BASTIEN
Hotaru's entrance came as a surprise but what was more shocking was her immediate heading to Rexanna, the sensual wrapping of her arms around her; Bastien glanced over from his attention on Oliver. Were they not..sisters? He opened his mouth to say something but shut it again, hoping perhaps he had misunderstood, or maybe the social rules were different where Rexanna had come from...besides, he supposed he was all about breaking down boundaries...
At least the sight of his wife's body was a good distraction and before he returned his attentions to Oliver he spent a second to drink in the curves and features of Rexanna, feeling his heart fill with content love and lust as he did so.
Still, there were other things demanding his attention like Oliver's sweet moans and kisses on his mouth; he readily returned these with considerably more passion and confidence, sucking on his bottom lip and pressing his tongue inside Oliver's mouth, his hand beginning to speed up it's stroking motions. To his side then Loren began to touch and kiss and he turned to look at the Summoner, leaned without letting go of Oliver's cock to give Loren better access to his neck, encouraging more bites. "I do love being the centre of attention like this." He mumbled, giving encouraging moans despite his lack of real sexual pleasure - there was still a joy in being touched, worshipped with lips and moans and fingers.
As he leaned back, putting a hand down to steady himself, he touched not a cushion but something wet and thick: Bastien grinned. He had not expected to come to this so quickly, but if the night was destined to go that way...
It being the Artist's Sanctuary, he had wanted to put a twist on this occasion. Beneath the cushions was a large flat piece of canvas pinned in place on the floor, paint already on it; in some places thick and in others less so, in many different colours. As they moved with each other it would spread and he hoped to create a record of sorts of the event through the paint - would it have been wise to inform his participants of this beforehand? Probably, but he'd also always liked an element of surprise. The only other one to know was Rexanna, as someone had had to help him set all this up.
Laughing he lifted his hand and went to caress Oliver's shoulder, covering it in a bright orange paint that glistened in the light. In the market, the man selling it had assured him it was entirely safe to place on the body - as for the cushions, well, he was willing to make sacrifices for art...
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A diagram for anyone confused.
At least the sight of his wife's body was a good distraction and before he returned his attentions to Oliver he spent a second to drink in the curves and features of Rexanna, feeling his heart fill with content love and lust as he did so.
Still, there were other things demanding his attention like Oliver's sweet moans and kisses on his mouth; he readily returned these with considerably more passion and confidence, sucking on his bottom lip and pressing his tongue inside Oliver's mouth, his hand beginning to speed up it's stroking motions. To his side then Loren began to touch and kiss and he turned to look at the Summoner, leaned without letting go of Oliver's cock to give Loren better access to his neck, encouraging more bites. "I do love being the centre of attention like this." He mumbled, giving encouraging moans despite his lack of real sexual pleasure - there was still a joy in being touched, worshipped with lips and moans and fingers.
As he leaned back, putting a hand down to steady himself, he touched not a cushion but something wet and thick: Bastien grinned. He had not expected to come to this so quickly, but if the night was destined to go that way...
It being the Artist's Sanctuary, he had wanted to put a twist on this occasion. Beneath the cushions was a large flat piece of canvas pinned in place on the floor, paint already on it; in some places thick and in others less so, in many different colours. As they moved with each other it would spread and he hoped to create a record of sorts of the event through the paint - would it have been wise to inform his participants of this beforehand? Probably, but he'd also always liked an element of surprise. The only other one to know was Rexanna, as someone had had to help him set all this up.
Laughing he lifted his hand and went to caress Oliver's shoulder, covering it in a bright orange paint that glistened in the light. In the market, the man selling it had assured him it was entirely safe to place on the body - as for the cushions, well, he was willing to make sacrifices for art...
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A diagram for anyone confused.
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
Base Code by Sky!
