Private Dance

Private Dance

An Atticus & Oliver Short Story

The stereo inside the Dj Booth hummed to silence as Immortal Bloodlust's doors closed for the night. Oliver sat propped on the edge of the stage in a black lace thong and tiny black and white skull print bra. Sighing he leaned back, the cold floor tingling against his warm flesh watching the lights on the ceiling. A quiet click was heard before the Dj booth returned to life startlingly him. "I've had enough sound for one night.. can you turn that off?" Oliver protested staring up at Atticus standing above him. "The club did well tonight. You did well. Are you ok?" He responded sitting down next to his lover placing a hand on Oliver's belly. "is it ok?" Atticus quietly whispered as Oliver placed a hand over his. "Are you afraid I'll miscarry again? You worry too much." Oliver spat taking his hand away. Atticus frowned and leaned down pulling Oliver's face to him, kissing him. "Stop" Oliver pulled away but was quickly pulled into Atticus's body tightly. "Can you show me how you dance for the club?" Atticus whispered, lightly kissing his neck teasing him. 

Oliver stood up, leading Atticus to the middle of the stage with him. He placed Atticus's hand on his hips and leaning back into his body. Oliver swayed his body back and forth rubbing his body against Atticus, pushing his bottom against the growing bulge in his pants. "You're too eager. Relax, and let the beat lead you," Oliver calmly said with a smirk.  Atticus hands wandered up Oliver slim waist as he was lead towards one of the Poles. Oliver turned around and placed his hand above his hand gripping the Pole as Atticus leaned in close to kiss him. When they parted Atticus slid his hands down Oliver tiny frame until he was on his knees in front of him. Atticus gently placed a kiss on the barely stretched and exposed skin. He closed his eyes, silently worshipping Oliver's body before standing up again. Atticus kissed Oliver roughly, groping his face urgently. "I Love you, You know that, right?" Atticus said attempting to read his wild lover's aura. But Oliver's mind raced with erotic thoughts as he leaned his forehead against Atticus's. "You know, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Oliver's smirked before embracing Atticus. The two slid to the floor, kissing each other passionately until Oliver was left seated in Atticus's lap. Oliver slid his panties to the side, rubbing his clit without breaking eye contact. Even if he couldn't see him, he gave him that respect. Oliver's aura changed to a firey pink as Atticus kissed him again. He undid the belt on his shorts and stroked his now painfully erect cock. Oliver pushed Atticus back against the floor, straddling him and rubbing his soaked pussy against his cock. As he leaned down kissing him again, he adjusted so when he sat back down Atticus would penetrate him. He moaned with need as he was filled. Atticus watched as Oliver's aura danced above him, pleasuring him, loving him. Oliver lifted himself up and down, faster and needier. Loud moans escaping his lips, and Atticus couldn't hold it anymore. He gripped Oliver's hips tightly, thrusting back up into him until he came. He felt his cum slide down his shaft as it leaked out of Oliver's tight pussy. Oliver moaned softly into Atticus's ear as he collapsed against his chest. "You're a good dance partner," Oliver smirked and closed his eyes.