[ Troy lets his attention linger on Baptiste's cards and nimble fingers as he listens, gaze finding their way back to those blue eyes. He feels his brow raise at the Ace of Spades that Baptiste pulls from the deck, watching as the shorter man approaches and allows him the chance to get handsy. ]
Oh, trust me. This is my kind of scene.
[ He declares, shutting down parts of himself so that his lust can take over whatever moral inhibitions or feelings of adjusting to the new setting. The lights of his eyes start to dim as he feels himself listening less to his hesitations. ]
What's the matter?
[ He asks, taking Baptiste's hand to lay it on his side. He's the ace of spades first, he thought. ]
no subject
Oh, trust me. This is my kind of scene.
[ He declares, shutting down parts of himself so that his lust can take over whatever moral inhibitions or feelings of adjusting to the new setting. The lights of his eyes start to dim as he feels himself listening less to his hesitations. ]
What's the matter?
[ He asks, taking Baptiste's hand to lay it on his side. He's the ace of spades first, he thought. ]