05-20-2012, 12:36 PM
Mwahahaha. That would be hilarious, especially since he'd think that Mars was Bart's brother if Mars got a haircut and didn't say he was Bart. XD
Brothers and Californians aside, Sebastian was quickly letting all his unfocused interest zero in on Bartholomew Cubbins and Bartholomew Cubbins alone. Sebastian was a very tactile person, and he did so love it when someone didn't mind him touching them. Especially when they touched him in return. Sebastian's silky ears twitched as Bart spoke, disregarding his musings on non-existent pianos and brothers and Californians with a soft "Mm-hmm," as his cheek rubbed against the white fabric of the jacket that Sebastian desperately wanted to try on.
"Another drink?" Sebastian lifted up his head momentarily, the hand that was playing with Bart's tail pausing for a moment. He did love curly tails. "Si, why not?" The Italian released the tail, fumbling for a moment to find the bottle and pouring another half-glass for Bart, downing a gulp straight from the bottle before he returned to investigating the shaggy-haired male's tail.
"Hmm." Sebastian raised an eyebrow mock-suspiciously as Bart dismissed his brother. That could certainly be worth investigating further. Oh, and imagine if they were twins! That was something Sebastian could get behind. Or get underneath of, depending on the brothers' tastes.
His eyebrows rose from genuine surprise as Bart grasped his hand in his own larger one, placing his hand under the skirt. Well, that was certainly forward, but he had no objection. A mischievous smirk split his muzzle as Bart's head dipped low and his long tongue slid along the Italian's muzzle. He smelled of wine and smoke- not horrifically cheap smoke, thank the gods. Sebastian's hand continued playing with Bart's tail, the other one stroking his thigh, teasingly close.
"Very interesting," he purred as a response, one orange eye flickering as he winked up at the larger male. "So long as you think you're up for it." Sebastian's smile showed a flash of white teeth as he craned his neck to slide his salmon-pink tongue along the fur of Bart's throat. The hand under his skirt gave Bart's crotch a strong grope, a little hard at first to warn him that the Italian could be a fierce lover when he wanted to be before it became softer. His other hand wandered lower to give Bart's ass a good grope, too. Never could tell what a guy could be into, after all. His own tail wagged from side to side, lifting over his back invitingly.
Brothers and Californians aside, Sebastian was quickly letting all his unfocused interest zero in on Bartholomew Cubbins and Bartholomew Cubbins alone. Sebastian was a very tactile person, and he did so love it when someone didn't mind him touching them. Especially when they touched him in return. Sebastian's silky ears twitched as Bart spoke, disregarding his musings on non-existent pianos and brothers and Californians with a soft "Mm-hmm," as his cheek rubbed against the white fabric of the jacket that Sebastian desperately wanted to try on.
"Another drink?" Sebastian lifted up his head momentarily, the hand that was playing with Bart's tail pausing for a moment. He did love curly tails. "Si, why not?" The Italian released the tail, fumbling for a moment to find the bottle and pouring another half-glass for Bart, downing a gulp straight from the bottle before he returned to investigating the shaggy-haired male's tail.
"Hmm." Sebastian raised an eyebrow mock-suspiciously as Bart dismissed his brother. That could certainly be worth investigating further. Oh, and imagine if they were twins! That was something Sebastian could get behind. Or get underneath of, depending on the brothers' tastes.
His eyebrows rose from genuine surprise as Bart grasped his hand in his own larger one, placing his hand under the skirt. Well, that was certainly forward, but he had no objection. A mischievous smirk split his muzzle as Bart's head dipped low and his long tongue slid along the Italian's muzzle. He smelled of wine and smoke- not horrifically cheap smoke, thank the gods. Sebastian's hand continued playing with Bart's tail, the other one stroking his thigh, teasingly close.
"Very interesting," he purred as a response, one orange eye flickering as he winked up at the larger male. "So long as you think you're up for it." Sebastian's smile showed a flash of white teeth as he craned his neck to slide his salmon-pink tongue along the fur of Bart's throat. The hand under his skirt gave Bart's crotch a strong grope, a little hard at first to warn him that the Italian could be a fierce lover when he wanted to be before it became softer. His other hand wandered lower to give Bart's ass a good grope, too. Never could tell what a guy could be into, after all. His own tail wagged from side to side, lifting over his back invitingly.