Demitriy almost purred at the touch. He was very much interested in what this was becoming. He didnt care if lust was a man or a woman, he needed to be satisfied and he didnt get that with his kill this night. He grabbed the  waistband of the mans leather pants and pulled his body even closer. "If you insist." He leaned in and sucked an earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it just a bit and giving it a little bite before releasing it. "Lead the way."<br/><br/>When they moved to the dance floor, Cyrus could most definitely feel something poking him in the ass and it certainly wasnt Demitriys belt buckle. Looks like the Russian was packing some definite heat to match his big.... personality. He had Cyrus pulled close to him the entire time they danced, his hot breath beating against the mans neck in a way that kickstarted ecery sensitive nerve in his body. He wanted the man aroused beyond reason.