Looking at the stars
It was another oppressively grey, humid day in the city but Ivo barely noticed it in Davi's smooth ride. He watched the buildings speed by, and the floating adverts that took up half the sky day and night, convincing people they should spend what little money they had on things they didn't need -- while everything they did need was kept locked away in the glittering lux neighbourhoods.
Ivo rested his head on Davi's back and tightened his arms around his waist. He could feel the warmth of his body even through the layers of clothing.
He thought having sex with Vice would have made his urgency less biting, but he'd been wrong, it had only widened the jaws of his hunger. He had proof of concept now. It was no longer imagination alone informing his fantasies.