First Impressions (Nicio + drunken Rico... disaster?)

Rico stumbled through the door of the room, swaying slightly as he stood up, a cheesy grin on his face. It had been a long time since he had last got drunk, and he had forgotten quite how fun it was. Sure, he couldn't exactly hold his wine, and he may or may not have gone home with a guy that he couldn't remember the name of (a mistake that he would deny and be incredibly grumpy about in the morning), but still. It was the most fun that he'd had in a while.

((I'm guessing he just randomly walked into a room and Nicio just happened to be there?))


The Incubus looked up from the book he was reading with an arched brow.

He set the book down next to his hips and crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back against the headboard to watch the boy.

His hair was pulled up into a ponytail again; his chest - the only part of him visible above the blankets thrown over his legs - was bare, showing off the planes of muscle and the scars littering his skin; under the blankets, he was only clad in a loose pair of boxers.

Ignicio greeted the Lycan with a casual nod of his head.

(He was looking for his room and stumbled into Nicio's by accident :') )

His mind worked slowly in his drunken haze. There was a man in his room? Had this man redecorated? The room looked different... Oh. This wasn't his room.

"¡Upa! Esta es el dormitorio equivocado. ¡Perdone!" he giggled. No... wrong language. "Sorry, wrong room."

The lycan gazed at the man hazily. He was kind of... good-looking. But still.

"I'll just..." he made to walk out, but ended up tripping over the threshold. "¡Mierda!"

"Sí, usted tiene la habitación equivocada," he replied, lips quirking into a crooked grin.

A low, husky chuckle passed him when the wolf fell flat on his face.

"Stay for a while; I fear for your health if you try and stumble down the halls in that condition."

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Yes, you do have the wrong bedroom

The wolf pouted, staggering up to his feet. "I am not in any condi-ah!" He tripped, this time managing to catch himself before he fell. Well, that was embarrassing. Still, it wouldn't kill him to stay a little longer. Provided he didn't end up doing anything stupid.

He gave up and wandered over, forgetting all etiquette as he made himself comfortable at the bottom of the bed, leaning over the man slightly to look at the book, squinting at the writing. No, he couldn't read it like this. He couldn't focus on the words.

"¿Qué lees?"




(Translation: "What are you reading?")

"Uh-huh."

He watched the wolf, eyes alight with amusement as he stumbled over again.

A chuckle passed his lips. "Can't read?" he taunted, patting the man's head, fingers weaving through the dark locks idly.

"It's nothing too interesting." A book Giacinto had recommended. He had started reading it because Dick was...somewhere and he couldn't find him.

He pouted a little, but didn't snap like he did normally. A contented sigh passed his lips, something that he would have held back, were he sober. But now he was relaxed from the alcohol and he leant into the hand, eyes sliding closed hazily.

"Why would you read something you don't find interesting?"

Rico had a very simplistic view of the world. Them and us. If you like something, do it. If you don't like something, don't do it. It was when he was drunk that this particularly showed through. Mainly because his boundaries were completely gone and he couldn't think particularly well whilst intoxicated.

His lips quirked upwards slightly at the sigh. "Enjoying yourself there?" he murmured, fingers still running through the dark hair.

The Incubus shrugged. "A friend recommended it to me. I thought I'd give it a try."

He grinned, red eyes flashing. "If you can think of something else to entertain me with, do feel free."

He giggled again, fidgeting on the bed. "Last time I was drunk, Drina taught me to belly-dance."

The werewolf rolled onto his front, legs waving idly in the air, grinning from ear to ear as he rested his head on his arms. It had been fun at the time, but he had been incredibly embarrassed about it in the morning. Although it had earned him a few more admirers, as he recalled. Either from the dancing, or he had taken his clothes off and couldn't remember. Then again, pretty much everything seemed a good idea when you were drunk.

"Belly dancing, eh?" He grinned widely.

"I like belly dancing."

The Incubus leaned down towards the Lycan, red eyes smouldering. "Care to share your belly dancing expertise with me?" he purred lowly.

It had been a while since he had belly danced. And even longer since he had seen someone else do it.

Not really picking up on the hint in his drunken haze, Rico grinned. "Sure."

