Honey, you can't handle me, I'll have you singing an aria before you come. [too blunt? Maybe. This is just fucking around, he tells himself, and that's why the moment the door closes in them in the dingy bathroom Elliot wastes zero time letting his lips collide messily with Ryan's as he physically picks him up and places him on the sink.

He's driven by greed and hunger and pure indulgence, tongue forcing Ryan's mouth open already, hand already undoing the first button on his pants. Fuck it.

Someone walks in, whistles band tells something Barbour THE starchild getting some, and Elliot waves a hand behind him to shut the guy up, who simple checks his makeup and leaves. ]