01-23-2012, 04:11 PM
Sebastian chuckled loudly as Drakien spoke. Well, he worked best in the darkness too, didn't he? Many men would certainly say so, though it was likely that the rugged Romani meant something completely different. The Italian surveyed Drakien over the rim of his wineglass, salmon-pink tongue flashing out to take a small sip of the bittersweet liquid. Still, one could hope that Drakien was a bit more... What was the word? Assertive? Surely the wine hadn't gotten to his head that quickly. Sebastian flicked his glossy ears. Perhaps he was just tired.
Or distracted, as his new acquaintance praised the wine. Abruptly, Sebastian noticed that it must be rather uncomfortable for Drakien to sit on the cushion unless it was propped against something that could support his back. Sebastian took a large gulp of wine, some stray drops staining his muzzle pink as he did so.
"Good," he smiled. "But how about we move that cushion and put in front of this?" The Italian brought a black-furred hand down on the bean bag and grinned at his tall companion, showing off his bright white teeth in a sharp smile. "That way we can both sit in comfort." Sebastian blinked innocently. Though their legs would dangle over onto the wooden floor (especially Drakien's), it would be much more comfortable for them both. They could both lie down and rest their heads while keeping themselves in relative comfort and Sebastian would get an opportunity for some unnecessary touching.
It simply wasn't fair to him. A big, muscular, attractive man was sitting right next to him, but Sebastian needed some kind of pretext before he could get his hands on Drakien. Of course, the silvery male might be too shy or reserved to accept his offer, so Sebastian might need to get creative. He poured some more wine into Drakien's glass in a companionable gesture, keeping a constant faint smile on his face.
Or distracted, as his new acquaintance praised the wine. Abruptly, Sebastian noticed that it must be rather uncomfortable for Drakien to sit on the cushion unless it was propped against something that could support his back. Sebastian took a large gulp of wine, some stray drops staining his muzzle pink as he did so.
"Good," he smiled. "But how about we move that cushion and put in front of this?" The Italian brought a black-furred hand down on the bean bag and grinned at his tall companion, showing off his bright white teeth in a sharp smile. "That way we can both sit in comfort." Sebastian blinked innocently. Though their legs would dangle over onto the wooden floor (especially Drakien's), it would be much more comfortable for them both. They could both lie down and rest their heads while keeping themselves in relative comfort and Sebastian would get an opportunity for some unnecessary touching.
It simply wasn't fair to him. A big, muscular, attractive man was sitting right next to him, but Sebastian needed some kind of pretext before he could get his hands on Drakien. Of course, the silvery male might be too shy or reserved to accept his offer, so Sebastian might need to get creative. He poured some more wine into Drakien's glass in a companionable gesture, keeping a constant faint smile on his face.