BASTIEN
Bastien was preoccupied with Loren, his hand moving automatically on Oliver - when suddenly the young man came, Bastien looking down in surprise at the fluid in his palm that wasn't paint. While he didn't mind members of his parties finding their peaks whenever the time came, he had had a plan when it came to Oliver and now was annoyed it would not be able to come to fruition. After all, the young man had not danced as promised. Bastien was not a cruel man, but he had hoped for a little punishment to be laid out.
Perhaps he could still make it clear that he expected dedication from his guild members. Leaning back from Oliver's lips on his neck, he went to straddle Loren instead, only pausing to say: "Now, if you want to ever come in my guild again, you do your work." With that he went to kiss Loren, laughing at the red mark and slap on his ass and leaning up to encourage whatever he wanted to do with his fingers, regardless of whether he could feel it in the intended way or not. "I didn't expect you to get into the spirit of things." He whispered to the Launceleyn, wiping his hand off on a cushion then picking up some paint to purposefully push down the man's side.
Perhaps he could still make it clear that he expected dedication from his guild members. Leaning back from Oliver's lips on his neck, he went to straddle Loren instead, only pausing to say: "Now, if you want to ever come in my guild again, you do your work." With that he went to kiss Loren, laughing at the red mark and slap on his ass and leaning up to encourage whatever he wanted to do with his fingers, regardless of whether he could feel it in the intended way or not. "I didn't expect you to get into the spirit of things." He whispered to the Launceleyn, wiping his hand off on a cushion then picking up some paint to purposefully push down the man's side.
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
Base Code by Sky!
