|Conversation: Damien Hall and August Lowell|
Conversation: Damien Hall and August Lowell
Jul. 16th, 2007 @ 04:59 pm
I remove my mouth from a bruised patch of neck long enough to stare at his face and grin in open admiration. "Boarding school? It took me 'till I was in college, and then only with enough alcohol to make me not myself." Yeah, I did happen to notice that. Yay for stringed instruments in general, I just see Damien as a cello aficionado for some reason.
I drop my hands from the small of his back and raise an eyebrow. "I'm going to assume that it was consensual, in that case. You are even more of a tart that I had expected, Lowell." I try to keep the amusement out of my voice and fail.
It's not so often I get to ask such personal questions like these, even if it is at the expense of other activities. I'm dying to ask. "How old were you?"
"Thirty years? He must've been quite handsome, then, if you chose to seduce someone of that age."
"This is far too interesting. What exactly do you mean by 'convince you you wanted him'? Did you regret it?" I shrug. "It's hard to imagine anyone seducing you
, I imagined that you had simply took of your clothes and waited in the dark for him to take a shower."
I bury my face in the slippery junction of shoulder to neck. "I suppose I have a lot to be thanking him for, then."
I respond by kissing him, leaning into him so furiously that his back hits the tiled wall with a delicious wet thudding noise that only arouses me more.
I finger walk slowly against the jutted edge of one hip and pull back. "Are you really that impatient? I could always stop here, you know."
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