Obert was busy texting on his phone, leaning against a lamppost and waiting on Rasmus to join him. It wasn't often that they got to go out together, so he was pretty excited about it. The tussle of curls on his head was unkempt as always, bouncing around as he bebopped to the music from the club. Because of his intention for the night he had a low V-neck white t-shirt of paper thin fabric that left nothing of his musculature to the imagination, over that was a dark brown weathered leather jacket, and of course the tightest pair of jeans the man could find. There were rips here and there but that only helped him sell his look, well at least to Obert. Tilting his head back he sighed and pursed his lips watching as people went in and out of the club, there were...opportunities he would have to explore later. For now though, he just surveyed the area to see where Ras was.
Ras was usually pretty punctual unless he couldn't decide on an outfit to wear for the night. In which case he had to tear his closet apart to find the right outfit and have a diva melt down when nothing seemed right! He finally decided on something and left his apartment, leaving a note for Si even though he'd text his roomie anyway. He's find his way to Obert with his phone lifted, texting and deftly moving through the crowds on the sidewalks, managing never to walk into someone. He'd left the apartment in dark skinny jeans, rolled up at the ankle with low boots and a thin white tee with the sleeves rolled as well. Some bauble on lace bounced against his chest and he had on his thin black suspenders attached to a studded belt. His was longer than he normally kept it and the dark waves were styled into a curl pushed to the side of his forehead.
He finished texting whoever he'd been typing to rapid fire and shoved the phone in his back pocket, smiling at his brother. "Obert." Ras leaned in to cheek each of his brother's cheeks and smiled.
He finished texting whoever he'd been typing to rapid fire and shoved the phone in his back pocket, smiling at his brother. "Obert." Ras leaned in to cheek each of his brother's cheeks and smiled.
A bright smile cut across his face when he saw Ras and he tossed his head in the man's direction, one hand sliding back to pocket his phone. "Rasmus, you're unusually behind schedule." There was a grin in his voice though as his cheeks were kissed.
He tossed his head towards the club, "Ready for some fun? There are some...fascinating folks inside." Licking his lips he pushed off the lamppost and into Ras' personal space, "I like the belt, might have to steal that sometime." He winked and grinned broadly at him, he may very well have to snatch that studded piece of leather.
He tossed his head towards the club, "Ready for some fun? There are some...fascinating folks inside." Licking his lips he pushed off the lamppost and into Ras' personal space, "I like the belt, might have to steal that sometime." He winked and grinned broadly at him, he may very well have to snatch that studded piece of leather.
Ras huffed and looked up at the sky beseechingly. "I had a wardrobe battle." He slipped his arm through Obert's when the man came away from the lamp post and leaned against him. "You may borrow, Obert. No stealing or you'll lose a hand." He said it jokingly with a grin, but Ras loved his clothing! "Or, you'll have to take it off me with a promise of something in return?" THe grin turned sly and he raised a brow, giving Obert a sidelong glance. He laughed lightly though this time he was not joking and would follow Obert toward the door.
Obert laughed, "Well, next time call me. I always have a way to beat wardrobe issues." He waggled his eye brows and accepted Ras' arm with a smirk. Well then again when it came to that belt his eyes fell down to it and that tongue snuck out across his lips once more. "I think that sort of arrangement could be acceptable. I'd have to get a taste of what you had to offer first though, you know, I never agree to anything without a preview." His eyes pulled away and he slipped inside where the building was pumping with music, energy, and Obert's favorite spirits. The whole place practically washed over him and he chittered softly with excitement, "Ohhhh look at it Rasmus, fit for kings."
"Before you took me out? Do you think I'm easy?" He pouted a bit, but really Ras was easier than easy. He caught Obert looking down and leaned a bit so shirt hem was not hiding the accessory. "Any time, sweet. The invitation is always open." There was a playful wink before they got inside and Ras sucked in a breath through his teeth. He was experiencing a different sort of feeling wash over him from the excess of feelings clouding the club and he felt a boost to his system. Obert could probably feel him start to purr softly. "Good thing we're foreign royalty." He placed another hot kiss on Obert's cheek and waded into the room, sauntering to the bar with a sway in his hips, grabbing Obert's hand as he went.
