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set for the 3rd of March!
Sebastian had spent much of his time transporting his wine back to Casa di Cavalieri. Now, for some indefinable reason, he was trekking along that same route once again. His paranoid streak insisted he had forgotten something, or he'd dropped a match, or left behind an entire wine rack.
Stubborn streak fully active and red-hot from overuse, the lean Italian hiked back to Halifax City. The good part of all this travel was that he had developed new leg and shoulder muscles from hiking with a heavy pack. The bad news was that it was boring and physically exhausting to get to Halifax and back to Casa within a day.
Until then, Sebastian trudged through the snow to get his wine from the secret basement in Halifax City. The electricity-maker had decided to stop working months ago, so he'd need to find his way in the darkness until he could reach the candles and few matches he had managed to save.
He stepped down the trapdoor cautiously, taking each step carefully until he reached the bottom and groped blindly for the matches. The weak flame that appeared barely made a dent in the darkness until the artisan lit several candles he'd stashed around the place. They were burning down, but each would certainly last several more hours. The seat cushion and bean bag he and Light had had some fun on were still there, as were two wine glasses the Italian had taken down.
It was surprisingly warm in the cellar. What harm could a short break cause? Sebastian left his empty satchel, his bow and quiver of arrows beside the cushion and laid down for a rest. He poured some fine wine into a glass and took a sip before he settled down, snuggled into the bean bag and had a nap.
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Bartholomew had been being naughty again! Well, not as naughty as say, Hurricane would be, but he definitely was going to get into some shit while he had control of the body. There was no reason for him not to have some fun while he had the time. His family stayed behind on this journey, for Bartholomew had argued his way out of them coming with him, because he didn't want the baggage, nor did he want the children to see what he was going to do while he was out, because he obviously was not the best influence between the three personalities, but he was not the worst of them all. Hurricane was, and everyone knew Hurricane. Everyone knew Bartholomew too, but Bartholomew wasn't around normally, he always seemed to want to be away from the family. Bartholomew did love Krystalle, there was no doubt about that, but the children had made a wedge form between them because he would want to do things with Krystalle that was not appropriate for the children, so that made him have to leave. Soon, when the children were old enough, Krystalle would be able to leave with him, and they would be able to party like old times.
He took his happy ass to Halifax though, his white jacket and otter fur skirt hugging his body even though his "South Californian" fur had long grown into "the harsh winter of Northern Nova Scotia" fur. He was not hot though, for there was still some snow on the ground in the city. He walked through and eventually got bored and started to look for things that were interesting to him. Mostly books, and backpacks, alcohol, and things of that nature. The man poured some of the alcohol he would find on his tattoos, which would make them burn in an 'oh so satisfying" way. Bartholomew then would continue on his journey to find something fun to do, and soon he had come upon a trail, a scent that was just begging to be followed. The strong scent turned from a wolf into wine though, and the Cubbins immediately was much more interested and he continued to follow it.
He followed the scent all the way to a trap door basement. He was apprehensive at the top of the stairs for a moment, if only because there was a nagging at the back of his head about walking into the darkness. It was Mars, and Bartholomew ignored the whispering of the male in his ear and he descended down into the basement. He found a sleeping beast in a rather comfortable looking bean bag chair. There was an open wine bottle next to the rust and cream male and a few glasses. Ya' 'xpectin someone 'er somethin'? asked the Californian, loud enough to try and wake the sleeping beast.
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Sebastian dreamed as he slept. He dreamed often as he slept, dreams of vibrant colours and strange shapes, dancing auroras and ghostly beasts. The odd good-looking man appeared every once in a while too, grinning as he enticed the artisan further into dreamland. Sebastian had a powerful imagination, and his dreams represented this. One trait was always present, though; the lands were always lush, filled with verdant plains and glittering rivers.
There was a faint smile on the Italian's face as he unconsciously snuggled further into the bean bag, his arms hugging the comfortable seat further into his chest. He was just getting to the good part when he was rudely interrupted.
One eye cracked open unwillingly, a loud yawn parting the halves of his muzzle. His back arched flexibly as he stretched out, letting out an appreciative sigh as a ripple of faint cracks could be heard from stiff muscles. It was only when he had slumped back down on the cushion, tail curled over his back, one arm keeping his head propped up and both eyes half opened that he allowed his bright orange eyes to wander lazily up the man who had interrupted his sleep.
