EZRA
Things you expected: Fangs to immediately invite Blondie into the fray.Things you didn't expect: Blondie to - at least sort of - say yes.
Arching a delicate eyebrow at the other boy, you let your eyes really rake over his slender frame, clearly appraising the hesitant little lamb. "I think you should put your mouth where your money is," you reply with a salacious smirk, arching your back just a little and leaning into the hand on your ass.
A hand which moves steadily further, until fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants. Biting your lip appreciatively, you raise your own hand off your hip and up to Fangs' neck, letting long fingers play in the locks of his short, thick hair as your eyes flutter closed. The man certainly seems to know what he wants, and damn if you can't appreciate that.
Blondie, though? You're still not convinced.
Opening your eyes back up, you turn your head to fix the budding little artist with a smoldering, challenging stare. "I wouldn't mind doesn't seem like much of an invitation to me." You're a sub through and through- you have to be told, and right now the lamb isn't telling you much except that he's pretty and horny and inexperienced as fuck. "You're in charge, maestro. Direct us as you will."
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
