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“You always stare like that?” m0nesy asked, leaning in, breath brushing niko’s jaw.
niko didn’t flinch. “Only when I want something.”
m0nesy smirked, fingers grazing down niko’s arm, slow and deliberate. “Then take it.”
In one swift motion, niko pulled him into a dark corner, the buzz of the crowd fading under the rush of heat between them. Fingers tangled in jerseys, mouths clashed — no strategy, just instinct.
“Still think you’re carrying?” niko muttered against his lips.
m0nesy grinned. “Only thing I’m carrying is you to my room.”