His eyes widened slightly. The man was unlike anyone he had ever seen. Strange tattoos were clear from the candlelight, the strange dots on his cheek catching his eye. His face was divided nearly perfectly in half, divided by black and white with a single brown patch at the crest. He had thick, messy brown hair which Sebastian had a sudden urge to run his hands through. The duality even went down to his hands, except for a single brown finger. Several scars were scattered around his visage. Most bizarrely, he was wearing an incredible white jacket and what appeared to be a furry brown skirt.
It took Sebastian eight seconds to fully comprehend the sight before him, struck dumb by the man's appearance. Not least because in addition to his oddities, he was very handsome and was graced with a beautifully attractive voice.
Once his eyes had ceased roving over the stranger's body, Sebastian broke into a smile. This man was precisely the company he was searching for.
"Not any more," he answered ambiguously, smirking at the newcomer. One hand reached down to scratch idly at the red scar running across his chest. "I must admit, I have never seen one such as you before. Have you always been such a vision of duality?" he asked playfully, one finger running around the rim of his half-full wineglass.
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Bartholomew hadn't realized how asleep the male was when he had disturbed the being, but he figured it out when the man had yawned and stretched out of his sleep. Even when the male had finally opened his eyes to look at Bartholomew, the male looked lazily at him. Bartholomew held a smile on his maw, and his icy cold eyes were stuck on the rust and cream male. Their eyes contrasted each other in the candlelight, the fiery orange against the icy blue, both flickering in the candlelight with some sort of intensity behind them. Bartholomew was looking at the other male, as much as the rust male had been looking at him really. It wasn't too often that Bartholomew came across some utterly delicious looking men, or atleast some that were actually accepting of his presence, considering the words the male had spoken to him. Apparently, the man had been waiting for Bartholomew. Bart felt flattered, and he chuckled softly, the still handsome grin on his face as he let his eyes rest on the male's face.
"In so much more than just one way." the male spoke with a wink and that same grin on his face, the statement being vague with what he was actually talking about, and unwilling to explain. Bartholomew put his backpack on the ground annd he looked at a second bean bag chair, and pointed at it. "Mind 'ff I take dat seat?" the male asked, but barely left any room for an answer before he sat down in the seat and he leaned back in it. He sighed lightly and returned his gaze to the male that he had found, hiding in a rabbit hole with his bean bags chairs and a bottle of wine all to himself. Bartholomew leaned forward all of a sudden and put his arms on his thighs and then he rested his chin on his fist. "M'name's Bartholomew Cubbins. Who're ya'?" he asked the other male, cocking his head at the rust male.
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The stranger had a nice laugh, too. He looked right at the sprawled artisan as he spoke, something that Sebastian appreciated. He had a cute wink too, and a charming grin. His words were puzzling, though; what precisely did he mean? In what other ways could someone be a vision of duality? Perhaps he was moody or indecisive. Sebastian chose not to let it bother him as his vibrant orange eyes stayed fixed on the monochromatic male's bright blue ones.
The stranger left his backpack on the ground and took a seat, not waiting for an answer before he sat on the other bean bag. Sebastian dipped his head in acquiescence of his wishes, allowing him the seat next to the Italian. Sebastian shifted his own bean bag closer to him, sprawling out so that his muzzle nearly touched the tall stranger's knee.
Bartholomew Cubbins... it was a mouthful, but Sebastian didn't mind. The slender artisan planted his elbows on the bean bag and lifted his head, resting his head in his hands. He licked his chops deliberately as he gazed up at Bartholomew.
"Sebastian Auditore," he introduced himself with a smirk. "Vertia, artist, unofficial entertainer and sodomite of Casa di Cavalieri. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bartholomew. Wine?" he offered breezily, reaching over to pour a glass for the intriguing newcomer if he wanted it. If not, oh well. More for Sebastian.
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Bartholomew couldn't help but be reminded slightly of himself by the other male. It was strange because they looked nothing alike, for their furs were both way on the other sides of the spectrum, except for the same white that was ever so popular in many other canids. Bartholomew didn't take his eyes off the man, not for a second as he sat there and noticed that the male had gotten really close to him. Bartholomew didn't mind all that much, he never did mind when people got close to him. He actually liked the attention. He watched the man's tongue go over his chops as he looked at him, and Bartholomew's grin turned slightly on the devious side as he looked down at the other male.
