Cyrus ran his hands all over the Russian's back as they danced, leaning over to place a small bite on his neck. After they spent a good hour dancing, Cyrus leaned over and whispered in Demitriy's ear. "How about we go to my apartment for some... fun?" He touched his lover's chest again. "I'll break out some of the good shit. I do believe this is a cause for celebration after all..." He pulled on Demitriy's waistband. He was clearly ready to get out of there.