Excerpt Day
May. 21st, 2013 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFrom Heart's Bounty
This one is NOT work safe...
The rhythm pounded the sidewalk of the city even a block away. Hevik was amazed the buildings didn't shake in time. He discreetly slipped in a pair of ear plugs, just to keep his brain from bleeding down the sides of his face. The line at the door wasn't long and he paid the cover quickly.
Orange and red dominated the decor while dancers moved on ground and in air on the multi-gee dance floor. Hevik ordered a shot of the local whiskey and watched the young people dance.
He'd get out there himself soon enough. He sipped the alcohol, feeling the fire of it warm his chest, washing away the last of the tension from the trip. There were a lot of pretty folks here tonight. He was sure he could find someone to enjoy. They swirled and leapt, some achieving a hovering lift in the low-gee sections, designated by blue and green lights, while others stomped and lumbered in the heavier parts, which were lit red and orange.
A flash of black hair tumbled through the low-gee section, in the midst of a group of dancers, dark amid all the colorful clothing, the blue lights lending it rare highlights. It caught his eye and he remembered the pretty kid who was also on the job. Nah, couldn't be him.
He watched the group of dancers, males and females, gyrating as the song wound down. The next one started, a heavier beat to it, and a low, groaning chorus that sounded as though the singer was having an orgasm as he sang.
Hevik finished his drink and made his way across the dance floor to the low-gee section and the knot of dancing kids. He took care to move and turn and twist, dancing his way over. He got a better look. By all the stars, it was the kid.
Hevik watched him dance as if he was the hottest thing on the floor. Apparently, more than a few of his friends thought so too, because he was carrying a tail of admirers like a comet. Hevik watched as he stretched up to kiss a pretty girl and then tumbled to hang upside down and kiss a lovely boy.
Time to show this kid how a man did things. Hevik caught the hand of one of the girls and pulled her close to dance with him a minute. He did a good job keeping the beat and enticed her into some showier moves, spinning her into a few twirls and a swing ending in a dip. She laughed and spun into his arms to let him grind against her to the orgasmic chorus as she faked, at least he thought she faked, a dozen orgasms in time to the moans. She adjusted his cock through his pants, right there on the dance floor, to something more comfortable.
By the time the next song started, Hevik had worked his way to Miho. He realized his erection was completely obvious as he reached out and grabbed Miho's shirtfront.
“This one's mine, boy,” he said as the music went into a classic call-and-response chase song. Around the floor, couples and groups faced off, ready for the old-fashioned dance.
Miho's eyebrows rose as the newly-coiffed version of Hevik took the place of a beautiful man he'd been dancing with. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes looking around for his coterie, who didn't seem to be noticing. “Aren't you a little old for this kind of party? The folk dancing club's down the street. If you would put your spectacles on, you might not have missed it.” The music began as they bowed to each other, too late to pull out of the song.
“Folk dancing ain't my style, kiddo,” Hevik shot back. “This is.”
“Sure you wouldn't prefer one of my friends?” Miho gestured to the girl Hevik had just been dancing with, who was now practically cuddling between a squat, heavy-gee brunette girl, who bounded around the dance floor, and her willowy low-gee blond boyfriend, who stood in one place and shimmied, looking exhausted early in the evening. The boy dragged himself off the floor to sit in a lower-gee part of the bar and breathe from a vapor tube.
“Just you.” Hevik lunged in, taking the aggressor's role in the hunt.
Miho took three steps to the left, as did every other prey dancer.
They kept to the old forms, not varying from the classic dance. But Hevik tried to make each move a showcase of how much he wanted Miho, every attack an expression of desire and every failed capture a heartbreak. Pretty soon, he became aware that a lot of people weren't dancing anymore, just watching the two of them. Miho had gotten into the spirit of the dance and turned every dodge into a taunt and every evasion into a flirtation.
Hevik's cock never went down and he saw Miho was having a similar problem. When, at the end of the song, the hunter caught his prey, Hevik wrapped Miho in his arms and they danced the last chorus together, as every other couple on the floor did. When the music stopped, Hevik turned Miho in his arms and yanked him in for a kiss.
He tasted the kid’s lips, but Miho didn't open and melt for him, remaining instead all fire and defiance. He twined his fist in the ponytail and yanked Miho's head back to feast on his throat. Miho pressed closer against him and thrust his hard cock against Hevik's belly even as his hands balled into fists.
Hevik chuckled and kept hold of the ponytail and one arm. “Come with me,” he said in Miho's ear. “I'll fix your little trouser problem.”
Miho nodded breathlessly and Hevik steered them from the dance floor to cheers and applause from Miho's friends. The restrooms were nearby and he shoved the door open with Miho's body, then slammed the boy against a wall in one stall and locked the door.
“Hot,” he growled and kissed Miho's ear, “fucking,” he added, biting Miho's neck as his hands worked their way down Miho's pants, “kid.”
He pinned Miho to the wall and kissed the kid, hard and hot and filthy, while he grasped that cock, a lovely cock, one that filled his hand perfectly, and yanked. He settled for shoving his own cock against Miho's body, feeling the boy's shakes as he realized just how much trouble he could be in. A moment of hesitation turned to resolution as Miho's hands relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed Hevik back.
“You look so different. Helluva dancer,” Miho said dreamily.
“Next time,” Hevik said, coming in his new pants as he shoved against Miho's body, “Next time I'll fuck you and the pretty girl.”
Miho gasped, but whether from the idea or from Hevik's hand which had just brought him off, Hevik wasn't sure. He went with the former.
