[Vrenille has been in this city more than long enough to know: enter any new establishment opened by the natives and you're rolling the dice on a potential drug cocktail complete with the risk of deeply impaired consent and fixation on acts you'd just as soon take a pass on if left to your own free will.
Sometimes, though, a man just wants a fucking gelato in a flavour he hasn't had since he was back in his own world. Saffron-mango. How can he pass that up?
And so here he is, a solo Dominant who's managed to find a table on his own, which is apparently as good as an invitation to some people. It's in a moment of distraction that he ends up with whipped cream on his fingers--he'd looked away, cone in hand, a melty drop had dripped, and then the next thing he knows there's this blond guy taking hold of his wrist.
It's unexpected. And it's forward. And goodness but he does have striking blue eyes. He also, in an instant, has Vrenille's absolutely undivided attention. He hasn't had a first taste of the gelato himself, but even without tasting it, he's already watching the lips of the young man as he bends towards his hand.]
Well, that'd be a shame. Certainly wouldn't wanna waste any. [He would have licked the drip off his fingers himself--wasting it was never really in the cards. But he allows his wrist to be moved, his hand to be lifted pliantly. Permission granted. Now he just waits to see what the man will do with it.]
the big lick
Sometimes, though, a man just wants a fucking gelato in a flavour he hasn't had since he was back in his own world. Saffron-mango. How can he pass that up?
And so here he is, a solo Dominant who's managed to find a table on his own, which is apparently as good as an invitation to some people. It's in a moment of distraction that he ends up with whipped cream on his fingers--he'd looked away, cone in hand, a melty drop had dripped, and then the next thing he knows there's this blond guy taking hold of his wrist.
It's unexpected. And it's forward. And goodness but he does have striking blue eyes. He also, in an instant, has Vrenille's absolutely undivided attention. He hasn't had a first taste of the gelato himself, but even without tasting it, he's already watching the lips of the young man as he bends towards his hand.]
Well, that'd be a shame. Certainly wouldn't wanna waste any. [He would have licked the drip off his fingers himself--wasting it was never really in the cards. But he allows his wrist to be moved, his hand to be lifted pliantly. Permission granted. Now he just waits to see what the man will do with it.]