Notte

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Added 2025-07-18 15:44:14 +0000 UTC

Notte was impossible to miss on the dance floor, a loud, grinning burst of energy in kangaroo form, bouncing to the beat like the music lived in his veins. He knew everyone, hugged strangers like old friends, and flirted like it was sport. And every weekend, without fail, he made a beeline for Riv.

Riv ran the lights and visuals from the booth above. He always acted unimpressed, rolling his eyes at Notte’s shirtless strutting and flashy jockstraps, but his gaze lingered every time.

They’d been teasing each other for months. Touches that stayed a little too long. Dares traded across the club floor. One night, Notte yelled up at him between sets, “Bet you’d look better under me than behind that board!”

Riv just laughed, but Notte didn’t miss the way his ears twitched.

That morning, the club spilled out onto the wet sidewalk at 5AM. Notte, still glowing from dancing and drinks, caught Riv just as he was lighting a cigarette.

“Wanna crash at mine?” he said, grinning. “Promise I’ll only make you regret it a little.”

Riv scoffed. “I’ll regret it when I can’t walk tomorrow.”

They both knew what that meant.

Notte’s apartment was chaotic: half clothes, half car parts, the rest pure ego. But Riv didn’t care. Not with the way Notte yanked him inside, kicked the door shut, and kissed him like the whole night had been foreplay.

By the time the rain had stopped, the beddings were messy, the air thick with heat, and Riv was panting beneath him, flushed and soaked.

And from then on, Notte made sure he never left the club alone again.