This one is NOT work safe...
The rhythm pounded the sidewalk of the city even a block away. Hevik was amazed the buildings didn't shake in time. He discreetly slipped in a pair of ear plugs, just to keep his brain from bleeding down the sides of his face. The line at the door wasn't long and he paid the cover quickly.
Orange and red dominated the decor while dancers moved on ground and in air on the multi-gee dance floor. Hevik ordered a shot of the local whiskey and watched the young people dance.
He'd get out there himself soon enough. He sipped the alcohol, feeling the fire of it warm his chest, washing away the last of the tension from the trip. There were a lot of pretty folks here tonight. He was sure he could find someone to enjoy. They swirled and leapt, some achieving a hovering lift in the low-gee sections, designated by blue and green lights, while others stomped and lumbered in the heavier parts, which were lit red and orange.
A flash of black hair tumbled through the low-gee section, in the midst of a group of dancers, dark amid all the colorful clothing, the blue lights lending it rare highlights. It caught his eye and he remembered the pretty kid who was also on the job. Nah, couldn't be him.
He watched the group of dancers, males and females, gyrating as the song wound down. The next one started, a heavier beat to it, and a low, groaning chorus that sounded as though the singer was having an orgasm as he sang.
Hevik finished his drink and made his way across the dance floor to the low-gee section and the knot of dancing kids. He took care to move and turn and twist, dancing his way over. He got a better look. By all the stars, it was the kid.
Hevik watched him dance as if he was the hottest thing on the floor. Apparently, more than a few of his friends thought so too, because he was carrying a tail of admirers like a comet. Hevik watched as he stretched up to kiss a pretty girl and then tumbled to hang upside down and kiss a lovely boy.
Time to show this kid how a man did things. Hevik caught the hand of one of the girls and pulled her close to dance with him a minute. He did a good job keeping the beat and enticed her into some showier moves, spinning her into a few twirls and a swing ending in a dip. She laughed and spun into his arms to let him grind against her to the orgasmic chorus as she faked, at least he thought she faked, a dozen orgasms in time to the moans. She adjusted his cock through his pants, right there on the dance floor, to something more comfortable.
By the time the next song started, Hevik had worked his way to Miho. He realized his erection was completely obvious as he reached out and grabbed Miho's shirtfront.
“This one's mine, boy,” he said as the music went into a classic call-and-response chase song. Around the floor, couples and groups faced off, ready for the old-fashioned dance.
Miho's eyebrows rose as the newly-coiffed version of Hevik took the place of a beautiful man he'd been dancing with. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes looking around for his coterie, who didn't seem to be noticing. “Aren't you a little old for this kind of party? The folk dancing club's down the street. If you would put your spectacles on, you might not have missed it.” The music began as they bowed to each other, too late to pull out of the song.
“Folk dancing ain't my style, kiddo,” Hevik shot back. “This is.”
“Sure you wouldn't prefer one of my friends?” Miho gestured to the girl Hevik had just been dancing with, who was now practically cuddling between a squat, heavy-gee brunette girl, who bounded around the dance floor, and her willowy low-gee blond boyfriend, who stood in one place and shimmied, looking exhausted early in the evening. The boy dragged himself off the floor to sit in a lower-gee part of the bar and breathe from a vapor tube.
“Just you.” Hevik lunged in, taking the aggressor's role in the hunt.
Miho took three steps to the left, as did every other prey dancer.
They kept to the old forms, not varying from the classic dance. But Hevik tried to make each move a showcase of how much he wanted Miho, every attack an expression of desire and every failed capture a heartbreak. Pretty soon, he became aware that a lot of people weren't dancing anymore, just watching the two of them. Miho had gotten into the spirit of the dance and turned every dodge into a taunt and every evasion into a flirtation.
Hevik's cock never went down and he saw Miho was having a similar problem. When, at the end of the song, the hunter caught his prey, Hevik wrapped Miho in his arms and they danced the last chorus together, as every other couple on the floor did. When the music stopped, Hevik turned Miho in his arms and yanked him in for a kiss.
He tasted the kid’s lips, but Miho didn't open and melt for him, remaining instead all fire and defiance. He twined his fist in the ponytail and yanked Miho's head back to feast on his throat. Miho pressed closer against him and thrust his hard cock against Hevik's belly even as his hands balled into fists.
Hevik chuckled and kept hold of the ponytail and one arm. “Come with me,” he said in Miho's ear. “I'll fix your little trouser problem.”
Miho nodded breathlessly and Hevik steered them from the dance floor to cheers and applause from Miho's friends. The restrooms were nearby and he shoved the door open with Miho's body, then slammed the boy against a wall in one stall and locked the door.
“Hot,” he growled and kissed Miho's ear, “fucking,” he added, biting Miho's neck as his hands worked their way down Miho's pants, “kid.”
He pinned Miho to the wall and kissed the kid, hard and hot and filthy, while he grasped that cock, a lovely cock, one that filled his hand perfectly, and yanked. He settled for shoving his own cock against Miho's body, feeling the boy's shakes as he realized just how much trouble he could be in. A moment of hesitation turned to resolution as Miho's hands relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed Hevik back.
“You look so different. Helluva dancer,” Miho said dreamily.
“Next time,” Hevik said, coming in his new pants as he shoved against Miho's body, “Next time I'll fuck you and the pretty girl.”
Miho gasped, but whether from the idea or from Hevik's hand which had just brought him off, Hevik wasn't sure. He went with the former.
