Roses are Red... (Race/ Bearon)

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Race smiled as well. It was kind of nice letting his guard down nad joking around a bit. It had been so long since he had, he hardly knew how to.

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As the couple finished dinner, Bearon led the male out to his transport.

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Race followed, an insane urge to grip the man's hand assaulting him even as he sat across from the man.

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"Where would you like to go dance? I'm pretty sure I can get us into anywhere." Bearon smiled.

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Race thought for a moment. "Somewhere no one knows me. Is there such a place?" he joked.

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Bearon grinned. "Yeah," he said, directing the transport to a private club called Andromeda.

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Race followed the man out of the transport and into the club.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon walked straight in with Race on his arm. The club was chill, dark, and pulsing with music.

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Race immediately headed for the dance floor. He may not be good at it, but he certainly enjoyed it and if no one knew him then he had no issue with dancing in public.

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Bearon followed the little male out to the floor and pulled him against his body.

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Race leaned into the man, rocking his hips back and forth.

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Bearon, despite his usually sweet and calm demeanor, was actually a bit of a wicked dancer. He moved easily against the male, his large hand resting on Race's hip.

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Race rocked with the man but looked absolutely ridiculous with his hands which he was never quite sute what to do with.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon grabbed them by the wrists and placed them on his legs.

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"Hey!" Race pouted.