[ it's almost an invitation, the spread of his legs and the actual come hither gaze leveled at him like he's a besotted whore, or a dog being told to kneel, both descriptions pathetically befitting and making him want to bare his teeth to prove the man wrong. unfortunately, he goes to his knees easily, because he is a besotted whore and a pathetic dog, and he hates himself for how desperately right he feels slotting himself between the man's legs, getting grass stains on his expensive pants. ]
You look like you're cruising.
[ it's a snide comment, even as his fingers work to open the man's belt, his dry mouth suddenly salivating at the thought of wrapping his tongue around his cock. his hand dips into his trousers, palming him as his eyes flicker upwards. ]
no subject
You look like you're cruising.
[ it's a snide comment, even as his fingers work to open the man's belt, his dry mouth suddenly salivating at the thought of wrapping his tongue around his cock. his hand dips into his trousers, palming him as his eyes flicker upwards. ]