MERMAID MOTEL | PHAN

! two !

1991
2/6

the song continued to play, but no lyrics were being sung in dan's honey sweet voice. instead, the brunet smiled a little at the man sat before him, and took the money that he held out to slip it into his garter. there were a few cries of disappointment and "a waste of fucking money" as dan took the man with the ocean eyes by the hand, and lead him away from the stage and the harsh strobe lights
of the stage. with his high heels clanking, dan took him into a dimly lit side room, which had a couch of deep violet velvet and the faint trace of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

the man didn't wait to be asked, and sat down on the couch as he continued to smoking the cigarette now stained red with dan's lipstick.

if you didn't know, you'd think it was blood.

"thirty, huh?" dan asked, with a sort of quiet tease to his voice, as he took the money from his garter to set it down on the table. "you really think i'm worth that much, huh?"

he settled himself in the man's lap, and took the cigarette from his mouth to take a drag. the man laughed softly, but didn't reply, simply watching dan smoke with that same look in his eyes; his gaze was intense, but without the usual hunger dan had gotten used to seeing.

it was...different.

once dan had got up to stub out his cigarette on a table almost swallowed by the lack of proper light, he walked back over with his heels clicking to stand with his legs either side of the man's, his bare skin rubbing black denim through the fishnets that reached his mid-thigh. dan was a natural at this now, so he knew all the little touches that can really get people going like the back of his hand; he squeezed his thighs together a little, just pressing against the man's legs, and did that lip bite that had the crowds going wild whilst not getting lipstick on his teeth.

the man's stare may have been...different...but his touch was on a whole different level. the way he trailed his fingers up the backs of dan's legs is as if the brunet before his is an angel, as if made of the most delicate bone china. dan couldn't help but shiver, and couldn't help but be surprised that he didn't have to exaggerate it, not even a little. dan got so caught up in the feel of the man's fingers up his legs, the feel of them across the mesh of his black fishnets, that he almost forgot what the money on the table had been given to him for.

he almost felt as if he had paid him.

the siderroom walls were thin, so they could both hear the cheers of the crowds at the next act and hear the change in music. the new song has a good beat, faster than dan's, so the brunet positioned himself better ether side of the man's thighs and started to slowly and tantalisingly swing his hips. he did it slow as they went back, then snapped them forwards to brush the man's crotch. the low moan he gave reminded dan of the taste of dark chocolate, and he couldn't deny that he's enjoying this a little more than usual.

it was that touch.

"what's your name, sunshine?" dan asked, his voice a whisper as he ground his hips in time with the music, squeezing his thighs together every once in a while and raking his lavender nails through that liquorice dark hair.

"phil," the man said, seemingly having to drag his gaze away from dan. it was as if he were entranced by him, by the way his body moved, sat with his hands on either of dan's hips as he leant forwards to suck deep violet hickeys over his bare waist. dan moaned through his teeth and ground his hips harder, trying not to get lost in it and keep in time to the music, trying to be a tease, but the feeling of being wanted like this was new to him; it was hard not to just forget the money, forget where he was and enjoy it.