Masculine
28
October 19
Sootopolis City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
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Adrian Malcolm
New Experiences [S,C]
POSTED ON Mar 11, 2021 7:33:47 GMT
"Hmmmmmmmm..." Adrian dragged his cheek across Rowan's, nuzzling against him while the elevator dinged with every level of its ascension. Rowan responds favorably, leaning back into Adrian's caress.
"Maybe I was projecting..."
His breath hitches with a gasp blowing hot air against Rowan's delicate features, ruffling his air while Adrian clung to him for support, impressing upon Rowan the extent of his anticipation.
It was all out there for Rowan to gauge for himself based on Adrian's needy, clinging grasp and the shaky, shallow breaths he took while trying to reel himself in. Thankfully the elevator had reached their floor, giving them an excuse for a reprieve, but as the doors slid apart to reveal an empty interior... Adrian had a wicked, unclean thought.
Both of them stumble onto the platform, and while Adrian feigns normalcy before the doors close, dire, ravenous hands begin to grab and pinch at Rowan as he's hoisted up against the elevator wall, suspended by either of Adrian's palms clenched fiercely around their thighs. Despite Rowan's diminutive stature, Adrian holds him at eye level, their eyes making sparks where they met.
His is a sharp breath before the plunge, heading into the foray willfully, mouth descending on Rowan's exposed flesh and lapping his tongue hungrily against their skin, tasting of them. "This is all your fault..."
When he pulls away this time, his eyes are clear, more observant and less glazed over with the promise of pleasure. There's a moment where he considers himself again, trying not to cross any boundaries while playing with a pet most clever and cruel as to give him every reason to strip Rowan bare of any notions of dignity. "If only there were more floors," he laments softly, allowing Rowan's feet to find the floor again as his fingers slid along their lithe frame. He'd kept them pinned up until the doors slid open again, and Adrian whipped around and very nearly dragged Rowan at his side. He felt so unreasonably impulsive; everything he thought of, he wanted to try with Rowan.
But there's no time for any of it as Adrian shuffles his feet expediently, escorting Rowan to a serialized door, Adrian practically tearing apart his coat to find the key. And then they were inside. Both of them. Together. Adrian backed Rowan up against the door as it was closed behind them, and finally, after an arduous test of his resolve...
He realized they needed more time to prepare. Pinning them against the door, he'd hold Rowan snug while leering down at him. "Have you ever done anything like this before, Rowan...?"
Obviously Adrian had more than been around the block, but held before him was one far more innocent and removed from flagrant adultery.
It was the last hurdle. Adrian searched their eyes desperately while he waited for the words. As in all things however, preparation was always key.
Had Rowan prepared himself for the night's venture, or would they require a brief respite? Rowan Wrynn
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