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[Well, he certainly believes that. Immediately there's a sharp gasp as Elliot's hand starts moving, followed by a slight little whimper that comes from feeling hot breath against his skin. This went from flirting to serious in a matter of seconds and he doesn't regret one second of it. His hips shift, trying to thrust further into Elliot's hand for more friction as he bites on his lower lip. So much for just not laying there.]

...promise? [There's a shaky little smug look, a sign that he's not completely going down without a fight.] Sounds like a bunch of pretty big words to me.

There's a lot of things here we're dealing with that are big.

[ He needs to stop the snark, he know he does, but the second glove is going off and he dips it in his own pants, getting them both off. And why the fuck not? It's hot, looking at Ryan against the bathroom mirror, on the ledge with those ungodly cheek bones jutting out just so.

Oh, fuck. He's definitely attractive and Elliot can't help himself, moving to kiss along his neck, bending over to get a better hand on Ryan's cock and to whisper things in his ear. ]

C'mon, baby, tell me you want it.

[It doesn't help that his eyes drop down to where Elliot's hands are and he's blatantly watching him get both of them off. It's talent, to say the least, and he's not even bothering to shy away from Elliot's mouth or hands, his own hands holding him up by resting on the sides of the sink.

Truthfully, the snark was what kept this as light and normal as possible for Ryan but at this rate he's gone from "amused" to "insanely turned on" in three seconds flat. ]

You want me to beg for it? [He's trying to sound incredulous, but it's hard when he's biting back little groans every time Elliot's hand moves in a particular way over his cock.] You're not giving me a whole lot of incentive here. [And actually, he's moving suddenly, grateful he's as flexible as he is as he leans forward to nudge his hand into Elliot's pants and close around the other's hand to stroke in time with his movements.]

[ There it is--Elliot makes a hitched noise, nostrils flaring, and he lets out an almost musical hum. He's grinding up against his hand and Ryan's letting the slightly domineering demeanor falter for a few seconds. ]

You're the one on you're back. [ not quite. Still, Elliot shivers and leans forward, smirking between the other's neck. ]

[He's pretty satisfied with that reaction, grinning to himself as he tightens his grip and moves his hand at a little bit of a faster pace and hopes that Elliot gets what he's trying to say. Keep up, Starchild. He looks over his shoulder at the mirror behind them before locking his eyes with Elliot's again, purposefully leaning back a little further.]

And I think I'm exactly where you want me so why should I beg for anything? [There's a higher hum in the back of his throat, causing him to pause and drop out of character again.] Shit, do that again.

'Cause it'll make you even hotter. [ryan's hum is almost musical and it sends shivers down Elliot's spine. He can't help but laugh, excited and hot and heavy and he speeds up, thumbing the tip of Ryan's cock. He'll do it again and more, if Ryan keeps making that noise. ]

Holy shit, don't stop...[It's hard to say if Ryan's acting or if he's serious, but judging by the fact that his breathing's hitched again it's most likely the latter. He's doing his best to keep up with all of Elliot's movements, fingers tightening again over Elliot's cock and head tilting to try and catch his mouth again. His hips are wriggling to try and get out of his pants and allow more movement but that's not really working out too well and even if he can't get his mouth on Elliot's all he's accomplishing is moaning in his ear.] Please?

[ It's not quite a whine but Ryan's letting out something that just makes Elliot's inner musician absolutely delighted. It's hard to concentrate, though, both his own and Ryan's on his crotch, and that little big and whine, and Eliot finds his hips bucking hard as he comes almost at the same time as Ryan. Semen fills his hand and, breathing heavily, hair somehow looking perfectly in place but his eyeliner a little off from sweating, he dips his head and kisses Ryan rather gently on the jaw. ]

See? [ He's out of breath and a little red in the face, but he pulls up his hand and licks at his index finger suggestively before flicking the tap on on the other side of Ryan. ] Fun.

[He's pretty sure the loud smack that echoes in the bathroom is from his head hitting the mirror as he throws it back, hips tilting up and gasping groan spilling from his lips as he releases into Elliot's hand. It's been a while since anyone else has touched him (too long, embarrassingly enough) and he's pretty sure it's pathetic that he didn't last long...but then again, Elliot didn't last much longer. He doesn't move as the other kisses his jaw but he's careful to remove his hand from Elliot's hand, cautiously poking his tongue out to lick one of his fingers.

It's not pleasant, but it's not horrible either. Instead he just slips his hand under the running water as he works to catch his breath, ragged little grin on his face.]

All right...you were right. [He's still watching his hand, rinsing it off.] Glad I said yes?

[ Elliot laughs, as usual, but it's incredibly breathy as he tries to steady himself, disappearing into a stall and pulling a few bits of toilet paper to clean both of their pants up. He washes his hands again, before scooting over to the mirror and pulling out what can only be described as a small leather purse. Gucci, bitch.

Still, he's already got his eyeliner out and a few mini wipes so he can fix the damage the sweat has done, hmmming softly at himself. ]

I guess, if I really had to think about it. [ He's teasing, though, and as he's bent over to get a better look at himself in the mirror he gives out a half-gasp. ] Oh, God, you know that was sarcasm, right?

[Ryan still doesn't actually move from the sink, head starting to swim a little as the alcohol catches up and the gravity of the situation sets in. He doesn't seem to be upset, though mostly confused what comes next. He shifts a little, zipping his jeans back up and turning to face Elliot as he watches him reapply his make-up. He rolls his eyes at the comment.]

Yes I know that was sarcasm. I'm a performer. I have to be fluent in sarcasm if I want to survive here. [He hums, arms loosely wrapped around his stomach as he readjusts his clothes again, hat included.]

What time is it?

Time for us to go dance again. [ Elliot's answer is casual, flippant, and after a brief bit of lip gloss he puckers his lips in the mirror, makes a funny face, and then turns to talk to Ryan.

He desperately hopes he hasn't fucked up and that Ryan's had casual encounters before.

Shit. What did he say earlier? He hadn't done this sort of stuff before? Maybe just shit in public...?

Oh, fuck. Elliot desperately hoped he didn't mess this one up.]

Only if I get another mai tai. [He's strangely serious about that, but he's sliding off of the sink, patting Elliot on the cheek as he heads toward the bathroom door.

He's trying not to let himself be unsettled by the fact that this just happened. But there's a first time for everything and Elliot's done this before. He can't make this a big deal because if he does, Elliot will. So he just looks over his shoulder, shooting him a flirty little wink before opening the door and already begins dancing his way to the bar. It's up to Elliot if he follows but he'll be back to the dancefloor once he has another drink in-hand.]

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