| QUOTE (Mars Bartholomew Russo @ Apr 14 2012, 12:07 PM) |
[/quote] [html] ooc: I suck more!
Bartholomew had a way with his tongue, in more ways than one. Sometimes he didn't even realize what he was doing when he was doing it as well, but this was not one of those times. Bartholomew knew exactly what he was doing, and he held a smile on his face the whole time he was doing it. Flirtation was becoming like foreplay to the man, just because he was beginning to know what he wanted, when he wanted it. The other male responded playfully to Bartholomew's words of how beggers could not be choosers. Bartholomew grinned at the words of the other male, saying that she doubted that Bartholomew had to beg to get what he wanted. Sometimes what ya' got ain't 'nough Bartholomew responded back, a chuckle passing his lips after he spoke.
The other went to list his own talents. Paint, Bartholomew. Piano, Mars. Dancer? Definitely Bartholomew. The sly grin returned to his face as he took a drink of his own glass and after he swallowed the liquid he took a long drag of his cigarette. He repeated the process once more before his tail started to wag in the man's hand. He couldn't help it much, but he realized that the man's hand was in his tail still because it was not moving all that much. Bartholomew also caught the wink and he licked his lips at the other in a seductive way, then he let his top row of teeth rake his bottom lip. Where'd ya' even find yer'self uh piano 'round here? Mah brotha's been lookin fer one fer a long time now. Bartholomew asked, wondering where he did find a piano, because Mars sure as hell hadn't been able to play one in well over a year now.
Since Sebastian still had his head on Bart's lap, the man's free, white hand still stroked the man's non-existant mane. Even Bartholomew had longer hair than he (and it was not spiked at the moment, so it was soft and down)and Bartholomew wondered why the man was so keen at keeping his hair cut (because it would have to be cut every two weeks or so to keep it so short.) because Bartholomew already knew that he was too lazy to cut his hair every few weeks. This was why Bartholomew's hair was also getting shaggy and long, and it was starting to look funny when he spiked it, so he either needed to cut it again or let it grow out. Two-thirds of the luperci would vote that they keep it long so the third was shit out of luck.
At his question of where the man had come from, the other male asked him a question of if he had lost his accent. Bart shook his head, and he flinched slightly when the man's face started to get really close to his junk. He could feel the man's cheek touching the inside of his thigh as the man nuzzled into the otter pelt skirt he wore around his waist. The other quickly told him then that he was from Italy. Ya' arr' the first Italian I've met. Aye didn't kno' where yer' accent came from truthfully. Bartholomew explained but was asked a question right after that, which made his icy blue eyes move from the man's ass to his face. Mah brotha' made my jacket, an' my friend Ouija made mah skirt. spoke the man, nodding his head softly as he picked his wine back up and took another sip. He put down his drink and took another drag off of his cigarette. .freebjuly08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#032e5a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;} .freebjuly08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly08 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#020202; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 165px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#979799; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 623+ [/html] |
| Messages In This Thread |