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[surface_level]

Lucas nearly pushes him through the door and then kisses his neck once it's closed, walking him toward the back wall, his hands ducking under fabric and a low rumble in his throat. The stains and flickering, greenish lighting has no discouraging effect and the throb of the music only makes him want to shake Brody against that shaking wall.

His teeth pull at his ear as he continues to mumble. "Ты красивая. Fuck you into nothingness, милая моя, шлюха моя-"

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[campjesus]

He glances at the stalls as they pass them and is sort of disappointed there's no one else here -- not that he really wants to get in trouble (well, a little trouble), just that getting caught is half the fun of doing it in public. His chest finally hits the wall and his hands come up to brace himself, his head tilted to the side. "Do it," he breathes, "I want you to."