Re: Dean and Isaac
In Isaac's mind he was no longer on a dance floor, in a club. In his mind he was on all fours, offering himself up to be taken by the strong, broad body behind him. His body undulated, his hips tilting back, grinding up against Dean and trying to find a rhythm slower than the one the music gave him.
"Ah," he gasped softly, as he felt hot skin press between his stomach and his jeans. His muscles tensed, pulling tight to allow for the intrusion.