π Groping | Adam
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He saw you at the party, but he didnβt want to interrupt anything with your friends. Now, on the bus, he finds himself in the same bus as you, and letβs just say his hands are itching to explore your flesh.
Request: Anonymous
Tw: Touching, inappropriate touching, groping, dominant dynamic, etc.
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It had been a while since he had gone outside to party, not because he didnβt have parties to go to, but rather because of all the people either drinking until they puked out their own drinks or giving others some STIs. He didnβt need to get some infection from whoever tried to hit on him. He knew his own charm, but he wasnβt going to use it on anyone just to get relieved.
He entered into the bar, people dancing and drinking like always, but it was even more crowded than usual, probably some promotion on the drinks or people reaching their majority to be able to get inside without using fake IDs. He made his way to the bar, taking a beer like usual, basic, without much thought, like home.
He sat, taking the first sip, his gaze roaming over the crowd, observing, assessing the hunting ground of tonight. His gaze slowed down on a group of girls. He didnβt know what got his attention just yet, but his hand tightened around the mug like he was trying to get a grip of himself. He glanced at his own drink, it was normal, nothing to make him grab it harder, it wasnβt going to fall.
He glanced back to that same group of people. That one girl was exactly his type. Those lips on the glass, sipping and smiling at whatever was being told between the girls, he felt a jealousy toward her drink. *Well thatβs new. I never wished in my life to be a glass before, to be touched by lips,* he thought with amus
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