The other finally said his own name. Sebastian Auditore. He was an artist, entertainer type, much like himself and his other half of him, Mars. It's a pleasha' ta' meet ya' too, Sebastian. I would loooove some wine, bro. spoke the male, the same smile still on his lips as he looked at the other male. Wanna know something interesting? I am an artist myself. I ain't got a pack though. the male spoke to the other, figuring the male would recognize that he doesn't have a home by his smell.
Casa di Cavalieri, eh? Neva' heard o' sucha place! Where issa dis pack ya' speak of, Mister Sebastian? spoke the eccentric male as he sat there and waited for the male to pour him some wine so he could get loose and have some fun. cuz' ya' see, I've heard of Cercatori d' Arte, Crimson Dreams, uh, Dahlia De Mai, Phoenix Valley, Aniwaya.........The Court, Cour des Miracles... An', uh....Dat coyote clan, I forget what that one is called. Never heard of dis Casa di Cavalieri place ya' speakin 'bout. spoke Bartholomew some more before he took a cigarette from his pocket and he put it in his mouth and then looked at the other male "Want a smoke?" asked Barth as he held one out to offer to the other male.
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That's okay! 
Bartholomew interested the Italian. He was less uptight than many Sebastian had met, more willing to let loose. Add in an accent that piqued his interest, a unique pattern on his fur and a very handsome face and Sebastian was ready to jump into bed with the handsome stranger. Not yet, though. He couldn't quite be sure which way the tri-coloured male swung just yet.
Bartholomew would looooove some wine. Good. Sebastian picked up the bottle and refilled his own glass before pouring some of the sweet red liquid into the spare. He listened to his new acquaintance as he did so, his ears perked and ready to pick up any useful or interesting pieces of information. A genuine smile formed on Sebastian's slim, coyote-like muzzle at the revelation that he was in the company of a fellow artist.
Bart didn't know where Casa was either. Perhaps it was newer than he'd thought. He also rattled off a list of packs, most of which were unfamiliar. Sebastian really needed to travel some more. Who knew, perhaps Bart would be a useful companion to have.
The acrobat shook his head when he was offered a smoke, still smiling with a hint of mischief. "No thanks. I don't smoke." Not yet, at any rate. Still, Bart was welcome to smoke an entire pack if he wanted.
"Casa di Cavalieri is just north of here, a few hours' journey. Quite a strong pack, with good land and worthy leaders." Sebastian passed the wineglass to Bartholomew, taking a long gulp from his own before he continued.
"It's good to meet another artist here. What sort are you? Painter, writer, sculptor?..." His voice trailed off as he let his eyes wander over Bart's attractive, muscular body. Seemingly naturally, the acrobat ignored the concept of personal space and rested his chin on the brown-haired male's knee. Just because he could, and also because he wanted to get a reaction from his fellow artisan, Sebastian let his free hand wander behind Bart's back and tugged mischievously on his curly tail, letting his fingers run through the fuzzy fur.
"Cute tail, too." Sebastian winked at the much larger male and let his own tail wag lazily from side to side like a metronome.
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Bartholomew saw the smile that formed on the male's mouth, and he matched it with his own smile, for he couldn't seem to help it all that much. The other male rejected the cigarette, and Bartholomew put the pack away and then lit the end of his cigarette. Jus sayin, dere's nothin better than having a cigarette and some wine.....Well, okay, dere's sex an' cigarettes, also coffee an' cigarettes, but hey, beggers can't be choosers, eh? the male spoke, even though something in the back of his head was telling him that he could probably accomplish two of the three of the latter with this male for some reason. You could say there was something instinctual about what Bartholomew was thinking about the male. If only because there were vibes falling from the eyes that were pinned on him. Bartholomew had his own eyes on the other male. Seb continued to speak though, as he passed the wine glass to Bart, who took it gracefully. Bartholomew let the glass come to his mouth and the liquid go into his mouth and down his throat.
It was dry red wine, but also very sweet. Very, very dry though. It made the male smack his lips and lick his lips a few times with his long tongue. He listened to the words of the male though, about Casa being a strong pack with worthy leaders. Bartholomew was in no position to argue, nor was he in any position to tell the male that he would come and join that pack, because frankly, he was not interested. He already knew where Mars was going to, and Bartholomew didn't object to that decision so he would not take things into his own hands in choosing packs. Bartholomew nodded his head lightly and committed the words to memory, just in case he ever needed it. He took another sip of the wine in his glass before he was asked a question. What kind of artist he was. I mostly paint, but I also play some music. Drums only tho'. spoke the accented male as he nodded his head. Little bit o' acting too. he added afterward.
