SWAY //* ti-ljh
Music was pumping through his ears and the male couldnāt help but let a large smile pull his lips, his legs aching from the jumping on the dance floor as the music reached itās peak. Flashing a grin, the lights caught the metal in his lip and eyebrow with his extensive amount of tattoos showing on his arms and though he knew Koreans were more reserved, they didnāt move away from him as the music continued to flow. Sweat and desire moved in the room, as normal for clubs and though he knew a few of the crowd goers had their eyes on him, he wasnāt interested, at the moment. It was enough to have heat running through his blood and the musician inside of him screaming out for more but he couldnāt help but glance around at the crowd. So many people were gorgeous and even some not so much but it was his second day in Korea.
Running a hand through the long hair, the dark strands dancing in his face, the male shifted through the crowd. It was almost a dance, turning to brush past a group of girls before flashing a smirk towards them from the corner of his lips. It was a subtle movement but it caught the girls attention. Korean women were soā¦pretty, in a sense that Japanese werenāt. It was like being in the garden of eden and he wanted to taste every single apple he could. Not that he was sure many would refuse, his body and his being nearly containing desires that humans had on a daily basis in a single being. But thatās what he had done for so long; a human doll that others used for their own selfish needs.
Chapped lips graced his lips and despite the lines of gender here, he pulled out a chap stick and quickly pushed it over his lips as he moved to the bar. Holding a single finger before pointing to one of the beers, it was easy to get liquor here even when he couldnāt understand half of what everyone was saying, he did know beer. Not even bothering to card the boy, he flashed a grin at the bartender as he chewed on the back of his lip ring before bring the bottle to his lips. Drinking the liquid quickly, he licked his lips and tasted the liquid before moving once more through the crowd.
Bodies pressed against him, his hand moving the beer above their heads to not spill the liquid on anyone but he couldnāt help but eye some of the girls so close to him. Second day in korea, he probably shouldnāt cause a mess but some of the skirts were so short, he couldnāt help but feel a slight feeling of lust move through his system. Was that what they wanted? They couldnāt. These girls were prudes. And he was ok with that, but some girls always loved a bad boy.
Flashing a smirk to one of the passerbyās, he did a once over that had the girl giggling as he turned on his toes to walk forward before his eyes landed on someone. Raising his brows, he watched the male dance, if it was considered that but he couldnāt help the small smile that pulled his lips. Watching for a little bit longer, amused, he continued to sip his drink before finishing it off and leaving it on one of the tables he shuffled towards the other.
Slim digits reached out to grab the others wrist as he ducked his head down in hello and apology before pointing to the crowded point of the dance floor. Bringing him gently from the small place he had been, the male flashed a smile towards the other in the hopes of comforting him as they soon were on the move towards the dance floor. The foreigner hoped he was okay with this, but he could see the discomfort the other was feeling just in the way his body was moving but that was something Miyavi did, he watched others bodies for a long time and this was just a skill he had come to accept as well as reading others.
