#springheeledhugo

Even with over a decade of heat week experience, Manny still couldn’t fully control his impulses that came along with it. He’d thought it might be safe to saddle up at the rooftop restaurant’s bar for a beer, however, his gaze kept tracking towards the attractive-looking man a few seats down. He recognized the face as one of the staff members he’d seen in passing although he never stopped to introduce himself before. He tried – tried – to avert his gaze but the smell of Hugo’s own pheromones in such proximity exacerbated his fever, provoking a few beads of sweat on his brow, and his excitement to build between his legs. The awkward lingering glances continued for at least a few minutes before Manny succumbed to his desires and strode over to the other man, pulling him off the stool and flush against his body with lips sealed together in a hungry kiss that lasted for a solid few seconds until logic and reason returned. He pulled back, eyes wide and skin flushed, mouth opening and closing as he struggled to form a coherent string of syllables. 

“I, uh...I’m sorry, that was...” He smiled sheepishly, holding his hands up when he released Hugo. Great. Now he was going to be known as some kind of creepy predator or something. “That was weird. And aggressive. Even for heat.”