Re: The Bar
Solomon took a twisted pleasure in Eli's efforts to follow. He could have taken pity on the man and chosen to follow instead - he had learned years ago how to follow because it stroked some people in just the right way - but he didn't. Instead, he watched the tension, the slightly fumbled steps coupled with quick correction. The desire in Eli's eyes to succeed, to dominate, amused him, and the flash of viciousness he saw in the other man's eyes goaded him on.
A single hand slid under Eli's jacket and stroked his back as Solomon leaned closer in the same moment Eli did, making their dance even more intimate. He was very aware of the way they looked, like two long parted lovers meeting for an illicit dance. Except Solomon was making no efforts to be subtle or to hide them.
His eyes traveled over Eli's face, from his lips to his eyes and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yes," he said, the lie coming to him easily. A phantom hand slid over the other man's cheek, a sensual touch devoid of human warmth. He tilted his head slightly to one side, his eyes softening, becoming warm and inviting even though his lips remained in that mocking smile. "Does it bother you?" He leaned closer, dipping his head so he could whisper in Eli's ear. "If I tell you how much it thrills me, will you let me draw more?"