Thread: A Glimmer in the Darkness (Translucentfeathers&ScarletQueen)

The grip on his hip should have ended things, should have sent Adam back out the door, instead? It sent a sharp, intense wave of arousal through him and Adam found himself dangerously wondering how it would feel to have those hands roaming over his tan heated skin. Adam bit his lip as he listened to the man's comment and request, a low hum slipping past his lips as he took the twenty and tucked it into the back pocket of the slacks he wore before his hands slid around to his front, smoothing down to unbutton the slacks and slide the zipper down easly. They fell from his hips, pooling around his ankles, his head tilting to the side as he smiled. Maybe I don't want you to be able to resist me, he purred, using the excuse of stepping out of his pants to climb onto the couch, straddling the doctor's lap, a knee on either side as he held himself over the doctor, keeping a few inches of space between their bodies, hands coming down to rest behind the other man's shoulders, fingers curling around the back of the couch. The question about if he was taken snapped his wicked fantasies back into place, the sharp image of a dark glare and violent presence pressing at the back of his mind, threatening to rip the smile from his face. Adam kept his composure though and leaned in, bresth brushing the shell of Thomas' ear as he whispered softly to him, Let's forget about everything and everyone outside of this room for a while. It was a safe way to skirt personal questions, an trick he ployed when someone tried to scratch beneath the surface though this time? He wasn't using it to try and keep the other man at bay, secretly wishing he could get to know this client a bit better. This time he used it to fight off the memories and pain from earlier that day. His hips dipped, just faintly grazing the fabric spread so tightly across Thomas' hips, not fully grinding down or granting them friction as he leaned back, shoulders rolling in time with the music to let the large white shirt slip from his arms and fall to the floor at Thomas feet. His hands braced himself on the foreign man's knees a wicked smile hiding the hurt and pain riddling at the stretch of his shoulders that blossomed from more bruising he carefully covered along his left rib cage with borrowed make up from one of the girls with a similar complexion. The black, tightly cut briefs fit over the lines of his hips, sharp muted gold outlining the hemlines and offering a contrast that complimented his sunkissed skin. Adam used his hands stabilizing himself on those knees behind him to balance as he arched his spine a little more showing off the lithe frame and slender muscles, hips rolling and swaying temptingly, just over the doctors crotch, keeping a thin buffer between them that was occasionally breached by subtle brushes and gentle sweeps of his ass. A part of him was tempted to cross the line, to push and his eyes settled on the bright sharp green gaze in front of him. The club owners were strict about the no touching rules, only granting exceptions to regulars if the dancers agreed and were comfortable with it in the privacy of a one on one dance. It wasn't a common thing, but they turned a blind eye to it and for the first time Adam wanted to take advantage of that. Feel free to touch, he said softly, with a slight nod of permission. Just don't grab my dick and I won't cry wolf, he said simply, winking slightly.