06-26-2012, 01:15 PM
[html]
[/html]
The ball had gone nicely enough. Dancing with Alaki, giving Skye the present. Oddly enough, she had hardly seemed the recognise the lean Italian. Heh. Well, maybe he'd have to work on making himself more memorable.
Still, he had done a good job tonight. Aside from that little painting he had gifted to Skye, he had been remarkably restrained. No seducing the visitors. No erotic dancing on the columns in the Great Hall. His jeans had stayed on the entire night and he had barely even gotten drunk yet. All in all, his behaviour was just about impeccable.
And like dormant volcano, all that self-control was about to erupt.
Sebastian sauntered over to the bonfire, closing his eyes as a few sparks bounced off his chest. A glass of sharp red wine was held in one black hand, half-empty now. Most people had gravitated towards the bonfire for a little more casual revelry, with plenty of drinks to go around. It was a fun night, all told. Still, he hadn't yet had any of that special thing that could make even the most unremarkable night unforgettable.
Sex.
He loved it.
And currently in Casa di Cavalieri, the man he loved sex the most with was one Jazper Rhiannon-Knight, Sole and Alpha to Casa di Cavalieri and the biggest wolf he had ever seen. Coal-black fur and with bright yellow eyes made brighter by his striking sun tattoo. Huge, rippling muscles, strong Scottish accent and a dominant nature. All these personified Jazper and made him incredibly attractive to the lithe artisan.
And there he was, close to the bonfire. Fearless as always. The firelight glinted off his teeth as he smiled- even many of his smiles looked faintly threatening with those gleaming knives for fangs. For now, he was alone, though as a leader that wouldn't be for long. Especially not with the Italian fox so close.
Sebastian slunk behind the massive Alpha, padding soundlessly across the dry grass until he was right behind the huge Sole. He had a great ass, the Italian noted. He'd seen it and groped it plenty of times, but still. One had to appreciate what one had. Sebastian stepped lithely beside him, one hand giving Jazper's ass a good grope. Mindful of the onlookers that might see, he quickly moved the hand to rest on the Sole's lower back.
"Enjoying the celebrations, Jazzy?" he asked innocently, taking another long gulp from the wineglass and setting it down on a nearby table. His smile became a leering smirk as he raised his head to look up at the massive, dark male. "Why don't we celebrate somewhere more private, hmm?" He raised his muzzle a little higher, lowering his voice. "Anything you want."
 |
WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. |
The ball had gone nicely enough. Dancing with Alaki, giving Skye the present. Oddly enough, she had hardly seemed the recognise the lean Italian. Heh. Well, maybe he'd have to work on making himself more memorable.
Still, he had done a good job tonight. Aside from that little painting he had gifted to Skye, he had been remarkably restrained. No seducing the visitors. No erotic dancing on the columns in the Great Hall. His jeans had stayed on the entire night and he had barely even gotten drunk yet. All in all, his behaviour was just about impeccable.
And like dormant volcano, all that self-control was about to erupt.
Sebastian sauntered over to the bonfire, closing his eyes as a few sparks bounced off his chest. A glass of sharp red wine was held in one black hand, half-empty now. Most people had gravitated towards the bonfire for a little more casual revelry, with plenty of drinks to go around. It was a fun night, all told. Still, he hadn't yet had any of that special thing that could make even the most unremarkable night unforgettable.
Sex.
He loved it.
And currently in Casa di Cavalieri, the man he loved sex the most with was one Jazper Rhiannon-Knight, Sole and Alpha to Casa di Cavalieri and the biggest wolf he had ever seen. Coal-black fur and with bright yellow eyes made brighter by his striking sun tattoo. Huge, rippling muscles, strong Scottish accent and a dominant nature. All these personified Jazper and made him incredibly attractive to the lithe artisan.
And there he was, close to the bonfire. Fearless as always. The firelight glinted off his teeth as he smiled- even many of his smiles looked faintly threatening with those gleaming knives for fangs. For now, he was alone, though as a leader that wouldn't be for long. Especially not with the Italian fox so close.
Sebastian slunk behind the massive Alpha, padding soundlessly across the dry grass until he was right behind the huge Sole. He had a great ass, the Italian noted. He'd seen it and groped it plenty of times, but still. One had to appreciate what one had. Sebastian stepped lithely beside him, one hand giving Jazper's ass a good grope. Mindful of the onlookers that might see, he quickly moved the hand to rest on the Sole's lower back.
"Enjoying the celebrations, Jazzy?" he asked innocently, taking another long gulp from the wineglass and setting it down on a nearby table. His smile became a leering smirk as he raised his head to look up at the massive, dark male. "Why don't we celebrate somewhere more private, hmm?" He raised his muzzle a little higher, lowering his voice. "Anything you want."