• Dance Floor

/boredom had brought me here so I decided to just wing. dancing a bit. the way other people were dancing making me blush. I wanted to try it out before I even thought about this with other people.
/move my hips in time with the music. smiling as this seems fairly easy even without having to pretend to be streaming. chuckles softly as I move pretty easily to the beat

@‡ Changkyun [H] /squints my eyes at you/
I'll take that for now but yeah. . .
/rubs my nape at your words/
It's been a while since I danced so I'm a bit conscious. Maybe I'll feel better when I get some warm up.
/grins and holds onto your arm, leading you to the dance floor/
This is better than nothing.
/chuckles and goes up the stage, plugs in my phone/
Do you want to learn now or watch first?

@† Yonghwa Up to a year ago Meto had rarely gone dancing. He'd been a regular on the dance floors 6, 7 years ago, but since his.... his.... well, after he turned 21 he'd rarely gone out. There were more fun things waiting at home than one could possible find on a dance floor filled with drunk, people. It was thanks to a client, Minhyuk, a nice enough guy, that he'd picked up going to clubs or just out to get hammered. It was good fun and he enjoyed himself. It was all going just fine until Minhyuk's meddlesome friend, Yonghwa, had pulled him aside and given him a lecture on common decency. Meto shoved the person grinding up against him away with a growl. . He shouldn't have thought about it. His mood was ruined now. The guy he'd shoved grabbed Meto's hand and Meto was /this/ close to punching him in the face, but- no, Meto, breathe. You're not 19 anymore. He pulled the other in and whispered to him to off because he wasn't in the mood anymore. He was a reasonable person and they amicably parted ways. Hah. If only all people were as decent as that random person just now. Meto was daydreaming about random things, an attempt to placate himself, when he spotted the very thing he was trying nOt to think about: Yonghwa. . No way Meto was just walking past him. It wasn't in his blood. Before Meto could make a conscious choice about what to do, his feet were carrying him forward. No ing way was he in a club after giving Meto so much . Once he was close enough he planted his palms on the man's chest and pushed with as much strength as he could muster. Meto was - quite obviously - not a bodybuilder or a crossfit maniac, but he was stronger than he looked and he never shied away from a fight. Wait- he'd wanted to insult him first. Oops? Meto stepped towards Yonghwa and smacked the man's drink out of his hand. The glass shattered on the floor but given the loud music it didn't attract attention. "Look who it is-- mr. oh-so-righteous." Meto sneered. "Here to , huh? Get your little wet?", he gave a mocking laugh, "Who'd have thought an 'angel' like yourself would debase themselves with carnal desires-" Meto wasn't really thinking about what he was saying and as he spoke he already regretted not saying anything more hurtful, but at least his words were dripping with sarcasm. Yes, this was warmup.

@‡ Changkyun [H] *i don't know if it's the beer or the fact that it's been ages since i had a night on the town, but as the music pounds around us, i begin to dance more freely, my hips responding to the percussive beat of the song*
you're not so bad yourself, kyunnie
*teasing you back, i grin, spinning, my head even more empty than usual, my sole focus on the way my body was reacting to the music*

@‡ Hyunwoo chuckles softly when i see you start to move, my head nodding along encouragingly as my head starts to spin.
not bad, not bad.. you're actually really good..
bites my lip to keep from smiling too much. starts to move my arms and legs to the beat of the music and glances over to you, as if challenging you.

@‡ Changkyun [H] i will - - and i know he won't make me do anything i don't want to
*when you hop off your seat, i follow your example, grinning*
i hope you can keep up
*following you to the dance floor which thankfully isn't crowded, i listen to the music for a few seconds before i slowly begin to move, my body surprisingly lithe*

@‡ Hyunwoo mmm plays usually require a lot of trust. just make sure that if you are uncomfortable, you tell him.
He seems pretty nice. you're in good hands.
laughs and slips off the seat and motions to the dance floor.
let's see those moves then.

@‡ Changkyun [H] *with another empty beer glass in front of me, i smile, the beginnings of a buzz hitting me*
i'm not sure how i feel - - i'm not sure i can handle not being in control, but i'm gonna try
*nods, sitting up straight* yeah, i dance
i know i look big and clumsy, but i've been told i'm a good dancer

@‡ Hyunwoo i'm sure you're doing an amazing job.
clears my throat as i finish my second glass, trying to pace myself. my eyes scan around the dance floor as you speak.
oooh~ tie you up? how do you feel about that?
do you dance?

@‡ Changkyun [H] *smiles when a fresh beer appears before me, taking another low, slow swig*
i want chisa to feel special too - - i hope i'm doing a good job at that
*nods, looking sheepish* it's not like i haven't ed a lot, but i mean, i guess it's been vanilla
*shrugs* i hope i don't disappoint him
he wants to tie me up and everything

@‡ Hyunwoo downs the rest of my drink and motions for another fill for both of us and turns to you.
nonsense. but that's good that chisa thinks so. you deserve ever ounce of love and care the world has to offer. don't settle for any less.
yea? spicy.. i honestly don't know much myself.

