Devious.

Lusty.

Eager.

His eyes were almost unnoticed behind the misty fog, peering through at him with a smirk on his handsome face.

Moist.

Luscious.

Tempting.

He licked his lips slowly, mouthing the words to the song as he watched the other man show off his body. Curved into a permanent smirk, his lips were unmistakably talented, the way they moved.

Relaxed.

Toned.

Dominant.

Sitting back in his chair, the man watching seemed to be at home. His legs spread, leaning far back, arms crossed his chest lazily. Everything about him was powerful, screaming to take control of any willing submissive partner.

Perfect.

Clean.

Untamed.

A gentle that wore his hair the way this voyeur wore his was seen low class. But, this man was classy with the way he wore his shoulder length dark hair. It was messy, but so perfect at the same time.

Need.

Desire.

Submit.

It's what Remus wanted to do. Thinking as he moved down the stage towards the steps, moving slowly over to the mystery man. His body anxious to melt into this man's, to be controlled by him. Remus wanted to be bent over the nearest table by this man, he wanted to be fucked raw by him.

Awkward.

Newbie.

Virgin.

Sirius sat with his smirk, watching the man, no older than 21, move towards him. His body wasn't a teenager boys, but not quite yet a mans. He seemed eager to be introduced, to be seated on his growing erection.

Curious.

Creative.

Naïve.

The younger man had no idea what hit him with lips connected with his. He never felt the harsh grip Sirius put on his wrists when he moaned into his mouth. Sirius smiled into their kiss, sitting up more as he grabbed Remus around the waist, pressing him closer.

Alone.

Mystery.

New.

The two strangers sat in a private booth, hands exploring new and unfamiliar areas. Both loving every second of it, kissing harder and thrusting towards each other with more enthusiasm.

"You a virgin?"

A simple question that made Remus's hands shake and his head spine, he was so used to the question.

"Yes."
Remus whispered hotly into Sirius's ear, not sure if his words or actions made the older man groan.

Hot.

Sweaty.

Bliss.

Remus never felt anything so wonderful. Never thought a few fingers could ever bring him over the edge, panting and moaning for more.

Sirius never thought he'd ever have the pleasure of popping a man's cherry. Never in his life found something so sexy as a man in his lap, riding his fingers so orgasmic.

Beautiful.

Significant..

Loving.

If it weren't for them both being strangers in a private booth of a gay strip bar…the sex they had would've been something they found remember able.

Remus would've smiled instead of cried about his first time.

Sirius would've laughed instead of died inside when he thought about it.

Instead, both never saw each other again.

Regret.

Hate.

Disgusted.