It's easy to smile now that he’s relaxed and comfortable, the usual onslaught of fatigue strangely absent. Too much adrenaline today, perhaps. Whatever the case may be, Mustang is impressed by Vrenille’s expertise.
He can’t wait for another round. His cock even stirs, if only mildly.
The man is good at what he does, Mustang has to admit. Whether he won (or not), the competition doesn’t even matter anymore because either way, Mustang did win. Meeting an incredible sex partner is always cause for celebration and never to be taken for granted.
Maybe.
He’s a confident man and knows his looks, charm, and charisma go far in terms of sex appeal, but Vrenille knows what he’s doing in a league Mustang could never aspire to. It would take much more than three times a month to learn techniques such as those he’s just experienced, and based on what he saw at the gallery, Roy guesses he’s merely scratching the surface of sexual techniques of which he’s plainly ignorant.
Even so, he’s having a great deal of fun. Mustang clears his throat to answer the man. “You’re right; I did.”
When he hears what Vrenille has to say next, he laughs, delighted. Mustang smiles just so, dropping his voice deep, allowing it to roll out seductively. “Are you really? Hmm. Should we finish shopping first?” Roy asks, eyes drawn to the bulge in Vrenille’s pants, licking his lower lip to make it wet and shiny. “Do you have a specific place in mind? The bathroom at the restaurant or is the local street corner more your style?”
Mustang assumes that, since the jeans are a bust, it's alright to take them off. After all, they haven't established that he needs to discuss every move he makes. That would be taking it too far.
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He can’t wait for another round. His cock even stirs, if only mildly.
The man is good at what he does, Mustang has to admit. Whether he won (or not), the competition doesn’t even matter anymore because either way, Mustang did win. Meeting an incredible sex partner is always cause for celebration and never to be taken for granted.
Maybe.
He’s a confident man and knows his looks, charm, and charisma go far in terms of sex appeal, but Vrenille knows what he’s doing in a league Mustang could never aspire to. It would take much more than three times a month to learn techniques such as those he’s just experienced, and based on what he saw at the gallery, Roy guesses he’s merely scratching the surface of sexual techniques of which he’s plainly ignorant.
Even so, he’s having a great deal of fun. Mustang clears his throat to answer the man. “You’re right; I did.”
When he hears what Vrenille has to say next, he laughs, delighted. Mustang smiles just so, dropping his voice deep, allowing it to roll out seductively. “Are you really? Hmm. Should we finish shopping first?” Roy asks, eyes drawn to the bulge in Vrenille’s pants, licking his lower lip to make it wet and shiny. “Do you have a specific place in mind? The bathroom at the restaurant or is the local street corner more your style?”
Mustang assumes that, since the jeans are a bust, it's alright to take them off. After all, they haven't established that he needs to discuss every move he makes. That would be taking it too far.