It was definitely Michael's typical scene. It was not his first time in the backroom, and his eyes quickly accustomed to the half-light. His eyes roamed over the other men without pausing to look at any of them; he was not here for them. All he was looking for was a quiet corner where they might be undisturbed.
There, at the back of the room. He led the way over, then turned back to Kersen and stepped into his space to kiss him, sliding a hand over his jaw as his other one found the man's hip. There was no hesitation in the kiss, or in the way he pulled Kersen close. They both knew why they were here, so there was no reason for pretense at anything else, the main reason why Michael preferred such encounters to any others.
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Date: 2014-08-19 03:32 am (UTC)There, at the back of the room. He led the way over, then turned back to Kersen and stepped into his space to kiss him, sliding a hand over his jaw as his other one found the man's hip. There was no hesitation in the kiss, or in the way he pulled Kersen close. They both knew why they were here, so there was no reason for pretense at anything else, the main reason why Michael preferred such encounters to any others.