06-21-2018, 07:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2018, 07:32 PM by Wyatt the Swift.)
This is my story so if you don't like don't read. Constructive criticism only plox.
Mickey’s hand accidentally brushed against Gilgamesh’s. The loud music of the room clouded their thoughts and the spark that they felt was both frightening and intriguing.
Yu Kanda glanced over, noticed the electricity bouncing between the two kings, and dragged Mickey away. “Mickey, girl,” the swordsman said, “Don’t do it. He’s a total dick.”
“Piss off, Kanda,” Mickey protested, spinning around and sauntering back toward Gilgamesh.
“You look amazing,” Gilgamesh said, with a smouldering look in his eyes, stroking Mickey’s remaining ear.
“Thanks, pal,” Mickey smiled coyly. He didn’t know how Karl Jak had turned the arena into a dance floor so suddenly, but in this moment, he was thankful. He chugged the rest of his whiskey neat and grabbed Gilgamesh’s hand, pulling him seductively to the dance floor as the music changed to a bass-heavy hip hop song.
Dancing to the rhythm of Rihanna's hit song “S&M”, their bodies subconsciously grew closer as the night went on. An accidental graze here and there became hands on hips (an incredible feat, since it required Gilgamesh to dance on his knees) and chests pressed close together. Suddenly the final call lights flooded the room, shocking both Kings. Mickey had a disappointed look written all over his face, but Gilgamesh was not done with this night.
The Golden King grabbed Mickey’s hand and placed it on his bare chest. Suddenly, he was thankful for the beam of yellow light that had destroyed his breastpiece. Mickey’s fingers traced the hot, burnt skin of the Diablo brand, and he bit his lip. It was very warm, but the fire in his little mouse loins burned more.
Mickey’s hand accidentally brushed against Gilgamesh’s. The loud music of the room clouded their thoughts and the spark that they felt was both frightening and intriguing.
Yu Kanda glanced over, noticed the electricity bouncing between the two kings, and dragged Mickey away. “Mickey, girl,” the swordsman said, “Don’t do it. He’s a total dick.”
“Piss off, Kanda,” Mickey protested, spinning around and sauntering back toward Gilgamesh.
“You look amazing,” Gilgamesh said, with a smouldering look in his eyes, stroking Mickey’s remaining ear.
“Thanks, pal,” Mickey smiled coyly. He didn’t know how Karl Jak had turned the arena into a dance floor so suddenly, but in this moment, he was thankful. He chugged the rest of his whiskey neat and grabbed Gilgamesh’s hand, pulling him seductively to the dance floor as the music changed to a bass-heavy hip hop song.
Dancing to the rhythm of Rihanna's hit song “S&M”, their bodies subconsciously grew closer as the night went on. An accidental graze here and there became hands on hips (an incredible feat, since it required Gilgamesh to dance on his knees) and chests pressed close together. Suddenly the final call lights flooded the room, shocking both Kings. Mickey had a disappointed look written all over his face, but Gilgamesh was not done with this night.
The Golden King grabbed Mickey’s hand and placed it on his bare chest. Suddenly, he was thankful for the beam of yellow light that had destroyed his breastpiece. Mickey’s fingers traced the hot, burnt skin of the Diablo brand, and he bit his lip. It was very warm, but the fire in his little mouse loins burned more.