The action of the male putting his head on Bart's knee made the male slightly tense up, just because he was not expecting to be touched as soon as he was. He looked down at the rust male and put a smile on his face, as well as his free ivory hand had gone and rested itself on the male's head, and his fingers ran through the locks that was the rust male's mane. When the man grabbed his curly tail, it went limp in the male's hand and that hand that was grabbing it ran through the fluffy fur there, and it made a shiver go up his spine. No one ever really touched his tail in the way he did, and it was weird to him. He caught the wink though and he smiled deviously at the male again. He took a puff from his cigarette and then he took another sip of his wine.
So where do'ya come from? Ya' born here in Nova Scotia? asked Bartholomew, still running his hand through the male's hair as he talked to him.
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Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Bartholomew's boldness. Even if he had no idea what coffee was, he sure as hell knew plenty about sex. "I don't know about that," he responded playfully. "I don't think you'd have to beg to get what you want." Especially from me. Mr Cubbins was pretty sexy. Uniquely-patterned fur, a low, smooth voice, great fashion sense (Sebastian particularly admired his jacket) and a very attractive manner.
A musician, painter and actor too? Someone was going to have to prevent the Italian from leaping on Bartholomew right away. Sebastian licked his lips briefly, his salmon-pink tongue dampening his chops as his orange eyes focused on the other man's charming smile. "I paint too," he smiled. "Play the piano well, and I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say I'm a pretty good dancer. I know how to use my body..." Sebastian took a slow drink of the red wine, licking his lips again. "And let others use it. If I have a partner, of course." The foxy male winked deliberately at Bartholomew once again, entwining the curly tail through his fingers.
Sebastian nearly jumped when Bart suddenly rested a hand on his head. He hadn't expected such a touch, but he did enjoy it. He let out a soft sigh and half-closed his eyes, a lazy smile letting Bart know that he appreciated the touch. A low purr of a growl escaped him as the bigger male ran his ivory hand through Sebastian's virtually non-existent mane. Really, it was just some slightly puffier fur running down his back.
A low laugh rumbled from his chest as Bart's question. "Did I lose my accent that quickly?" he asked cheerfully, nuzzling his cheek into the black-and-white male's furry skirt. It was very soft. "I'm from the land once called Italy," he responded mysteriously. "Where did you get your clothes?" he asked curiously, still slowly twirling the curly tail around his hand. A beautiful white jacket and an extremely soft brown skirt. He continued to rub his cheek into the comfortable skirt, his eyes closing in bliss.
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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.
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noooo your posts are so much better and Bart is so cuddly!
Sebastian had no readily available response for Bartholomew, choosing instead to nod his head and nuzzle the furry skirt a little more. It was a very, very soft skirt. Luxurious. Comfortable. Especially with Bartholomew wearing it. He looked good in it, which was saying something. The Italian would never be caught dead in a skirt, but Bart managed to pull it off somehow.
A small smirk showed off sharp white teeth. "I didn't," he said, a note of disappointment in his voice. "It was back at home, where I had one. I do not know of one around here." Sebastian arched his spine satisfyingly, grunting softly before he settled back into his comfortable rhythm of twisting the cute curly tail through his fingers and rubbing his cheeks against the tattooed wolf's skirt.
And he was the very first Italian Bartholomew had met. Wonderful, really. Sebastian would provide a shining example of Italian culture for him. Perhaps he could show Bartholomew the dance of his people- the one that involved a lot of groping and grinding. "I've never heard someone with your accent either," he mumbled, his voice somewhat indistinct, muffled against the skirt he was so enamoured with. The acrobat shifted over deliberately until his nose lingered a centimetre from Bart's muscular torso. Out of curiosity and absolutely nothing else, Sebastian wriggled forward and rubbed his cheek against the white jacket.
His brother and Ouija. Huh. "Who's your brother?" Sebastian asked. As his mind spiralled into fantasies involving Bart and Bart's brother, Sebastian was taking note of the wagging tail, the way Bart licked his lips, the hand stroking along his back and the larger male's friendliness. Gods, but Bartholomew was so interesting. Handsome and sexy were awesome bonuses, but that was the main thing keeping him so fixated on the brown-haired luperci. He was fascinating to the Italian.
