Brian held Justin firmly by his hips as they swayed on the dance floor, his mouth latched to Justin's neck, in that special spot that he knew made Justin instantly hard.
Justin groaned, leaning his head, allowing Brian more access.
"I've been thinking. Keeping me around was a really wise decision."
"What are you babbling about?"
"Well, when we're on the dance floor together, we look hot. Everyone knows that!"
"So, everyone also knows that you dance for shit."
Brian shrugged with a smirk. "And?"
"Impossible as it may seem, I make you look more beautiful."
"Backroom," Brian growled.
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