Armand begins to walk away, beckoning Daniel to come with him with one of those unbearably lovely, long fingers before he turns to smile warmly at the two boys. "Gentlemen," he greets them, amiable and warm. "Are you here waiting for someone?"
The two of them give him a disgusted look, even if their eyes linger far too long. They're tempted, Armand can see that, and even when the inevitable begins to happen, he feels a thrill go through him.
"Fuck off, faggot," the one on the right snarls, nudging his buddy. "Hey. Maybe if the girls don't show up, you can fuck this one. I bet he's as tight as them."
Oh dear. Armand's smile widens. "Beloved," he calls over his shoulder calmly. "Would you like that one?"
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Date: 2024-09-04 11:40 pm (UTC)The two of them give him a disgusted look, even if their eyes linger far too long. They're tempted, Armand can see that, and even when the inevitable begins to happen, he feels a thrill go through him.
"Fuck off, faggot," the one on the right snarls, nudging his buddy. "Hey. Maybe if the girls don't show up, you can fuck this one. I bet he's as tight as them."
Oh dear. Armand's smile widens. "Beloved," he calls over his shoulder calmly. "Would you like that one?"