Mar 29, 2017
“Ya know - being trapped underground I’m now seeing why people hate tourists so much.”
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“Ya know - being trapped underground I’m now seeing why people hate tourists so much.”
As he was in his own little bubble, something that often happened. William didn’t notice when someone walked up to him until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he mustered up a smile. “Oh ehm hey, sorry did you want something?” he asked and tilted his head.
Having only been in America for a few days, this was all still very new to Tristan. He didn’t know who to approach first - what if he was met with another master? He’d never slept with another dominant before, it was very rare that he found himself interested in someone that wanted to be in the position of power. But, when in Rome... So he told himself as he fixed the mask around his eyes and licked his tongue along his lower lip. He felt someones arm brush past him, a small crowd of people leaving to enter another room and shortly after, a straggler passed and he saw his opportunity to talk to someone that wasn’t already too busy with their tongue down someones throat or ass. “Hey -- are you with them?”
Dressed sharply in a new designer suit that he’d already forgotten the name of, the master adjusted the cuff around his wrist and scanned the room. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for yet, but he knew he had to find it here -- whatever it was. He wore a black mask over his eyes, though there were others around that had chosen red but there was no dragging Connor from his black aesthetic. Forgoing his usual attempts to skulk in the corner with a drink, he pressed on through the crowds and let his hands brush lightly over those who reached out towards him and settled in comfortably at the centre of a small group of people he had yet to recognise.
Sipping her drink, she observed everyone. Angels and devils mingling, intermingling. There were quite a few voyeurs and exhibitionists attending the masquerade. The anonymity certainly helped. As she turned her head, she noticed someone watching her. Raising an eyebrow, she lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers in a wave as she smiled.
- Angel!Noah for one night only...
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