[ Up, up, against the wall, and Yuri's hands settle flat on either side of Rosen's hips. His eyes are dark, the expression in them lazily predatory. Like... a jaguar, say. ]
Hmm, well.
[ One hand leaving the wall; slipping between them, up under Rosen's vest, to find the top button of his pants and pop it. ]
I think that depends. Good boys get to choose, after all.
i mean it might be. it's possible.
Hmm, well.
[ One hand leaving the wall; slipping between them, up under Rosen's vest, to find the top button of his pants and pop it. ]
I think that depends. Good boys get to choose, after all.