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Bobby entered the Club with his date. Who walked them over to a seat at the bar. Buddy had been having a good night so far. His date was quiet though and sometimes unresponsive. His date said not to worry and that it was just from nerves. Bobby, like an idiot, believed them.
Bobby turned around, beginning to order a drink. When he turned back around, his date was gone. Bobby kicked himself, feeling disappointed. He swallowed the two drinks in his hand, turned around and ordered more.
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Crowley thinks he’s an up standing citizen. However, he’s not stupid. So, when he sees a relatively attractive man, in his opinion, get dumped he feels bad. Of course, he doesn’t say anything. Ain’t his business too. However after about two hours of watching the man drink himself blind He.
He can’t anymore. He was just about to approach the man, when he stood up. Crowley watches him, his eyes looking the stranger up and down. Slowly, the man turned, making his way to the dance floor. Crowley followed him.
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Bobby was several beers in and well. He had been this drunk before, but that was when he had trusted people to help him. His head was foggy, and he felt light headed. He stumbled to his feet, needing.
Needing.
He paused, watching the dance floor. Fuck it. He decided instead that what he needed at that moment was to dance. Bobby walks onto the dance floor, and begins swaying side to side. Slowly getting into the groove of the music, and begins waving his arms too.
Crowley saunters behind him on the dance floor, his eyes fixed on Bobby. As Bobby sways, clearly inebriated, Crowley slides up behind him. Bobby noticed the man behind him, but doesn’t object. Too drunk to sence any sort of danger.
Crowley chuckled low in his throat, his hands splaying out over Bobby’s stomach possessively. “You’re drunk,” He breathed against Bobby’s neck, his fangs aching to drop and sink into the man’s tender neck. Bobby laughed, “That’s the point, stranger. I basically got just got dumped,”
Crowley’s grip tightened slightly, his voice taking on a harder edge. “Well, their loss is my gain, isn’t it?” He ground his hips against Bobby’s backside suggestively.
Bobby’s breath hitched as he felt the stanger grinding back, “Fuck- I uh, yeah. I guess so.” Crowley nipped at Bobby’s neck playfully, his hands sliding down to the man’s hips, pulling him closer. “Good,” He muttered, his breath hot against the other. Bobby let out a shaky breathing, bitting his lip. He started grinding against the stranger, feeling the man’s dick harden.
Crowley hissed softly, his fingers digging into Bobby’s hips as he pushed back against him. “You’re so warm,” He let out a soft moan, nuzzling Bobby’s neck. Bobby smirked, feeling confident, “Oh yeah? How warm, baby?”
Crowley’s voice took on a darker, more predatory edge. “Warm enough that I want to spread you open and sink my teeth into you,” He ran his hands up Bobby’s sides, his thumbs brushing against his belly. “Fuck! That sounds,” Bobby paused, smirking. He moved his head back, moaning in the man’s ear. “Hot,”
Crowley groaned softly, his hands tightening on Bobby’s waist. He buried his face in the crook of Bobby's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He could hear Bobby's heart pounding in his chest, and his own thirst grew stronger. “Come home with me,”
“Why?” Bobby teased lightly, “I’m not done dancing, baby,” He swiftly moved his ass, teasing the other. Crowley growled, his patience wearing thin. “I can show you a night you won’t forget, despite the alcohol you’ve had.” Bobby chuckled, and turned his head. He lightly kissed the other’s cheek.
“As you wish, then,” He smoothly said, “Name’s Bobby, by the way. Yours?” The other was silent, then he chuckled. “Crowley,” Bobby smirked, “Good. Now I know whose name to scream.” He let the other drag him off the dance floors.