#oleksy.

‘Prettiest Man in Town’. Well, if that wasn’t a ringing endorsement. “Shut up and kiss me.” Yet, despite the order, the Ukranian grabbed Dor’s face and stole the kiss for himself. “Finger me,” he whispered into their kiss, taking the vampire’s hand and forcing it down the back of his pants.

Oleksy found the polite peck to his cheek amusing given most men weren’t able to refuse his affections. Though it was true not all men were so weak to live in slavery to their desires. The tall stranger was proof of that. Smiling, Oleksy took his hand and pulled him further inside the club to the center of the dancefloor. “I’m not used to men holding back with me!” He yelled over the music into his new friend’s ear as they swayed and moved to the music. Unusually, Oleksy found some relief in the fact the man wasn’t, seemingly, interested in anything. He could enjoy himself. “What makes you so different?!” He teased with a grin as they continued to dance pressed up against one another. Naturally, Oleky’s hands had found their way to the man’s lean hips as they swayed together.