Bennett can't shake the feeling that Luke was up to something.
Tonight, Luke had applied Bennett's makeup with a sensual touch, an intimacy that would normally rile them both into a quickie.
But there was no quickie tonight, and Bennett tried not to dwell on that as Luke pressed against his back, slowly grinding to the beat of the music that filled the air around them. He pushed right back, relishing in how Luke's large hands slid up onto his waist.
"You're making me hard," Luke says lowly into Bennett's ear, having gently pulled the short locks back.
Bennett swallows a needy whine, steeling himself. He turns to face his boyfriend, eyes dark with desire. The urge to act up, to be a complete brat, is hard to suppress. Luke can see how Bennett frowns - he can see how worked up he is. Bordering on needy.
"Luke," the shorter man begins, then swallows thickly.
Bennett shifted so he could cup Luke's dick through the tight leather pants without anyone seeing.
"Let me help you out with this." It sounded more like a question, as if seeking permission, but Bennett hoped it'll yield the results he needed.
Luke arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugged at his painted lips. He gently removed Bennett's hand, grasping it firmly on his own.
"Such a needy little cockslut," Luke teased; Bennett's cock twitched, even though his suspicions are fully proven at this point.
The long haired goth gently leads his boyfriend through the throbbing mass of bodies. Bennett bites back the obvious question of where they're headed - Luke wouldn't hear him anyway.
They go into the bathroom where Luke tugs Bennett into the second-furthest stall. Bennett's mouth opens to ask what he's up to, but Luke was on him way too quickly.
He pushed Bennett against the wall to the furthest stall and kissed him deeply. Bennett melts into the kiss, letting his boyfriend's tongue invade his mouth without hesitation.
While they kiss, Luke raps his knuckles on the stall wall. Bennett hardly notices, his attention diverted to Luke's hands deftly undoing his zipper, letting the baggy pants pool around his ankles, then pulling his thong aside.
"I hope you were wearing your plug today like a good boy," Luke purrs, his digits prodding at Bennett's hole.
Bennett bites back a whine, he didn't, and Luke slowly shook his head while clicking his tongue.
"You will regret not following orders!"