i believe the first part of that but —- the last bit of it just sounds unreal. i doubt there’s several men that him and i both know well enough . . like that.
i —— yeah , i believe that.
oscar ? what —— what does . . he have to do with anything ? once sounds like too small of a number . . who —- was it with . . asking because it matters. not because i can’t remember myself . .
" they are expensive, and not usually touched by lowlife like yourself. i cannot expect you to understand such finery, monsieur. "
a roll of eyes, deftly and skillfully undoing his buttons. shirt is shucked, pants unbuttoned, and fat shaft falls into his own waiting hand.
“ do all rich people really have to wear buttons ? they’re really annoying .”
he grunts , a pout clear on his face. he resorts to removing his own coat , then shirt.
“ you said i’m bottoming . . make me .”
word travels fast when you have money, yes?
( a small noise of complaint, quite quickly swallowed into hungry lips. how pent up is this man, to be this eager? it leaves montague a bit breathless. )
i —- didn’t think you’d hear about that.
( he’s able to sit to himself and watch the other for a few moments. before finally stepping forward and basically pouncing onto the man. lips locked onto his own. )
you sure ? heard quite the interesting rumors about you , monsieur .
( huff of air, fingers moving forward. flesh turns to gem, diamond nail dragged down chest. cutting seamlessly through his top .. )
problème résolu. now hurry up.