It was a sleazy and disgusting place but Miles had no objections considering the thoughts that were buzzing through his head. It was just fun and meant nothing, wasn't that her attitude. There was nothing to stop him, except for a slight pang of guilt, but that wasn't going to stop him either. He found himself a corner or rather a nook that was a bit more private, inside of short, narrow corridor.
The gleam of lust was in his eyes and he bit his lip as he came around Zach, effectively backing him into the wall. He picked up the man's hand and placed it against his hard chest. In spite of his injury, he was still toned and muscular for his lean frame. "Now," he purred in a husky whisper, "stop thinking and just do whatever you want. Right or wrong make no difference to me. If it feels good, then it's right."
There was a nice buzz in his head from the drink, and he was enjoying teasing the man in front of him, caging him like a hungry lion. His hand guided Zach's over his small nipples through his shirt and then down a bit lower. The smirk was undeniable. His other hand leaned against the wall on the opposite side of Zach's head.