@‡ Changkyun [H] *takes another big swig of my beer, wiping my mouth, the glass almost empty*
i didn't expect to meet anyone here - - no one seemed to be interested in me
chisa made it clear from the beginning that he thought i was special
i am lucky
*looks up from where i've been making water rings on the bar*
i don't know much about toys and stuff *my ears get red* he wants to teach me about them

@‡ Hyunwoo aw, that's good. i'm really happy for you, teddy.
smiles, watching you as you take a sip and takes a sip of my own.
well, you are freaken adorable and chisa is adorable, too. both of you look great together.
yea? what kinds of things?

@‡ Changkyun [H] they're good *smiles* i'm trying not to mess things up *chuckles*
*accepts the beer, taking a big swig, my lips happily*
it was like a gradual thing - - we met in chat, and he started jumping on me and calling me teddy bear and he seemed to think i was cute or something *shakes my head in disbelief*
we started spending more and more time together, and it got to where i was thinking about him all the time
*looks sheepish* he wants to teach me stuff

@‡ Hyunwoo Chisa's cute. you scored big. how are things with him?
turns when the bartender comes back and takes my drink, sipping at it.
And how did you both get close?

@‡ Changkyun [H] *sitting next to you, adjusting my large frame on the bar stool, i blink at the bartender when he appears*
i'll have a beer - - whatever's on tap
*chuckles*
yeah, he didn't want me trying to get an uber, so he offered to pick me up
i guess i'm free to overindulge

@‡ Hyunwoo Yeah... this club is huge. I don't know how it stays open to be honest..
settles into a bar stool and waves the bartender over.
just tequila, anything quick.
looks at hyunwoo.
mmmm... whatever you want. chisa is picking you up?

@‡ Changkyun [H] *nodding, i follow you inside, looking around since i've never visited this room of the club* wow, this place is bigger than i thought it would be *heading toward the bar, i wonder if i can just drink beer or if i should order something stronger*

@‡ Hyunwoo looks down and blinks at you hunched over, chuckling softly as i reach over and ruffle your damp hair.
you didn't have to rush... let's go take a seat at the bar first?

@‡ Changkyun [H] *runs up to the entrance, breathing a little heavily, having made record time to arrive when i did, worried i'd made you wait. bending over, my hands on my knees, i inhale and exhale a little erratically, trying to catch my breath. after a few seconds, i straighten up, grinning at you* i ran as fast as i could

@‡ Hyunwoo arrives with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking around for hyunwoo.

@† Podd [H] Minho welcomed the touch, sending just a quick, polite grin the bartender's way before focusing his attention on the master beside him. The master was definitely handsome, his face sculpted out of strong features and Minho felt himself drawn to the other, curious to know more. As Podd cited the order, Minho's fingers traveled down, finding the master's palm and pulling it upwards closer to his crotch, little, innocent hum leaving his lips./
Oh? Whiskey sounds very.. James Bond-like
Minho commented, his grin a little silly - it's not like he actually knew anything about those movies anyways. The question made his smile fall slightly, however, expression turning a little more serious and for a moment the guy remained quiet, weighing whether he should share his story or keep most of it to himself. Eventually, though, Minho shrugged his shoulders and sighed softly./
It's a difficult question, you know? I guess my reason is similar to many others here-- to have a sense of control? I don't want to bore you with my life stories, but-- for most of my adult life I had been in an abusive relationship with someone much older than me, who did his best to convince me that I didn't deserve pleasure or love or friendships -- that if I lost him, no one would ever want me again. So I guess it's like a way of saying " you" to that person, you know? And a way of proving myself that I can indeed have those things - just by being me, I don't need to convince anyone or beg for them
/He shrugged again, tone losing some of the playfulness as he spoke, before his lips tugged into a small smile again, head tilting to the opposite direction now/ what about yourself?

@‡ Minho As the bartender looked towards Minho to get his order, the older man moved his hand to rest on the others thigh, gently massaging it as he traced small patterns onto the surfer of the table in front of them. His hand inched upward, closer and closer, wanting to tease the sub as his eyes flickered to the bartender, smiled pulled into a taunt smile.
on the beach please, for him. And then two glasses for the whiskey.
He nodded at the bartender before turning back to minho as the bartender disappeared to go get the drinks, shortly returning after. The master leaned onto the table, propping his chin onto his wrist and scanned the sub’s features.
So… what made you decide to join black paradise. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea so I’m curious.

