Dec 22, 2024
@latawicacollective continued
Funny what a few months with a satyr will do to a man. No further invitation needed. He sets down his bag and climbs right onto Omi's lap, facing the goat, hands slipping onto his shoulders for stability until familiar hands support his lower back.
"You didn't text me yesterday. Thought I'd pissed you off somehow." And yet he, too, elected to wait for a response instead of send a message himself. Typical. "Everything good with your household?"
This delicate balance- his life, his job, his friends outside of ending up in the lap of the lord of lust- has become harder and harder to maintain for Lance. Surely Omi's also feeling some pressure.