“Slut,” Vlad mouthed.
Sebastian, who never looked away from him, smiled wider, his eyes slipping shut as the other man cupped the bulge under Sebastian’s jeans.
Vlad didn’t realize he was moving until he found himself halfway to the pair.
Before he could think twice, he was yanking Sebastian out of the man’s arms.
“What the fuck, mate?” the guy yelled over the music.
Vlad ignored him. “You done?” he growled into Sebastian’s ear.
“Done what?” Sebastian said. “Let go of my arm.”
“Proving to me that other men want you. This is fucking pathetic.”
Sebastian scowled at him. “Get your head out of your ass, you self-centered prick. I’m not proving anything to you. I’m here to get laid. Now let go of my arm and kindly fuck off.”
Vlad glared at him.
Sebastian glared back, his neck covered in marks that made Vlad’s fists clench. Slut, slut, slut, beat in his ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so mad, for no good reason.
“Get lost, mate,” the other guy said, trying to pull Sebastian back to him. He failed, of course. Vlad pulled Sebastian closer, fingers digging into Sebastian’s side under the shirt.
“Is he your boyfriend or something?” the guy said, scowling at Vlad’s arm around Sebastian’s waist.
“Yes,” Vlad lied, just to get rid of the annoying fucker.
“No!” Sebastian said. “He’s no one!”
The man shot him a skeptical look. “Sorry, I’m here to have fun, not to get involved with whatever the fuck this is.” And he disappeared into the crowd.
“Urgh,” Sebastian said, glowering at him, before dragging Vlad off the dance floor. His jaw set, he pulled Vlad toward the nearest unoccupied restroom, yanked Vlad inside and locked the door. Then he turned around and punched Vlad in the gut. It was clumsy and inexperienced, but it took Vlad by surprise.
“Care to explain yourself?” Sebastian growled. “What did you do that for?”
Vlad crossed his arms over his chest. “Because you looked desperate and pathetic.”
“I didn’t.” Sebastian lifted his chin and pursed his lips. “But even if I did, what is it to you? Why are you behaving like—like some old-fashioned father protecting the virtue of his little girl?”
Vlad opened his mouth and closed it.
The truth was, he had no reasonable explanation for his behavior. He just knew that watching Sebastian being groped by that man disgusted him. Hell, he still felt disgusted as he looked at the red love bites on Sebastian’s pale neck.
“You two were fucking gross,” Vlad said. “Grinding like perverts.”
Sebastian lifted his fist, clenching and unclenching it. “I swear to God, I’ve never been so tempted to become violent until I met you.”
Vlad snorted. “Sorry, buddy. I’m a poor choice to become violent with.”
A muscle started working in Sebastian’s cheek. “So sure I can’t hurt you?”
“You can’t,” Vlad said. He wasn’t at all smug; it was just a statement of the fact.
But apparently Sebastian took it as smugness, because he made a frustrated, angry noise and swung his fist toward Vlad’s jaw.
Vlad caught it and shoved him against the door easily. Catching Sebastian’s other flailing wrist, he pinned them together above their heads.
“Fuck you!” Sebastian growled, bucking and all but hissing like a feral cat. “I hate you, hate you, hate you—”
Vlad slammed his mouth onto Sebastian’s neck, teeth sinking and lips sucking over the red mark there.
Sebastian made a startled noise before it turned into a long moan.
Fuck, his skin felt amazing and the way he smelled…Vlad needed to bite him there, needed to fuck that pale neck up, needed to replace the marks with his. That need pulsed through his body, making his head spin, and he sucked harder, hard and fast, and he needed—he needed—he—
He ground his hips against Sebastian’s and heard a groan—he wasn’t sure whose, but soon it didn’t matter, because they were rutting like fucking animals, like horny teenagers, low inhuman noises leaving their mouths as they rubbed their clothed cocks together. It wasn’t enough.
Vlad fumbled between their bodies with his free hand, making a growl of frustration when Sebastian’s stupid jeans refused to be pulled down. Finally, he yanked them down, making Sebastian yelp.
“Hurts, you asshole!”
“If you weren’t wearing slutty jeans two sizes too small, it wouldn’t have,” Vlad shot back, before shoving Sebastian to face the wall. He latched onto the soft, delicious-smelling skin at Sebastian’s nape and fumbled with his own zipper.
They both groaned when Vlad pushed his leaking cock against Sebastian’s crack. Vlad looked down, watching in fascination the perfect globes of Sebastian’s ass. His red cock looked obscene and filthy against it.
“You aren’t fucking me dry,” Sebastian said hoarsely.
Fucking him?
The mere thought jolted through Vlad’s body, clearing some of the lust-induced fog from his brain.
What the hell was he doing?
“Here,” Sebastian said, pulling something out of his pocket. Only when Vlad noticed that Sebastian’s hands were free, he realized where his own were. They were gripping Sebastian’s hips, thumbs kneading his silky-soft, lush buttocks greedily.