"I want to spend the night with you." Damien's expression blossomed into a charming smile. He definitely wanted the drummer down and dirty in his bed but the shyness that might take time. It didn't stop the Dog from pressing his whole body up against the drummer, grinding luridly against Zack. Damien was starting to sweat on the dancefloor, dressed in leather, but he wasn't about to stop. Zack up against him felt too right to let anything else interfere.