emiliobonaparte:
“Ah, I can see the bungalows from where I’m staying,” he nodded, and noticed how nice the bungalows looked. “Rockstar?” Emilio questioned and quirked a brow. “Do you have pictures? I need to see this,” he insisted.
He listened to Aki and when hearing him mention that he wants to fuck on a boat, he could only snort. “Well, I own a boat– not that I’m offering that up. It’s not the boat that everyone imagines it to be. Though, adopting all the animals is on my bucket list too. I get high, and I actually don’t drink that much– can’t operate a boat intoxicated,” he mused.
“Well, if you can see mine you’ve likely gotten a show a time or two. I do not mind nudity at all.” He gave the other man a little wink. “I do. Just google me. The bad is called Ragdolls.” He’d leave it like that and let Emilio stumble on the plethora of images that spanned so many look changes from his early years up til current. Including a couple where he dressed in drag so convincingly he’d rocked some straight men and their confidence in being purely straight. Ah, his younger years.
“You’re not, how sad,” he said with a pout. Honestly, Emilio was hot. He’d not mind a romp with the man. “And perhaps it hasn’t been so fun because you haven’t found the right person to make it fun with?” He then wiggled his brows suggestively. “And, well, I drink enough for everyone. And smoke enough. We need to get high together some time. There is nothing like getting to know a person while you’re both high as a fucking kite.”









