He\'d only ever let Reed to that to him and not even enough times to need another hand to show the count, either; he\'d loosened up enough to enjoy it the latter few times but at first he\'d hated it. He\'d only done it because he\'d wanted so much more from Reed than even that act had required of him, and he\'d wanted to make a show of supplication before he demanded it of his mortal lover.
There was no such requirement of Will and he knew he\'d never get out of his mind enough to let the blonde do that shit to him... but his eyes narrowed when he made it sound so appealing. Yeah, right. The only way it would ever work would be if he fucked... but what was he thinking? He scoffed derisively, letting his ass hit the stool and then standing up almost like it was spring-loaded.
"I\'ll find my own, thanks all the same," he announced austerely, stepping over Will\'s leg smoothly and striding back into the crowd with all the dignity of a bishop gliding towards the pulpit on a Sunday morning. Only as he walked away did he cringe at the fact that he hadn\'t denied he\'d find a whore and explain that wasn\'t what he was looking for; he let it go, though, because he\'d lose too much face by turning back and tacking it on belatedly.
This time, George headed into the heat and the action of the dance floor. He was a good dancer because he enjoyed moving his body to any sort of beat and he was certainly in the mood for some primal surrender right about now. At first, it didn\'t bother him that he was alone, he merely wedged himself into a little niche, closed his eyes and simply moved with the hard, pounding music, enjoying every little bump and nudge he got from the pulsing crowd around him. It didn\'t entirely drown out the litany of retorts he was mentally throwing back at Will about how he would so not be fucking him (ever) all over the house - nor could it completely dampen the horrid images said arguments were offering up to his mind\'s eye - but it was good as he was going to get.
After about ten minutes of being thusly engulfed in the sweat and rumble of mortal dancers, he opened his eyes and started looking around himself for some sport. Many of the mortals on the floor with him were homos grinding up against one another but he did manage to spot a tight little circle of about five girls dancing together that intrigued him. They were dressed entirely in black, their hair and makeup also in the same, Gothic tone, but they were sexy outfits and didn\'t really fit the mold of what he\'d come to accept as Goth. It was almost like they were good girls who\'d dressed up for Hallowe\'en but now they\'d got to the party they were shocked by the reality of it and were sticking close to one another, just in case.
As he continued to stare at them through the waxing and waning of the mob, he realised that his initial assessment was wrong; most of them did seem to know what they were doing and they gradually peeled away from their girlfriends when various vampires approached or eyed them from off the floor. In the end there were two scared little ducks bobbing together in time to the music, glancing nervously about themselves in what they no doubt believed were tough looks but which actually declared their uncertainty to anyone who cared to notice. George did care to notice and he sidled up behind one of them without alerting them to his presence - that changed when he pressed against her back and gripped her hips to steady her so that he could whisper in her ear from behind. He watched her eyes widen comically in the reflection of her friend\'s optics and smiled as he whispered to her.
The conversation was much longer than the one he\'d had earlier, for this time he was working his craft on two teenagers, seducing them with the promise of what they didn\'t know, describing how wonderful the bite would make them feel. When he told the first that it would be so good she\'d beg him to fuck her on the dancefloor he was planting the seed and he used his meagre vampiric talents to cause it to blossom within her mind. By the time he actually leaned down to bite her, he\'d already figured out how to access her dripping little cunt using his fingers; it didn\'t take much to unzip and insert himself from behind her once she was mewling and panting with his bite. The fact that he grabbed her friend, pulled her close and used her as a barrier to bounce his first little conquest off might well have been considered crude by any outsiders looking on (of which he believed there to be none, considering their position in the direct centre of the throng of dancers) but he didn\'t give a shit; he was getting a feed and a fuck in the middle of a cattleyard that left every one of his senses reeling.
He came in the first one and tucked himself back into his pants as she stumbled dazedly off to clean herself up; he knew it wouldn\'t happen as quickly with the second. Even for him, three times in one night was pushing it when he was so out of practice, so he asked her if she wanted to come back to his place with him, knowing that the bottom of his well of need hadn\'t quite been touched yet - though he was close and she would do it.
Unfortunately, all his mental trickery and seduction efforts had been focussed on the first girl and this one had been rudely awakened from any influence he might have gained over her when he\'d clasped his hands at the small of her back and proceeded to root her little friend up against her, front to front. She looked like she almost wanted to agree - and she was the prettier one underneath her heavy-handed makeup, too - but it was too confronting and scary. With a barely-intelligible, mumbled excuse and a lustful look up and down him, she wheeled away to go find her friend, apologising as she went.
George pondered chasing after her and making her... but decided against it. He was just about spent, it would take a while to rekindle his rod and she was, frankly, not worth the effort. He was happy enough. Almost an hour after he\'d gone, he headed back towards the bar, wondering if Will would even still be there. He wasn\'t interested in pursuing anything else complicated tonight, despite the fact that his orgasms were only successively getting better; he felt good enough. He wasn\'t even feeling especially uptight about that silly little interchange with Will earlier - in fact, he\'d just about forgotten it - he was ready to put it down to a bit of the blonde\'s usual teasing, laugh it off and ask him if he was ready to head home. Maybe they could play some video games before he took himself off to bed.