oh, what gave it away, Love?” he asks sarcastically. “You need a helmet? Have you ridden a motorbike before?” he asks, hands resting on the golden boys’ thighs, taking in his scent, his clothing that would be off in just a few minutes, up to his eyes that his own locked with, and then he’s slowly kissing him again. The other was addicting. And then he’s slowly pulling back, again. “Straddle the bike. A leg on each side.” he says, slowly helping the other to pull a leg over. “There we go.”

               Anton runs his hands down Orion’s chest starting at his shoulders and ending on his hips. “Never been on one, but I trust you. Like I said, it’s only a few blocks that way. You can see it from here, see?” He points in the direction of his building, but doesn’t look over there- how could he tear his eyes off of the god in front of him? After being helped onto the bike, Anton closes his eyes and ruts his hips sensually a few times. “Comfortable. I like it.”

Orion chuckles at the comment, before he’s downing the rest of his whiskey and watching the other, taking his hand as he stands and starting to pull him out to his bike. When they get there, he looks at the other boy, fully looks at him, and then he’s stepping close, hip to hip, and kissing him deeply, lifting him up onto the Harley and kissing him. He loved it. Loved the thought of the boy called Anton. “You’re in for the ride of your life.” He winks, whispering.

               Electricity shoots up his arm when Orion takes his hand. Anton eagerly follows at his heels, like the young puppy he actually was. Kissing. They’re kissing and it takes a moment for Anton to catch up with what’s happening and kiss him back. “I’ve got a feeling you aren’t talking about the bike ride,” he snickers and runs a hand through his long hair to push it away from his face.

Orion can hardly believe what’s happening. They’re in public, yet he knows and doesn’t care. He’s got two fingers in Anton’s mouth, and then he’s running his thumb along the other’s bottom lip. “Well goddamn, Sweetheart. I’m beaming with excitement now that I have something to look forward to, outside of here.” He smirks. “Wait till you see what else might be between those perfect lips.” He breathes out, before pulling his hands away and smirking as he’s far enough away that Anton would have to move to touch him again. 

               Now, Anton let himself get cocky. After taking a large sip of his beverage, he says, “I’ve never met a model-tattoo artist-singer before, but I guarantee I know how to please one anyway.” Sure he was a veterinarian during the day, but at night he was all dog. He rests one hand on Orion’s knee and lets out an innocent, but charming laugh before tilting his glass to his lips and swallowing the rest down. After two old-fashioneds in such a short amount of time, Anton was feeling warm all over and could feel the buzz flow through his veins. Of course, that could be the incredibly attractive man promising one of the most gratifying nights of his life. Either way, Anton was feeling great.

Orion can’t help the bite on his lower lip as he watches the other, leaning back against the bar so his shirt rides up just a bit, leather jacket sliding off slowly. He knew the perfect poses, positions, all came from modeling. And there was a reason he was so big as he was today. “Of course i’ll be coming with you. I hope you took a taxi here. My bike is out front. Maybe you’ll ride with me?” he smirks, before he’s tilting the other’s chin back over to stare at him. “Keep staring, Doll. There’s a reason i’m sitting like this.” he chuckles again. 

               “I walked actually, I live four blocks down the street in the big blue condo complex. Do you know the one?” His speech never falters, confidence to match Orion’s but without the cockiness. When there’s fingers on his chin, Anton smirks, licks his lips, and then quickly moves his head to capture Orion’s middle and pointer fingers in his mouth. He closes his lips around them and swirls his tongue as he sucks. Ignoring the other’s request to look at his body, Anton keeps his eyes locked on the other’s piercing gaze.

“I guess I will have to happily take it then. As long as you’ll be in that second chair, my dear.” He says with a sexy smirk, and then he’s pulling Anton’s knuckles to his lips, kissing them. “Biggest celebrity model-tattoo artist-singer you’ll ever meet. I’m the best of them all, baby. And yet you’ve never heard of me?” He asks. “I’ll have to get you acquainted with my works.” He wiggles his eyebrows once, before he’s wiggling his fingers for the bartender to bring them another glass each, eyes never leaving the other’s.

               “Yeah, you will,” he’s smiling as brightly as he ever has. “I’d love to be acquainted with all your works.” He shamelessly drags his gaze down Orion’s body and then back up, mouth drooling at the thought of what’s underneath his perfectly styled outfit. Anton’s not intimidated at all by the fame of this man; he’s mingled with certain big-names since he’s best friends with one of the biggest rock bands in the country. “Another round?” His question is answered when another glass is set in front of him. “After this drink, I’m thinking about getting out of here. Is it safe to assume you’ll be accompanying me, Orion?”