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Hunter smirked against Lucienâs ear at the question before feeling the scientist turn his head a little. âI think you and I should take a ride back to my apartment.. or the nearest abandoned building or alleyway if you canât wait that long,â he chuckled quietly, giving Lucienâs shoulders a little squeeze, forcing some more explicit images into the scientistâs mind to watch him squirm just a bit more. This was all far too entertaining, and Hunter would be lying if he said he didnât want to watch the pretty Frenchman moan and cry out his name.
âWould you like that, Lucien? Would you like me to take care of that for you?â
Lucien struggled to keep his head about him. Usually he wasnât so impulsive, but his thoughts kept roaming to places they shouldnât with this man he barely knew. He could visualize the moments so clearly. Feel Hunter pressed against him, his tongue move along the length of his neck. The questions came and Lucien was up out of his chair taking Hunterâs hand and pulling him out of the cafe as he grabbed his coat not bothering to put it on. He walked with purpose past the familiar storefronts and bars that littered the street taking a side alleyway moving down it so they were obstructed by an fire exit that was built into the side of the building. He pressed Hunter against it lips seeking out the pair that had taunted him the entire time he was in that shop. They were softer than expected.Â