@† Podd [H] /Minho wasn't usually like this with other masters at the club - while he enjoyed making company and meeting people, he rarely let himself dive into someone shamelessly like this. and yet, something about Podd made him let go of whatever shyness or coldness he usually held up. He could feel his own body getting interested in the suggestive touches of the older man, trying to hold himself from shivering at each slide of the master's fingers/
mmmaybe? What kind of reward would you offer me?
/he raised his eyebrows, expression somewhat playful and challenging at the same time. Once they sat down, Minho shuffled closer to the older man, letting their knees touch as he briefly glanced at the bartender, most of his attention focused on Podd as he pursed his lips in thought/ oh um-- order something for me? I want to see your taste--

@‡ Minho the master wasn’t dumb. he knew very well the seemingly innocent sub was no where near as behaved as he made himself out to be, the teasing tone of his voice was proof of it. Minho was testing him and podd was more than happy to play along, just as the younger was willing to play along with his bull.
The subtle part of the other’s leg has his twitching in his pants, but just as his hand started moving to the sub’s crotch, Minho turned around. Podd purses his lips nonchalantly and shrugged.
Yes… you were right? Did you want a reward for that?
the master glanced down at the hand around his wrist and then at the sun, following closely behind to an empty booth. Once they reached the booth, he slipped in and signaled for the a bartender to take their order, ordering a bottle of whiskey for himself and looked towards Minho to see what he wanted.
Did you want to drink anything in specific?

@† Podd [H] he tilted his head to the side at your action, fingers hesitant to twirl your locks again, instead laying flat against your head for the time being/ mhhh, you're right -- master. I should've asked before I pulled-- but your hair just seemed so soft, I couldn't resist--
/his voice is reminiscent of a purr, the innocent words clashing with the teasing tone, as if he was testing your limits instead of actually asking for a permission. Your touch, however, has his eyes fluttering shut, a wave of shivers traveling down his spine as he leans into you, pliant at your touch for now. His legs move further apart, the action subtle yet noticeable, and he turns his face to you, small grin tugging the corner of his lips up/ the tour then-- though i'd like to point out that I was right--
/a small mewl escapes his lips at the squeeze, only for him to turn around in your hold and wrap his fingers around your wrist, tugging you towards the booths/ if that's what you'd prefer /master/ /he grins, purposefully emphasizing the word while maneuvering between the crowd of people/

@‡ Minho he chuckled softly and shook his head, his hand moving to your hand to keep your hand threaded into his locks. you’re pulling on a master’s hair without warning and we’ve only just met, darling. And you seem quite young. It’s rude to play with an older person’s head without permission, you know?
The older male was only teasing, finding the others reactions entertaining and using it to learn more about what kind of sub he was dealing with. When you move his hand onto your thigh, he didn’t hesitate to grab it, dragging his large hands up the inner side until thumb and forefinger met with the crevasse between your clothed and your leg, giving it a tight squeeze.
the tour. We all know I’m not new.
he groaned under his breath as the feeling of your pressed against his hardening , his grip only tightening in warning.
Why don’t we just head to the back..? Get a little booth so we can drink a little and get to know each other.

@† Podd [H] Damn, you will be waiting for that contract for years - will definitely get sober in the process. I can barely afford the actual ring pops at the moment, so a diamond is... slightly out of my budget /snickers, eyes fixated on your lips for a moment and he gulps involuntarily, knowing full well what you're doing and still not being able to resist it. His eyes widen a little at your chuckle, the sound giving him a much-needed refreshment and his fingers loosen up their hold of your hair as he sends a small smile your way/ am I-- am I being rude to you, Podd?
/Feeling your eyes on him, one of his palms moves down his chest, the move slow and sensual as if to taunt you some more, the same cat-like smirk tugging the corner of his lips. A small gasp leaves his lips as you pull him close, not having anticipated such a sudden bold move. Despite the momentary surprise, he pushes his hips back against your own, still moving to the sound music for a moment before he grasps one of your hands, placing it on his thigh instead, his lips vibrating with a soft hum/ Didn't you want to see more of this place, though? The tour has barely started-- /he chuckled, his steadily moving against your crotch, bottom lip bitten slightly/

@‡ Minho If you want to marry me, please prepare a contract and a diamond ring the size of a ring pop. He chuckled, noticing you eyeing his lips and purposely moistening them slowly with his tongue, clearing his throat. he tilts his head back at the tug, a low, dark chuckle singing from his throat as a warning. What do you think you’re doing, darling? Just because I’m being nice right now doesn’t mean I’ll take to rude behavior gently.
His eyes traveled down to your hips as you swayed them from side to side, orbs focused and lips pulled into a firm line as if evaluating your worth. After a moment, he let out a small laugh, nodding and moving closer, grabbing you by the hips and turning you around, pulling your flushed against him in a smooth, slow roll against your clothed cheeks.

@† Podd [H] oof that determination, I must respect that, really. Sounds like it would shape up to be a fun evening overall, even with all the crying involved. Watch us accidentally get married right after sighing those divorce papers-- /smiles a little at the soft sound that you make, his eyes darting to your own lips for a brief second before giving your hair a little tug, cat-like expression decorated with a small smirk/
see.. I am right most of the time-- /snickers, leaning into your body and hiding his face in your neck for a moment before pulling back just slightly to raise his eyebrows at you/ me? sure, I can try for you - /with a little giggle, he pulls back, lifting his arms above his head as his hips sway to the rhythm of the music, biting his lip as he throws a playful smirk your way, almost an invitation to join/