As soon as Kurt walked into the masquerade ball, he felt out of place. The elegant ballroom dripped of sophistication and wealth, something he had never been familiar with. It was only because his friend, Michael, had begged him to come that he even entertained the idea.
He scanned the room, hoping to find Michael. Instead, his eyes landed on an enigmatic masked man in a suit. The stranger's eyes were locked onto him, and Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine. The man waved him over, and he found himself walking toward him.
"Who are you?" Kurt asked, trying to conceal his nervousness.
"I'm Ethan," the man replied in a deep voice. "I couldn't help but notice you standing here all alone. Care to dance?"
Before he knew it, Kurt found himself swept up in Ethan's arms, moving in time with the music. He couldn't help but feel drawn to the stranger, even as he tried to resist. Ethan's touches were too intimate, sending sparks through his body, and he found himself getting hard despite himself.
"What are you doing to me?" Kurt gasped as Ethan's lips trailed down his neck.
"Relax," Ethan whispered seductively. "Let me show you a good time."