Neon and Soaked

Faelix’s golden blood was hot. Music rolled down their neck and into the muscles of their forearms raised above his head. He leaned into it. As he danced, he felt eyes hugging his body from every corner. He curled his neck to the sound of the thumping bass line as drooling mouths included him in their bumping and grinding. He danced from body to body to body in the bustling, neon-soaked nightclub.

The dim party lights added to the patrons’ getting lost in the music and each other. The air was thick with sweat and arousal. 

Faelix turned up their otherworldly charm and moved towards their target for the night near the bar: a tall, commanding presence who has had his eyes trained on Faelix’s body all night. The chemistry between them was palpable. 

The stranger set down his drink to take Faelix’s outstretched hand and follow him towards the dancefloor. Faelix could feel the heat of his eyes undressing him as his big, rough hands did little differently. The stranger’s hands rubbed over Faelix’s sloped shoulders and soft waist and moved him along with the beat thumping in their ears. 

He was strong and decisive, and Faelix loved to be handled. After heated kisses and a quick exchange of permissions, the stranger’s touch started to dip below Faelix’s clothing, ghosting over the soft, wet tentacles below his shorts and over the sensitive nipples hidden by his oversized graphic tee. 

Every touch escalated the tension between them. The anticipation of something more hung in the air between each advance.

“I want to fuck you,” Faelix finally hummed, tiptoeing to kiss and nibble on the man’s neck while palming the man’s growing erection as subtly as he could, surrounded by people barely minding their own business.

“Of course you do, puppy,” the stranger replied. His voice was low and had a rumble to it that made Faelix excited through his core. Werewolves were like that. 

After a few drinks, Faelix and the man find their bodies uncomfortably clothed and hot and pressing against each other on the dancefloor, lips crashing into each other hungrily. Sharing whispered words of sex to be had, the chemistry between them was undeniable. 

They both felt an overwhelming urge to be closer and to be away from indecent exposure charges.

So, after a brief hesitation about their public setting, the stranger took Faelix into the bathroom. 

As they entered the dimly lit, slightly grimy space together, hand in hand, they realized they weren’t alone. The bathroom was crowded with drunk people moving about.

The wolfman quickly swept Faelix with one arm into the nearest stall and locked them inside. 

Before continuing to explore Faelix’s body, he put his large hands on both sides of the stall walls, accentuating the size difference between them. Faelix gulped at the thought of the size of the rest of him, excited wetness pooling in his shorts.