"Are you flirting with the mortals?" Much as he'd like to sound indignant, he hears his own amused fondness, maybe a little bit of irritation sneaking in-- irritation easily soothed by squeezing Armand's hand and then switching it up so he's got a hand on Armand's ass as they pass the last of them.
"It's not my best work," he says, "but yeah, of course. You haven't tried catfishing for dinner before? It seems like it's up your alley." Gentle teasing, accompanied by the shift to wrapping his arm around Armand's waist. Being able to put his hands on his maker, however and whenever, only makes him greedy for more.
The walk to the designated spot on the beach isn't a long one, but the ocean rolls calm against the sand and the stars shine just as bright from here. It's fucking romantic, is what it is.
Has he always wanted this? He's done shit like this before, with the wives, with girlfriends; it'd been pleasant. Could be that his vampire senses are sharper, and it's much more likely to be Armand-induced euphoria. A small, nagging part of him, however, wonders if he might have enjoyed it more with another man at this side.
As he leads Armand around a natural wall of rock, he sets the tangle of thoughts aside. He is here with Armand, and they're gonna drink some perverts and at least get to third base about it.
His phone chimes. "Any second now," he murmurs, and sure enough, a pair of overgrown frat boys bearing a case of beer slink onto the scene.
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Date: 2024-09-04 01:16 am (UTC)"It's not my best work," he says, "but yeah, of course. You haven't tried catfishing for dinner before? It seems like it's up your alley." Gentle teasing, accompanied by the shift to wrapping his arm around Armand's waist. Being able to put his hands on his maker, however and whenever, only makes him greedy for more.
The walk to the designated spot on the beach isn't a long one, but the ocean rolls calm against the sand and the stars shine just as bright from here. It's fucking romantic, is what it is.
Has he always wanted this? He's done shit like this before, with the wives, with girlfriends; it'd been pleasant. Could be that his vampire senses are sharper, and it's much more likely to be Armand-induced euphoria. A small, nagging part of him, however, wonders if he might have enjoyed it more with another man at this side.
As he leads Armand around a natural wall of rock, he sets the tangle of thoughts aside. He is here with Armand, and they're gonna drink some perverts and at least get to third base about it.
His phone chimes. "Any second now," he murmurs, and sure enough, a pair of overgrown frat boys bearing a case of beer slink onto the scene.