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A soft sigh of pleasure. Laertes moved his hands from those silk-clad shoulders to the other's cheeks, running his fingers down them, pulling the younger man's lips to his own. It was a kiss, not of passion, but of something... more comfortable.

In the middle of a dance floor, full of writhing, grinding, sweaty bodies that almost reeked of sex and desire, it was a simple kiss.

Laertes smiled softly. Noting a nearby stairwell, he moved towards them, hands over Samsara's to keep him there.

There, less out of the public eye, and he raised up a bit to kiss Samsara, the kiss less innocent this time.

No, this kiss was like feeding, breath stolen from Laertes, and maybe Samsara. And writhing, but this time it wasn't to any music other than the sound of Laertes' skirt rustling.

Laertes let out a startled squeak as Samsara lifted him up. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Samsara's. "You're stronger than you look." he said with a teasing grin. A hand rubbed lightly over one of the younger boy's arms. "And not a half-bad dancer, either." Not half-bad, not half-good... Laertes was secure in the knowledge Samsara would take that however he wanted to.

Another squeak. Samsara seemed to be turning Laertes into a mouse. But heh, Samsara was the one on the bottom at least. Laertes wan't a squished mouse, thanks. He reached down, tugging the skirt a bit and moving his leg so he could straddle the dark male's hips, until he was almost kneeling over him. "Why does it seem... we end back here again?" he whispered, brushing his nose over Samsara's in a little "eskimo" kiss.

Laertes grinned. "Maybe I do." he murmured. He bent his head, letting his lips trail lightly down Samsara's neck, to his collar. His tongue lapped out, leaving a damp mark on the other's neck.

Laertes gave a mock affronted look. "Me? tease? You haven't taught me that yet." He sank his teeth gently into Samsara's shoulder, trying not to laugh.

Love. Laertes felt a chill run down his spine. Had anyone called him that before? The one thing he wanted most, and this man offered it like it was nothing. So he'd take it.

He sat up, still straddling Samsara, and let his hands drift down the silk-clad chest, unbuttoning the shirt carefully. "Teach me." he whispered. "Teach me about love?" there was a look in his eyes that was vulnerable, but determined.

Laertes leaned down, drifting his lips over Samsara's. "How to express it." he murmured. His body trembled a bit, as he bent over to run his tongue over Samsara's chest, leaving slightly damp trails in its wake. "How to show someone... when I feel it." He stretched out over Samsara, letting his light body rest on the younger man's.