Widening his eyes at the smack against his skin -- it’s hardly dignified -- Mustang snorts at himself. His dignity vanished, at least in this place, after landing a leading role in the local porn show. He smiles, happily enjoying the pleasure of getting to know his new companion.
Gathering the final pair of jeans, Mustang slips a leg in one side and the other, marveling at the clever toy he wears and pulling the waistline up and over his ass.
He’ll take it easy and avoid as much self-stimulation as he can. Already aroused and in no hurry to endure a second round of triggering himself with memories of Ishval, Roy buttons the fly, smiling at the fit of the pants, admiring himself in the mirror.
Then he turns to Vrenille, who looks relaxed and sexy in the seat beside him. “Hmm. I didn’t take you for the type of man who enjoys static; in fact, I had you pegged as a kind of butterfly. You know, someone who prefers to visit flower after flower. Am I wrong?”
His question is serious, but he keeps the tone light. Mischief glitters in his eyes. Roy deliberately tilts his hips forward, striking a pose that never fails to draw the attention of the ladies in the vicinity. “Do you like the jeans?”
When Vrenille describes his plans to fuck Roy right here, blood surges into his cock. Damn the man. He’s just so incredibly sexy. For all that Roy is overwhelmed, he doesn’t falter. He cringes inwardly, the question on his tongue burning with shame that he needs to ask it. “How do you feel about greatcoats? They’re good in this kind of weather. I hope you know that I will pay you back for all of it.”
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Gathering the final pair of jeans, Mustang slips a leg in one side and the other, marveling at the clever toy he wears and pulling the waistline up and over his ass.
He’ll take it easy and avoid as much self-stimulation as he can. Already aroused and in no hurry to endure a second round of triggering himself with memories of Ishval, Roy buttons the fly, smiling at the fit of the pants, admiring himself in the mirror.
Then he turns to Vrenille, who looks relaxed and sexy in the seat beside him. “Hmm. I didn’t take you for the type of man who enjoys static; in fact, I had you pegged as a kind of butterfly. You know, someone who prefers to visit flower after flower. Am I wrong?”
His question is serious, but he keeps the tone light. Mischief glitters in his eyes. Roy deliberately tilts his hips forward, striking a pose that never fails to draw the attention of the ladies in the vicinity. “Do you like the jeans?”
When Vrenille describes his plans to fuck Roy right here, blood surges into his cock. Damn the man. He’s just so incredibly sexy. For all that Roy is overwhelmed, he doesn’t falter. He cringes inwardly, the question on his tongue burning with shame that he needs to ask it. “How do you feel about greatcoats? They’re good in this kind of weather. I hope you know that I will pay you back for all of it.”