after the masquerade
Mar 24, 2011 2:30:18 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Mar 24, 2011 2:30:18 GMT -5
Tybalt came home that evening with a young man he'd met at the party, which was an unusual thing for him, but he'd sullenly sipped enough wine to at least be a little reckless. And he had needed to quickly slip out of the company of his devilishly attractive roommate, who in tight maroon had drawn the eye of many down the length of his body, not a thing to which Tybalt's eye wished to be drawn.
Thus it was Herbert's turn to return home to the sound of loud sex, although in this case Tybalt had somehow fumbled the closing of the door, so had Herbert had any inclination he could have glanced in through the wedge of visibility and gotten at least a partial eyeful of Tybalt and another man in fancy dress (and half out of it) partaking of their fill of fleshly sins. Tybalt would not have noticed, for he bottomed beautifully.
Then half an hour later came the sound of them doing it again. It was very clear from all things that Tybalt must have been taking charge, for the other man's noises were just a little on the surprised side of enjoyment, and Tybalt was practically growling his.
The next morning the birds warbled as though they too had had a good night and Tybalt's bedmate did the walk of shame past Herbert with a little nod to him, probably more than thankful that the blinds were closed. In another twenty minutes Tybalt appeared in the doorway, yawned, and leaned back against it to stretch, looking.... dare it be said? pleased with his damn self, and possibly about to announce it.
Thus it was Herbert's turn to return home to the sound of loud sex, although in this case Tybalt had somehow fumbled the closing of the door, so had Herbert had any inclination he could have glanced in through the wedge of visibility and gotten at least a partial eyeful of Tybalt and another man in fancy dress (and half out of it) partaking of their fill of fleshly sins. Tybalt would not have noticed, for he bottomed beautifully.
Then half an hour later came the sound of them doing it again. It was very clear from all things that Tybalt must have been taking charge, for the other man's noises were just a little on the surprised side of enjoyment, and Tybalt was practically growling his.
The next morning the birds warbled as though they too had had a good night and Tybalt's bedmate did the walk of shame past Herbert with a little nod to him, probably more than thankful that the blinds were closed. In another twenty minutes Tybalt appeared in the doorway, yawned, and leaned back against it to stretch, looking.... dare it be said? pleased with his damn self, and possibly about to announce it.