He slid off the bed, not really sure how easily he could do this drunk, but at the same time, not really caring. Arms raised above his head, he paused, taking a deep breath before beginning. The youth began slowly, hips swaying from side to side softly, stretching his arms up higher above him to accentuate the gentle ripple of his muscles.

He watched silently, making himself more comfortably against the headboard.

"Well, well, you know how to show off your muscles," he complimented, eyes wandering over the rippling muscles of the boys stomach and chest.

Idly, he began humming a tune for the Lycan to dance to.

He smiled up at the elder man, a little more coyly this time, moving his hips in time with the beat of the song that Ignicio was humming. The damp flesh shimmered in the light of the candle flame as he moved, a little faster, twisting as he turned in a circle, his back arching and curling in rhythmic sequence.

"Thank you." he purred softly, drawing in a breath.

He grinned back at the Lycan, continuing the humming.

He lifted his hands to clap along with the beat, eyes following the boys movements

"Would you like a dance partner?" he asked after a while.

"If you want." he smiled at him from over his shoulder, his spine curling as his hips rolled a little faster, breathing a little more shakily as his heart rate began to speed up from the exercise. Stepping out with his left leg, he ground his hips more slowly, enjoying both the dance, and wondering whether or not he was succeeding in teasing the vampire.

He did not move towards Ignicio, but instead sent him the occasional teasing glance, head rolling back against his shoulders as his eyes flickered closed.

He purred, sliding off the bed and sauntering towards the Lycan, hips swaying.

His hands found Rico's hips as he pressed hips hips against him from behind, easily falling into the beat of the dance.

"I love dancing with a partner," he purred, hands sliding up his sides then back down to his hips.

He shivered slightly at the touch, arms gliding out behind him to slip into the man's hair, eyes still closed. His hips continued to sway back and forth, a tongue darting over his lips, holding back a smirk as he rubbed against him. Only dancing, of course. The youth leant his head back on Ignicio's shoulder softly, exposing his neck, curious as to what effect it might have on the vampire.

"Mmm." The noise was half a murmur of agreement, half a seductive moan.

He purred softly, pressing his hips forwards against the Wolf's, grinding them slowly.

His head bowed, lips pressing against the younger man's neck.

His tongue darted out to taste the tanned skin.

"bailas bien, Pequeño Lobo."

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You dance well, Little Wolf.

He shivered lightly, letting out a soft sigh. His fingers curled in Ignicio's hair.

"Gracias, vampiro." he grinned teasingly, pressing his hips back against the elder man's a little more forcefully before continuing their swaying rhythm, head tilting back further to allow him greater access to his neck.

He purred a quiet moan, bringing Rico's hips back against his own as he sped up the say of their hips.

"Nicio. My name's Ignicio," he murmured in the vampires ear, drawing a lobe into his mouth.

A deep hum rumbled in his throat again.

He gasped softly, pressing back again as he momentarily lost his rhythm. "Rico."

In the morning, he knew that he would regret this. But right now, he really didn't care.

A tongue darted over his lips nervously, following Ignicio's lead as he picked up the speed, alternating light, teasing movements against him with more passionate, grinding motions.

"It's a pleasure-" He ground his hips hard against the man's. "-to dance with you, Rico."

He rolled the name on his tongue, purring it lowly.

His hands wandered from his hips, tracing the muscles of his stomach then smoothing over the front of his hips to palm over his inner thighs as he ground his hips in an insistent, fast rhythm.

The werewolf shivered with a gasp. "The pleasure's all mi-!"

He let out a quiet moan as hands slid over his inner thighs, his hands leaving the vampire's hair to grip to back of his legs, pulling him in closer. His head tilted to the side to nip the vampire's neck playfully, stepping back a little to nudge the back of his thigh between the man's legs.

He moaned softly under his breath, grinding harder against the younger man.

"I'm getting quite a lot of pleasure out of this, I assure you," he purred huskily.

His head tilted to the side when the wolf nipped his neck as one hand slid up to press against the front of his pants, massaging slowly.

Rico blushed faintly at the man's words and the grinding against him, forgetting about the dance altogether as a hand gripped him through the cloth. He let out a whine, jerking a little in both surprise and pleasure. His head nuzzled against the vampire's throat to kiss and nip his neck enthusiastically, tongue trailing along his jawbone.