[The boldness lurking behind the other's touch elicits a hum of excitement from Baptiste's throat. Driven half-hard through their playful push and pull already, Eiden's inquiring fingers will trace a length that gives a glimpse into one of the sources of Baptiste's seemingly unflappable confidence.
Baptiste's lips twitch in satisfaction at the kiss of a tease Eiden's touch promises him. Were he not a man committed to performance, he may have fallen into a more base urge that would've guaranteed them both a mess of entanglement on the ground.
But in the spirit of performance, Baptiste keeps his wits about him. Even as the snap of his own waistband causes his hips to twitch and his own cock to already yearn for the attention it had been offered.
Baptiste turns to meet Eiden's gaze, his own tongue tracing his bottom lip he watches the other man nestle into the embrace of pillow. The sultry sprawl that Eiden manages draws Baptiste's own lustful gaze. His desire is clear in the way the side of his mouth quirks as he slips off his own robe to abandon it to the floor. His hand reaches out to grasp at the neck of an abandoned bottle of rum from one of the tables in this cabana. The other, a bowl of fruit he didn't recognize - yet they were reminiscent enough of blueberries despite their orange hue.
Each desired prop is purposefully placed on a low table near the pillow pile - though what doesn't escape Baptiste's notice is the jar of body oil that had already been there.
This place really did want to encourage this sort of thing, didn't it?
No matter. Baptiste works the top of the jar off as he takes up his desired position, which just so happens to be on his knees. One knee finds purchase at the side of Eiden's hip before the other follows suit on the other side. Straddled above the other man, Baptiste looks down on him with an impish affection before he dips his hips downward.]
You will find that this show requires an audience's personal touch.
[This was a much better position for him to grind his ass against Eiden's thinly veiled cock. One that allowed him to not only show off the range of his hip movements or the finer points of his own abdomen, but also gave him a much more preferred vantage to watch.
Oil slicked fingers traced down Eiden's abdomen - coated nails gently coaxing at the surface of flesh. Though Baptiste can feel the oil begin to build up a promising heat on his fingertips as a familiar tingling sensation skirts over them.
Ah. A body oil with a little bit of extra fun packed into it, was it? Perfect.]
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Baptiste's lips twitch in satisfaction at the kiss of a tease Eiden's touch promises him. Were he not a man committed to performance, he may have fallen into a more base urge that would've guaranteed them both a mess of entanglement on the ground.
But in the spirit of performance, Baptiste keeps his wits about him. Even as the snap of his own waistband causes his hips to twitch and his own cock to already yearn for the attention it had been offered.
Baptiste turns to meet Eiden's gaze, his own tongue tracing his bottom lip he watches the other man nestle into the embrace of pillow. The sultry sprawl that Eiden manages draws Baptiste's own lustful gaze. His desire is clear in the way the side of his mouth quirks as he slips off his own robe to abandon it to the floor. His hand reaches out to grasp at the neck of an abandoned bottle of rum from one of the tables in this cabana. The other, a bowl of fruit he didn't recognize - yet they were reminiscent enough of blueberries despite their orange hue.
Each desired prop is purposefully placed on a low table near the pillow pile - though what doesn't escape Baptiste's notice is the jar of body oil that had already been there.
This place really did want to encourage this sort of thing, didn't it?
No matter. Baptiste works the top of the jar off as he takes up his desired position, which just so happens to be on his knees. One knee finds purchase at the side of Eiden's hip before the other follows suit on the other side. Straddled above the other man, Baptiste looks down on him with an impish affection before he dips his hips downward.]
You will find that this show requires an audience's personal touch.
[This was a much better position for him to grind his ass against Eiden's thinly veiled cock. One that allowed him to not only show off the range of his hip movements or the finer points of his own abdomen, but also gave him a much more preferred vantage to watch.
Oil slicked fingers traced down Eiden's abdomen - coated nails gently coaxing at the surface of flesh. Though Baptiste can feel the oil begin to build up a promising heat on his fingertips as a familiar tingling sensation skirts over them.
Ah. A body oil with a little bit of extra fun packed into it, was it? Perfect.]