Afterparty (слэш)

“-So what do you say?” Denki suddenly asks, breaking him from his thoughts. “Can we take you home, Sho?”
Every word lilts, the soft phrase almost like music, and suddenly, his tongue feels like a rock in his mouth; another bead of sweat gathering on the side of his neck as Denki’s hands squeeze-
-and in half a breath, a new, dangerous, unexpected word is stumbling out of his mouth; his head nodding as he gasps:
“-Yes. Yes.”
 
Before Shouto can say anything else, Denki is lacing their fingers tightly; that sunny, sweet smile returning as he begins to pull him towards the table where his partners lay in wait.
“Then come with me.” He demands, giving his hand a little tug. “-We’re waiting for you.”
 
And as he stumbles after him, his heart in his throat, cock already stirring in his pants, he can’t help but think it:
 
I’ve been waiting for you, too.