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Sep. 11th, 2009 02:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha:( Sadly, my only PH writing seems to come from the kink meme.
Reo bet this was why Echo had such long sleeves.
'This' would be the fact that currently his arms were tied behind his back with his suit coat, and his shirt had been pushed down to further hamper movement. Echo's short dress probably also made it easier for Vincent to access her 'naughty' areas, since Vincent seemed to be having trouble undoing Reo's pants. As Reo figured that the Nightray family children were dressed by their servants from a young age (well, since he was adopted in Master Vincent's face) that they might have a little trouble undoing belts, buckles, buttons, and a chain.
"A chain?" Vincent twined the tiny links of silver around his fingers. "Hmm, is that symbolic Reo?" Vincent smiled at him, his eyes slivers of blood and gold, his smile sharp enough to cut. "Maybe of your attachment to my little brother?"
Reo blinked at Vincent. Vincent was easy to focus on, but everything else in the room was blurry. Reo's glasses had been set aside early on. Way early on. When Vincent was 'seducing' him. Really, Reo should have known better than to wander too near Master Vincent's rooms while Echo was out on a 'job'. "It is just a chain, Master Vincent."
Vincent kissed the locks of silver before letting them fall to the side. The links pooled like a coiled snake on the floor. "If you like chains, I'll introduce you to some fun ones, Reo."
Reo blinked again, and Vincent began stroking him. Reo, as a young interested male, knew that it took very little to give him an erection. Still, Vincent was scary, and so it took more than one stroke to get Reo hard. If Reo was anyone else, he might squirm, instead he focused on the look on Vincent's face. Vincent was smiling again, but his eyes had gone fuzzy, like he was seeing someone who wasn't there. Not Echo, perhaps Gilbert? Or someone else. Reo could not even being to guess at Vincent Nightray's motives.
He just tried to keep Elliot out of the way.
Vincent stood and unlaced his pants. Reo, knowing the way of things, squirmed so he was on his knees instead of lying with legs at odd angles on the floor. Vincent's hand stroked through Reo's unruly black hair and tugged him forward. "If you wouldn't mind."
Reo glanced up, but Vincent's face was now as fuzzy as his motives.
Reo opened his mouth.
Reo bet this was why Echo had such long sleeves.
'This' would be the fact that currently his arms were tied behind his back with his suit coat, and his shirt had been pushed down to further hamper movement. Echo's short dress probably also made it easier for Vincent to access her 'naughty' areas, since Vincent seemed to be having trouble undoing Reo's pants. As Reo figured that the Nightray family children were dressed by their servants from a young age (well, since he was adopted in Master Vincent's face) that they might have a little trouble undoing belts, buckles, buttons, and a chain.
"A chain?" Vincent twined the tiny links of silver around his fingers. "Hmm, is that symbolic Reo?" Vincent smiled at him, his eyes slivers of blood and gold, his smile sharp enough to cut. "Maybe of your attachment to my little brother?"
Reo blinked at Vincent. Vincent was easy to focus on, but everything else in the room was blurry. Reo's glasses had been set aside early on. Way early on. When Vincent was 'seducing' him. Really, Reo should have known better than to wander too near Master Vincent's rooms while Echo was out on a 'job'. "It is just a chain, Master Vincent."
Vincent kissed the locks of silver before letting them fall to the side. The links pooled like a coiled snake on the floor. "If you like chains, I'll introduce you to some fun ones, Reo."
Reo blinked again, and Vincent began stroking him. Reo, as a young interested male, knew that it took very little to give him an erection. Still, Vincent was scary, and so it took more than one stroke to get Reo hard. If Reo was anyone else, he might squirm, instead he focused on the look on Vincent's face. Vincent was smiling again, but his eyes had gone fuzzy, like he was seeing someone who wasn't there. Not Echo, perhaps Gilbert? Or someone else. Reo could not even being to guess at Vincent Nightray's motives.
He just tried to keep Elliot out of the way.
Vincent stood and unlaced his pants. Reo, knowing the way of things, squirmed so he was on his knees instead of lying with legs at odd angles on the floor. Vincent's hand stroked through Reo's unruly black hair and tugged him forward. "If you wouldn't mind."
Reo glanced up, but Vincent's face was now as fuzzy as his motives.
Reo opened his mouth.
