Omniscient Narrative
Mason nodded, turning his head slightly, their faces inches apart.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.
"Yeah" he breathed, voice husky. He reached back, hand finding Damian's thigh, squeezing it.
The grinding intensified, bodies locked in a private dance amid the chaos.
Damian's hands roamed, one slipping under Mason's shirt to trace the smooth skin of his abdomen.
Mason arched, a soft moan escaping as Damian's fingers brushed the waistband of his jeans.
The tension coiled tighter, every thrust of hips building pressure that had nothing to do with the music.
Sweat beaded on Damian's neck, his heart pounding.
He nipped at Mason's earlobe, tasting salt.
Mason shivered, grinding back with more urgency, his ass rubbing against Damian's cock in deliberate circles.
Damian groaned, the sound rough in his throat. He wanted more, wanted to strip those jeans off and feel skin on skin, but the club wasn't the place.
"Let's get out of here" Mason said, pulling back just enough to meet Damian's gaze. His voice was thick with need.
Damian licked his lips, nodding. "Yeah. Okay"
They disentangled, hands still linked as they pushed through the crowd toward the exit.
The cool night air hit them like a slap, sobering Mason slightly, but the ache in his pants kept the fire burning.
Damian hailed a cab, and they tumbled in, addresses forgotten in the haze.
"Nearest hotel please" Mason told the driver, his thigh pressed against Damian's.
In the back seat, the tension simmered. Damian's hand rested on Mason's knee, fingers tracing idle patterns that grew bolder, sliding higher.
Mason captured his wrist, guiding it to his crotch, he didn't care about anything right now, he's just too horny and wants his release.
Damian's breath caught as he palmed Mason's erection through the denim, squeezing gently. He never knew the day he would be touching Mason this way would come.
Mason bit back a curse, thrusting into the touch, he loved Damian's hand on him.
The cab ride blurred, streetlights flashing, Damian's hand working him slowly, teasing.
By the time they pulled up to a nondescript hotel a few blocks away, Mason was rock hard, pre-cum dampening his boxers.
They paid hastily, stumbling into the lobby. The clerk barely glanced up as Mason slapped down cash for a room, key card in hand moments later.
The elevator ride was torture.
Alone, they crashed together, mouths hungry.
Mason pinned Damian against the wall, kissing him deep, tongues sliding slick and desperate.
Damian's hands fisted in Mason's shirt, pulling him closer.
Mason ground against him again, cocks rubbing through fabric, the friction maddening.
The doors dinged open, and they broke apart, laughing breathlessly as they hurried down the hall.
Mason fumbled the key, finally getting the door open.
They spilled inside, the room dim and anonymous, bed, nightstand, curtains drawn against the city.
Damian kicked the door shut, turning to Mason with eyes full of heat. He tugged at Mason's shirt, peeling it off to reveal a chest dusted with hair, muscles softened by age but still firm.
He loved how the older male looked.
Mason reciprocated, hands shaking slightly as he lifted Damian's tee, exposing his tanned skin and defined abs, it was obvious the younger male worked out a lot. They stood there, shirts discarded, staring.
Mason stepped forward, hands on Damian's belt.
"I want you" he said, voice gravelly. The whiskey made him bold, but vulnerability crept in, the fear that this was too much, too fast.
Damian nodded, helping with the buckle. Jeans hit the floor, followed by Mason's.
Boxers strained, tents of arousal obvious. They paused, breaths heavy, the air thick with anticipation.
Mason pushed Damian toward the bed, both falling onto the mattress in a tangle. He kissed down Damian's neck, sucking marks into the skin, hands exploring, tweaking nipples, tracing ribs.
Damian writhed, legs parting as Mason settled between them.
Their cocks brushed, hot and hard, and Damian bucked up, seeking more friction.
Mason hooked fingers in Damian's waistband, tugging the boxers down.
The younger's cock sprang free, thick and flushed, tip glistening.
Mason's mouth watered at the sight, he wanted to taste, to wrap his lips around it and suck until Damian begged.
But he held back, stripping his own underwear instead.
His erection bobbed, average but eager, veins prominent.
Naked now, they pressed together, skin sliding slick with sweat.
Mason rocked his hips, cocks aligning, sliding against each other in a rhythm that mimicked their club grinding.
"Fuck Mace" Damian groaned.
Damian's hands gripped Mason's ass, pulling him down harder.
Pre-cum smeared between them, easing the glide.
"Fuck, you feel good" Damian muttered, capturing Mason's mouth again.
Tongues dueled as bodies moved, tension ratcheting up.