The hand that played with Bartholomew's tail went to his waist, tracing along the skin and fur just peeking over the edge of the skirt, comfortably close to Bart's ass. His other hand sprawled across the tall wolf's legs, feeling both the skirt and the thigh beneath it. His cheek rubbed against Bartholomew's jacket as his tail wagged from side to side. Comfy, warm and more than slightly aroused, Sebastian was very happy to cuddle up to Bartholomew Cubbins.
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It was never Bartholomew's intention to wear a skirt, but the pelt seemed to turn into one when Bartholomew put it on (in all reality, it was just a skinned otter pelt, but he just tied it around his waist, and it turned into a skirt that way) and he actually liked the way it looked so he kept it like that. Now, every time that Bartholomew was out, he was sure to take off Mars' pants and trade them for the comfy skirt that let the breeze go between his legs. This was what he really enjoyed. He also was enjoying the man rubbing his cheek all over his groin, though with all of that weird teasing, he better get something out of it, that's what Bartholomew was concerned about. Though, he was sure that he would get something and would be rather pissed if his assumptions were wrong.
Sebastian went to speak about the piano that was non-existent. Bartholomew nodded his head. I figured. It's been da' same with mah brotha'. spoke the man as he felt the male tugging on his tail and rubbing his face against his crotch pretty much. He wasn't expecting the guy to rub his cheek against his jacket next though, and he almost flinched yet again from the male, but had no where to go, so he ended up not moving. Seb commented on Bart's accent and then Bart chuckled. I haven't met any Californians 'round here neither. So I ain't surprised. the wolfdog spoke to the wolf with a smile plastered on his lips. He could feel the buzzing of the wine in his brain and he was enjoying that as well as the attention the other was giving him. Bartholomew returned the attention by batting at the foxy man's ear and giggling at the other. He emptied his wine glass and looked at the other man with icy blue eyes.
Mind if I git 'nother drink, bro? asked Bartholomew, his manners lacking some. Bartholomew took his last drag from the cigarette he was smoking and he put it out on the ground next to the bean bag chair he was sitting on. With the question of who his brother was, a sly grin passed on his lips. Oh, he don't matter much. He's pretty lame anyways. the male spoke, shaking off the question to deal with the increasingly tempting male. There were touches in places that was making Bart both nervous and excited a the same time and a conversation in the middle of it was not really something that Bartholomew thought he would be able to do. He noticed that the man was touching the inside of his thigh, through the skirt, but Bart touched the man's hand and guided it to where he would be able to get under the skirt and even closer to all that was Bartholomew Cubbins(but in all reality, it was Mars Russo).
The sly grin still was on his lips. Wants ta' make this interesting? asked Bartholomew as he let his tongue come from his mouth and touch the top of the other man's muzzle.
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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.
[html] ooc: >:] I don't plan on Mars cutting his hair for awhile. But he would introduce himself as Mars rather than Bart.  Also, mind putting an [m] tag in the title? (unless you'd rather just fade to black soon) whichever way is good to me. Bart is such a whore, I apologize.
Seb gladly gave Bart another drink, and Bart smiled at the other man. Thanks he offered the man and he pet the man's head again. Once the male was done pouring the drink, Bart swirled the liquid in the glass before he sniffed it and then put the glass to his lips and take a big gulp of the red wine. A silly grin appeared on the Californian's maw as he was being rubbed against by the male. Sebastian sure was more snuggly then a lot of people that he knew. Ouija probably was one that rivaled the male in front of him though, only because Ouija was 2 feet taller than the Cubbins man and when they snuggled it was more like Ouija swallowing Bartholomew in a mass of rainbow colored fur. He was painfully aware that this man was different from the rainbow colored man though, but Bartholomew was not complaining. In fact, he was excited to get to know this man better.
The man did not shy away from stroking the inside of Bartholomew's thigh, which was a relief, because he had been daringly bold to place the man's hand under there. Bart had a feeling that the other wouldn't have shied away anyways. In fact, he did just the opposite. The man gave him a lick on the neck, and a devious smile replaced the sly one on Bart's maw. Bart let a chuckle come from his maw as the other finally grabbed him, hard. Bart flinched back at the touch and lifted a leg to rest on Sebastian's side and he leaned into the groping of his manhood. He chuckled before he spoke: "Tis been awhile with another man, forgive meh if I flinch a lot." He was excited none the less, and his body did reflect that in positive ways to the other male. Bart licked at the man's maw again, and he let his own hands wander over the other's body. Since both of his hands were free, on wandered around the other's waist while the other was focused on the male's soft face, neck and then spine.
