The lights were great, the music was bouncing, and there was a warm body pressed up against mine and fuck it all, I was on my way to forgetting about him for at least the little bit that I could manage. I was on the up and up and up and up and there was nothing -

I yelped as strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me away from the man who was just about to go in for a kiss. I had just a moment to register his disappointed face before my ass connected with a warm body; no, not warm, he was fucking burning up, and I yanked away but there was a strong arm snaking around my hips as a hand pulled away my hair, exposing my neck to blistering kisses. I moaned despite myself, losing myself in the sensation, and whoever it was that had me tightened his grip at the sound.

Fuck it. I arched my neck to give him better access and gasped when I felt teeth scrape against my skin. Yeah, now there was no way I was going anywhere, not when I could be here.

The lights flashed warm against my skin, in time with my heartbeat, in time with the music, in time with the gyrations of my body against the hard cock pressed up against my ass. Dextrous fingers were pressing into my hipbone, flitting over sensitive spots and applying pressure to places that shouldn’t have been sensitive, but damn, now they were, and between that hand and the lips making their way up my neck I was in real danger of not being about to keep my mind steady or in place, and when those lips reached my ear and he growled, “Mine,” my fucking legs just about gave out as I melted -

Wait.

I tried to push away from him, because it was him, it couldn’t be anyone but him, but he held me so tight, that arm around my hips capturing me against him effectively and so naturally, it felt so good but what the fuck was happening here? I somehow managed to twist my body around so that I was facing him, my eyes meeting those fucking jade irises and that smile, those lips.

“What the shit -” I managed to get out, before his lips crashed against mine.

***

Fuck, he felt so good. Why hadn’t I ever just done this before? What had kept me from reaching out and touching him, from controlling him, from making him all the things I needed him to be?

God, he was everything I’d dreamed. The way his hips bucked every time my fingers found a spot on his hipbones that held nerves near the surface, the way he tilted his head and moved his hair, fuck, his hair, it was thick and everywhere but somehow it didn’t get in the way of my mouth on his neck, and god I loved the way I could make him come undone with just the smallest touch to his neck, who cared that he wasn’t sober, who cared that he was reacting to the drugs as much as he was reacting to me, this was fucking fun.

I don’t know when he figured out it was me, because he definitely figured out it was me. Maybe it was the way I’d held him, controlling him like I’d always wanted to do. Maybe it was the smell of me, or the little gasps I was letting out. Probably it was when I let slip that word, “Mine,” growled it into his ear before I’d had time to think, before I’d thought about what that meant, what it might do to him, and I’d felt him melt for all of a second before he’d whirled on me.

He’d started to say something, I think, but god he was facing me then and his eyes. His face. His lips.

And so I kissed him. I kissed him with all the things that had been sitting right behind my tongue ever since I’d first seen him, all the scenes I wanted to play out with him under me, on top of me, beside me. Mostly under me. A few, actually, inside of me. All the times I wanted to watch him come, screaming my name, how I needed him to feel pleasure at my hands and how much more I needed him to know that I controlled it. How fucking badly I needed to have him. Needed. That was the word. I poured all my need into that kiss, turned it into smoke and passed it from my lips to his and made him inhale, made him take it in until it was the only thing in his lungs.

I don’t really know how we got off the dance floor, but I was glad we did. When his back hit the wall he let out a small noise into my mouth and I bit his lip in appreciation, turning that noise into a moan. I liked him here, pressed between me and something hard and unforgiving. My hands traced down his arms and found his wrists, pinning them loosely to the paneled wall.

At the sharp inhale of breath that caused, I broke our kiss. He was looking up at me with such a look, such a mix of things, but I couldn’t unpack that now. I was giddy, giddy with proximity and dancing and light and music, and most of all him, and all of it crashed down on me to cause me to smile lightly and squeeze his wrists in my hand.

“Hey,” I almost laughed. “What’s your name?”

***

Fuck, that kiss had been. I mean.

This man could kiss.

It was nothing like the kiss he had given me before, so filled with things I barely understood and desperately needed to both not and to. This was filled with things more close to home, with need and desire and fire and god, if he wasn’t going to set me ablaze with all the heat he was packing I was going to die anyway. I felt like his body was going to melt me, if his hands and words and actions didn’t first.

“What’s your name,” he was asking, his voice too light and I was barely processing it. He had me up against a wall, my hands pinned wherever he wanted them. I could have gotten away, I guess, if I’d wanted to.

I didn’t want to.

“My name’s Cooper.” One of my wrists was released as his hand came up to touch my face, pushing back my hair. I moaned into his touch; god, how could he make me feel like this with just the simplest of touches? His hand sunk deep into my hair and I moaned again as he tugged at it gently. “I fucking love you hair. Did you know that? I feel like you must know that.”

How could I have? I didn’t know anything. I barely knew that this man had wanted me, let alone that he had feelings about any one part of me.

Even as I enjoyed his touches, his voice, I was confused, my mind spinning through the last few moments. Something was wrong here. He must have seen me pop all those pills. He must know I was high; he always did. Why had he stopped caring?

Part of me wanted to just shut up and go with it - a large part of me, plus the part of me that was aching, hard, and pressed against the fabric of my suddenly annoyingly tight pants. Holy shit, this man turned me on. But something was wrong here, and I couldn’t ignore it. Something was really -

“I think I might love you,” he continued suddenly, causing me to freeze. “But also it might be too early to tell.” His fingers were still dipping through my hair, shaking shivers down my spine and sending them to rest in my rapidly dropping stomach. “I definitely love your hair, though.”

My mind was screaming. My body was screaming. Something was wrong, this couldn’t be happening, what the shit was going on? Parts of me were singing, parts of me were running already, and I didn't know what the fuck to do. He pressed his hot, like, physically too-warm body up against me and sighed.

“Fuck, it just feels so good to touch you, you know?” His eyes were flitting everywhere, all over my body but also the wall behind me, his own hand. “Like you’re fucking velvet.” His eyes were on fire, they were setting me on fire, I was going to burn…

He leaned in so close to me, his fingers tracing down my neck. “That’s what they say the inner walls of the ass feel like, you know.” A bite that was on the right side of rough landed just below my ear, and I made some sort of noise that I couldn’t control, didn’t recognize. “Will you be that for me? Is that how you’ll feel when I fuck you?” His lips brushed my ear. Fuck, my body was threatening to shake apart under him. “Will it be like fucking velvet?”

I shoved away from him, undone and unwilling to become nothing in front of him, to become the pile of molten, melted nerves that he was reducing me to. As he stumbled away from me I caught sight of the expression on his face, the idiotic grin mixed with just a hint of surprise and it just hit me. It hit me so fucking hard, and I don’t know why I was so hurt, I don’t know why it felt so shitty, but it was like every piece of my soul dropped out from my body at once.

“What the fuck,” I exclaimed, pain making my voice sharp. “Are you fucking high?”