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The words go straight to Tony's head, hit him hard down low in the pit of his stomach, hook his hips forward with a jerk. The world comes suddenly roaring back to life around them, hot and vibrant and pulsing up through their feet, and before Tony realises it, he's moving through the wash of it, a hand clamped over Maxxie's slender wrist behind him.
Right now. He needs this right fucking now.
Maxxie lets Tony drag him along without a care, a pleased smile on his face as they weave through the crowd. This hadn't been in his plans; he hadn't had any plans for the rave proper, besides getting fucked up and eventually, somewhere down the line, maybe finding Marshall before heading home. But he's not surprised by the turn of events or upset.
It's what he wants, after all.
The music and the noise fades away, just like before, and they're in a private off-shoot of the main cave, just like before, and two bracelets still remain on his arm from where there once were many. They make a fake, plastic clash, hitting each other as Maxxie's pulls at Tony's arm, signalling him to slow down, stop, turn around, because Maxxie's hand is low on his belly and he wants to kiss him again.
The words go straight to Tony's head, hit him hard down low in the pit of his stomach, hook his hips forward with a jerk. The world comes suddenly roaring back to life around them, hot and vibrant and pulsing up through their feet, and before Tony realises it, he's moving through the wash of it, a hand clamped over Maxxie's slender wrist behind him.
Right now. He needs this right fucking now.
Maxxie lets Tony drag him along without a care, a pleased smile on his face as they weave through the crowd. This hadn't been in his plans; he hadn't had any plans for the rave proper, besides getting fucked up and eventually, somewhere down the line, maybe finding Marshall before heading home. But he's not surprised by the turn of events or upset.
It's what he wants, after all.
The music and the noise fades away, just like before, and they're in a private off-shoot of the main cave, just like before, and two bracelets still remain on his arm from where there once were many. They make a fake, plastic clash, hitting each other as Maxxie's pulls at Tony's arm, signalling him to slow down, stop, turn around, because Maxxie's hand is low on his belly and he wants to kiss him again.