Eventually Bart's hands made their way to the other male's center and he gripped the male's length and started to stroke the male. Bart's tongue found itself licking the male's face again as he continued his actions.
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Seb would be more suspicious if their hair wasn't different, but awright and we can play through, I don't mind. Seb is a slutslutslut face.
Sebastian grinned slyly up at Bartholomew. It had been a while, hmm? He could deal with that. "Do not worry, cara mia," he purred invitingly. "I'll be gentle, hmm?" Sebastian shifted to his side, his dark hand steadily beginning to work up and down the dual-coloured male's hardening length. He liked the hand that stroked along his upper body and face while the other wandered around his waist, but surely he could put those to better use.
Sebastian let his tongue slip out and slide wetly along Bartholomew's, his salmon-pink sliding along the taller male's sharp teeth and black lips in a messy kiss. The Italian unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs as they became uncomfortable, releasing his growing erection. It excited him, prompting the Italian to continue the kiss for another few seconds before a low groan from Bart stroking his hardening cock made him pull away with a groan.
The Italian's tongue slid across his lips as he winked at Bartholomew before he got to his hands and knees and crawled between his legs. Sebastian lapped at his abdomen, slipping across each muscle as his slender hands worked to get his skirt off. The Breton grinned as he pushed the pelt away and leaned down, his tongue following the treasure trail until he could tease the head of Bartholomew's hot shaft.
[html] ooc: Can we just fade to black in your post? I'm so sorry for failing at this thread, would you like that other one still? I'll shoot ya' a PM after I post this.
Seb told him to not worry, that he would be gentle. Bartholomew chuckled at the words and at the end of his chuckle came a deep growl that seemed to rattle even his own ears. His hackles stood on his back, and he started to feel slightly uncomfortable in his jacket because of his, and because Bartholomew could feel every heartbeat making his skin feel quite too warm to be in his jacket any more. This could have been blamed on Seb for two reasons. One, the fox-pelted male was stroking his hardened cock, and two, the Fox-man gave Bartholomew a few drinks of that delicious wine. Added with the beanbag chairs, the only thing that was missing was the weed! Bartholomew had more to think about rather than the lack of marijuana (Just saying, in California, there would have been drugs, sex, alcohol, and rock and roll.) because before he knew it, his lips had captured a wild Sebastian in them again. Bartholomew kept up with the male, his hips not being able to help themselves and quivering every once in awhile under the man's touch. When the other man broke the kiss for a groan Bart hooked his hand around the other's shaft and also took two of his fingers to play with the man's balls. He would have worked his way to the other's ass if the male did not suddenly pull away from Bart completely.
Bart took this chance to slip off his jacket and push it to the ground. The absence of the jacket revealed more scars and one more tattoo. A well-porportioned body as well. A wink was what told him that nothing was wrong, but things were about to get better for him. Bartholomew relaxed then and went along for the ride. It all started with the 'fox' kissing his way down his muscled abdomen, and eventually getting his skirt completely off and pushing it aside. Bartholomew gave a surprised "oh!" when Seb got past his hips and to his target. Bart welcomed that with a content "mmm, Sebastian, You flirt!" and a deep chuckle as he let the male continue, and eventually he started to pet the male's head, and trying not to bust, and better yet, trying not to choke the man with his dick.
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No problemo!
Bartholomew was an attentive lover, Sebastian would give him that. Plenty of guys had been content for him to do all the work for them and while that was nice on occasion, he did like giving and getting equally. Bart didn't melt under his touch like other guys- he at least had the presence of mind to give the lithe Italian some pleasure in return.
Sebastian's lithe, salmon-pink tongue ran up along the underside before he pulled away with a cocky smirk. "I would have thought this counted as slightly more satisfying than flirting, cara mia," he purred warmly, winking up at Bartholomew.
Sebastian rested his hands on Bart's thighs as he lowered his head again, licking Bartholomew's balls and letting his tongue slide along his hot, hard cock before he leaned further down to take Bart's length into his mouth and down his throat. He let out an appreciative growl in the back of his throat at the petting, causing pleasurable vibrations for the dual-coloured male. His nose was pressed against Bart's belly with little trouble, long practice ensuring he needed time to adjust his gag reflex as he started to suck.
It wasn't long before Sebastian was sprawled out on one of the bean bags, Bart's hips slamming against him and sweat almost dripping off his fur. He had to admit, Bartholomew Cubbins knew what he was doing. He couldn't tell him that, of course- mainly because he was still begging for more.
faaaaaaaaaade to black
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