Obert laughed, "Well...I'm not that big of a jerk. Of course I'd take you out first." He tilted his head in and made to bump Ras' with his forehead gently. It was his other side bleeding through, but he couldn't help himself. "Well...I might just have to find myself accepting that invitation soon huh?"
Squeezing Ras' arm he chittered again, "Oh yes, I do believe we'll have to find someone to rule eh?" The kiss made him grin and he took that hand, swayed his hips as he walked, and moved with hurried excitement.
Squeezing Ras' arm he chittered again, "Oh yes, I do believe we'll have to find someone to rule eh?" The kiss made him grin and he took that hand, swayed his hips as he walked, and moved with hurried excitement.
"Tonight, perhaps?" It was whispered against Obert's ear after the kiss and then he was off. The ruling comment got a nod and a wide grin. Ras was all delighted to be out in this place. The people made him nearly giddy even if he never showed it and when he get to the bar he slipped into an open space to order himself and Obert a drink. He liked fruity girly drinks and was actually quite a lightweight drunk; Obert was free to order for himself. Ras got himself a red headed slut because he loved the name more than the taste and he'd wait, draped on Obert.
When Rasmus whispered that Obert couldn't help himself but run a hand down the man's back, "Mmmhmmm." He didn't mind watching Ras go to the bar and when he came up beside him he made sure their hips were touching. Obert was more the hard liquor type and ordered an Old Fashioned, of course he didn't mind having fruity things but not to start off with.
Tilting his head in he brushed his nose across Rasmus' ear before nipping it softly while they waited for their drinks. Though Obert's eyes were tracking the crowd, adding together what he saw and looking for something...special.
Tilting his head in he brushed his nose across Rasmus' ear before nipping it softly while they waited for their drinks. Though Obert's eyes were tracking the crowd, adding together what he saw and looking for something...special.
Ras just loved when Obert was in his personal space. He made sure they were always touching in some way and just his hip out a bit more. His low rumbling purr intensified with the nip and he turned to look at Obert, rubbing his nose against the other man's. Obert wasn't looking, but he didn't care. He stole a kiss anyway, a quick one before their drinks were on the counter. He grabbed his and sipped at it, twisting to lean against the counter and look into the crowd. "See anything worth conquering, cher frere?" Ras slipped his hand into Obert's back pocket while he looked.
Obert's attention was brought back with the rumbling purr and the corners of his mouth curled up into mischievous grin. One which he held even while that kiss was stolen, something he didn't object and had no problem adding a little pressure to it. When their drinks arrived he took his and leaned into Ras so they could both watch the crowd, Obert had someone in his sights...curly haired and dark his head inclined in that direction. With his tongue sliding across his lips he glanced sidelong at Rasmus, "That one, he looks like fun. What do you think?"
Ras felt the alcohol go to his head almost immediately. The fun of being a light weight! He drank a good portion of his drink down and locked his vision on the figure Obert was scoping out. He squeezed Obert's butt quickly before taking his hand back and knocking back the rest of his drink. He felt extra giddy now with all the lustful emotions running about the place and the alcohol. He bit his lower lip watching the guy dance and made a mmmf sound. "I think we should go dance with him? Non?" His grin widened, showing teeth and he slipped in to nip at Obert this time.
Obert made a noise somewhere between a chirp and a squeak at the squeeze as he downed his first drink and instantly ordered another one. When that one came it was finished in short order too, not that it did anything. It would take quite a bit more to drink and more to even get the man buzzed, which was always why he pre-gamed.
The noise that Rasmus made had his heart thudding though, and he pressed against the man making sure to let a hand linger on his hip. "Oui." The nip made him squeeze Ras' hip and he pressed more against him, "Let's go have some fun."
