[Rem]

"...Is that so...?" Eric's too-bright emerald gaze slid down almost lazily to meet Michael's and he gripped the other tightly at the waist suddenly, directing him in a spin as they moved around the dance floor, melding with the other swirling throng of dancers. They moved through the crowd like water, Eric proving himself a surprisingly proficient ballroom dancer, knowing just when to spin Michael out, pull him back, lead him in loops and whorls across the floor, his skirts trailing around them like swirling pools of water.

"But could those...what, dozens...? High double digits we're talkin here...?" His tone was a feigned disinterest, but the smirk on his lips belied his intentions. "Yeah, maybe they could do that. But could they--" at the edge of the dance floor he suddenly spun Michael out far and then jerked him close, closer than proper, hands pausing above the swell of his ass, close enough to feel the hard form of his body against the shorter male even through his fancy suit. The vampire's lips were suddenly pressed, hot and wet against the boy's ear -- Eric had fed just an hour before and he was almost feverish to the touch. "Can they make you want it...as much as I do....?"