#getoru

with the way your hips rolled against his beneath laser lights and flitting hues of purples and reds, he was overwhelmed by how much work he'd have to put in just to take you home. he already spent most of the night trying to buy you a drink, a sickly sweet substance he'd ordered to get an idea of your taste.

as your hips rolled in corybantic manners, his followed quickly in tandem. hands gripping at the love handles just above your hips before roughly moving downwards and grabbing at the flesh on display in those skin tight jeans that left too much to the imagination but just enough to be considered a salacious tease.

"wanna come home with me tonight ?"

his voice was husky, a silenced plea falling from his lips as he watches you turn toward him with hooded eyes and pouty lips. "no. I must dance the night away."

and he watched as you twirled away from him to the rhythm of the song and into a small groups of girls he wasn't sure if you knew or not.

at least it's not another man's loui belt she's putting that ass all over...

and as the night continued on like this, the daunting and salty sweet cat and mouse game he kept playing with you seemed never-ending, almost too much and he was starting to give up. but as if you knew what he was thinking, your lips moved faster than he'd expected from your mildly drunken self all night.

"take me home. i want to have a different kind of fun tonight."

his smile was too wide, too big to hide and he let it play out. he wanted you to see his excitement, he wanted you to know how much he wanted to take you home from the moment he laid eyes on you.

and when he finally got you into his car, past the threshold of his beautiful home, and into the bed he'd been thought-teasing all night, he refused to let up on the constant dip and dive into your sacred waters.

the sun came up over your naked bodies, shining glittered specks on your skin and a reflection bouncing off his purple irises that made you realize that your boyfriend's eyes were blue.