The conversation with Pettigrew earlier had put an extra spring in his step as he'd gone through the rounds, socializing and supervising. He hadn't expected to have a chance to steal away at this party, and now he had something to look forward to. A party at his own home where he got to seduce someone, and he didn't even have up arrange for some sort of cover story to slip away from the guests. This was better than Christmas.
And Pettigrew kept looking, which was stoking that familiar anticipation in his chest. One might think this game of cat and mouse would lose its appeal, after so many years of playing it out with various partners, but it never did. Emrys lived for this. He was just beginning to wonder how much longer he could put off approaching the other man — the crowd was beginning to thin — when there he was, all wiry muscles and soft features and practically radiating tension.
Emrys' eyes lit up, and he let them drift over Pettigrew in a terribly unsubtle way. He'd been expecting to get Pettigrew alone sooner or later, but this was a pleasant surprise, being approached. There were still a few unknown variables in this equation, including how experienced Pettigrew would be with this sort of thing, how confident he would be with articulating what he wanted, and how reluctant he would be to actually commit. Sometimes these things fizzled out, even after a look in the eyes like that. If Pettigrew was here, though, asking whether or not Emrys was having fun, that tipped the scales in his favor. Not too inexperienced, not too reluctant.
"Not as much fun as I could be having," Emrys admitted with a cocky smile. He shifted his weight and moved his glass to his other hand. He glanced towards Pettigrew's wrist and wondered how difficult it would be to find an excuse to wrap his fingers around it, staking a claim before they'd even left the party proper. "But I thought I was going to be the one checking on you."
And Pettigrew kept looking, which was stoking that familiar anticipation in his chest. One might think this game of cat and mouse would lose its appeal, after so many years of playing it out with various partners, but it never did. Emrys lived for this. He was just beginning to wonder how much longer he could put off approaching the other man — the crowd was beginning to thin — when there he was, all wiry muscles and soft features and practically radiating tension.
Emrys' eyes lit up, and he let them drift over Pettigrew in a terribly unsubtle way. He'd been expecting to get Pettigrew alone sooner or later, but this was a pleasant surprise, being approached. There were still a few unknown variables in this equation, including how experienced Pettigrew would be with this sort of thing, how confident he would be with articulating what he wanted, and how reluctant he would be to actually commit. Sometimes these things fizzled out, even after a look in the eyes like that. If Pettigrew was here, though, asking whether or not Emrys was having fun, that tipped the scales in his favor. Not too inexperienced, not too reluctant.
"Not as much fun as I could be having," Emrys admitted with a cocky smile. He shifted his weight and moved his glass to his other hand. He glanced towards Pettigrew's wrist and wondered how difficult it would be to find an excuse to wrap his fingers around it, staking a claim before they'd even left the party proper. "But I thought I was going to be the one checking on you."
Lou made this! <3