Davin had been a little worried that he'd gone too far, touching Gabe like that on a dance floor, and he grins hugely when he gets the reaction he was hoping for instead. He winds his arms around Gabe's neck to pull him in, pressing their foreheads together as he grinds against Gabe's hips in time with the music.

"You wanna dance more?" Davin asks, eyes bright with pink paint glowing all over his body. "Or d'ya want to get your ass back in m'bed?"