[Amen on the milking all day, buddy. Baptiste hadn't worried too much about how well it kept though. It wasn't like he was going to have to drink it after all of this.
... Right?
Baptiste watches Eiden's pectorals perk up, and realizes the first stone has been cast. A deliberate little display while those wandering eyes take him in. Baptiste stature remains on the taller side for a man of his time - his athletic build a great weight when it comes to working an open sheer robe and a speedo. One of his own hands traces down the sloping path of a cinched waist, only to slip to toy with the band of his own speedo.
If the other's eyes were going to wander - it was only fair for Baptiste to put on a show.]
I do like a go-getter, I do have to say. [Baptiste's tone drops, as if sharing a mischievous secret to the man who has approached him. Even with the water he's had - there is an undeniable scent of fuel that clings to the performer.
The moment Eiden is close enough, Baptiste hand slides away from his own speedo - though he doesn't bother to fix that fact that he's sent the waistband askew. It dips to only accent the curvature from waist to hip. That same hand reaches out to grasp Eiden's and tug him the remaining few steps closer.
He guides the other's hand to trace down his abdomen as he continues to speak in low tones]
But would you like to feel how hot it can get? You could watch me swallow... and then perhaps with that you had been that flame, hm?
[A click of his tongue. His brows raise as he lets go of Eiden's hand. It's only a moment before he slowly tears himself away - his hips swaying with the promise of just what they could offer before he turns to walk towards the promise of that shady set up. He picks up his "water" bottle along the way - just. in. case.]
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... Right?
Baptiste watches Eiden's pectorals perk up, and realizes the first stone has been cast. A deliberate little display while those wandering eyes take him in. Baptiste stature remains on the taller side for a man of his time - his athletic build a great weight when it comes to working an open sheer robe and a speedo. One of his own hands traces down the sloping path of a cinched waist, only to slip to toy with the band of his own speedo.
If the other's eyes were going to wander - it was only fair for Baptiste to put on a show.]
I do like a go-getter, I do have to say. [Baptiste's tone drops, as if sharing a mischievous secret to the man who has approached him. Even with the water he's had - there is an undeniable scent of fuel that clings to the performer.
The moment Eiden is close enough, Baptiste hand slides away from his own speedo - though he doesn't bother to fix that fact that he's sent the waistband askew. It dips to only accent the curvature from waist to hip. That same hand reaches out to grasp Eiden's and tug him the remaining few steps closer.
He guides the other's hand to trace down his abdomen as he continues to speak in low tones]
But would you like to feel how hot it can get? You could watch me swallow... and then perhaps with that you had been that flame, hm?
[A click of his tongue. His brows raise as he lets go of Eiden's hand. It's only a moment before he slowly tears himself away - his hips swaying with the promise of just what they could offer before he turns to walk towards the promise of that shady set up. He picks up his "water" bottle along the way - just. in. case.]