The noise that Rasmus made had his heart thudding though, and he pressed against the man making sure to let a hand linger on his hip. "Oui." The nip made him squeeze Ras' hip and he pressed more against him, "Let's go have some fun."
Ras pushed his hip into Obert's hand. All the touching made him just want to take Obert int a quiet corner... He grabbed his brother's hand and twined their fingers, taking him out onto the dance floor toward their target. Once they were in the crowd, Ras started moving to the beat, pulling Obert in to grind up against him. He was a good dancer, moving with fluidity and almost an other worldliness.
Obert grinned when that hip was pressed into his hand and he gave it a gentle squeeze before he was dragged out onto the dance floor. On the dance floor Obert was able to let his feliform mind take over, it wasn't that he wasn't a good dancer but sometimes he just liked to be free of the human limitations. Without getting in his own way he was fluid and rhythmic, honestly he just wanted to attempt to keep pace with Ras. The grinding was met appropriately and his hands slid back to run down Ras' hips as he slid down his brother's body before sliding back up in time with the music.
Their dancing was likely drawing attention from people around them and definitely the one Obert had pointed out. Ras was purring still and dancing dirty as he could, something he quite liked. Obert was keeping up just fine and if they weren't on the prowl for a third... maybe fourth for their fun tonight, he'd have been set to find that secluded corner... However, they had a plan and Ras made sure their dancing made it over to the 'mark'.
Obert had no problem drawing attention, and in fact when he knew he had a crowd watching him he worked harder at it. His animal side flowed freely, and he had no issues grinding back against Ras. If the dance wasn't enough, the high he'd pre-gamed with was doing wonders for him causing euphoria and enhanced sensations which just furthered how he danced against his brother. When they made it to their "mark" he practically vibrated with excitement tilting his head to look over his shoulder and smile like a cat eating a canary. This definitely appeared like it was going to be successful hunting!
Ras got a similar euphoric high without the aid of drugs. Just being in at he pool of lustful emotions was making hims feel fantastic but he wanted and craved more. He needed more touching, more teasing and definitely more people in on the fun. As the pair got closer to Atish, it was clear he was paying attention.
He'd been out dancing a while, looking for something more fun when these two lovely men showed up. His hair was a mess and his shirt was only buttoned on the bottom, showing a good portion of his chest and a glint of metal in one of his nipples. His pants were just tight enough to show off his goods and ripped in several places. He bit his lip and grinned at Ras and Obert, coming close to join the dance party.
He'd been out dancing a while, looking for something more fun when these two lovely men showed up. His hair was a mess and his shirt was only buttoned on the bottom, showing a good portion of his chest and a glint of metal in one of his nipples. His pants were just tight enough to show off his goods and ripped in several places. He bit his lip and grinned at Ras and Obert, coming close to join the dance party.
Obert couldn't help himself, in his mind he needed the drugs, and honestly it relaxed him. The touching and teasing was given amply, but he knew that neither he nor Ras would be satisfied without more people. It just wasn't a night if there was only one other person in his bed.
When their mark came into the picture he chittered again, thrusting his hips backwards against Ras and reaching out to beckon for the man to fully join them. Biting his lips he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the music again.
When their mark came into the picture he chittered again, thrusting his hips backwards against Ras and reaching out to beckon for the man to fully join them. Biting his lips he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the music again.
Atish rumbled in his chest and swayed closer. Ras was dancing behind his brother and had his hands on Obert, guiding them down the man's chest and torso while looking right at the newcomer. He got to Obert's waist and dipped his fingers into the hem of his pant line to push his hips along with the music in a provocative way. He nipped at Obert's ear as well, eyes still locked with Atish.
The tiger was right up in their personal space in a matter of moments, falling into the same rhythm. "Hello..." His voice was low and purring with a hint of a Spanish accent.
The tiger was right up in their personal space in a matter of moments, falling into the same rhythm. "Hello..." His voice was low and purring with a hint of a Spanish accent.
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