Chanyeol didn't think he would find anything to sooth his bleeding, broken heart, but then there was Baekhyun standing on the side of the road.

“Let's go dancing.” Baekhyun somehow found himself humming as he curled his fingers around the loops of Chanyeol’s belt, bringing him closer with a light of submission in his eyes, as if screaming to be taken.

And Chanyeol smirked maliciously, already liking that gaze:

“I thought you didn't like music.” He teased, putting his hands on Baekhyun’s shoulders, swaying their bodies slowly.

“I don't.” He s his arms around Chanyeol's waist, slowly oh so slowly coming even closer. “But I might like you a bit more than how strangers like each other.” He said, tilting his head back as his tongue innocently tasted his own lower lip.

“We're not exactly strangers, you know I'm an adult, and you know I don't like music.”

That tongue was playing with his sanity, Chanyeol decided.

“I don't know your name though.” The dainty fingers roamed up his chest, then down, then up again, so excruciatingly slowly, so delightfully painfully playing with Chanyeol’s self-restrain.

“Park Chanyeol, baby.” He bent down, breath blowing on Baekhyun’s bangs a ravishing his mind in the process. “Memorize it because I think you'll have to scream it all night long.”

“You think so?” Baekhyun took another step and his body pressed against the other's one, letting no space for air to come in between them.

“I'm sure of it.” He husked.

“Then let's go dancing.”

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