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Whatever. Sooner or later, his men were going to come up with something--they just had to. Because his new favorite toy was the kind of thing he wanted to have around for a very long time. | +1 | |
As he opened the door, he started to smile. "Hi, honey, I'm home." | +1 | |
Across town, in the tat shop, Blay stayed mostly focused on what was doing on John's back. There was just something hypnotic about watching that needle trace over the blue transfer lines. Then from time to time, the artist paused to swipe the skin with a white paper towel before resuming his work, the whirring sound of the gun filling the silence once again. | +1 | |
Unfortunately, as captivating as it all was, he still had enough attention span left over to be very aware of when Qhuinn decided to fuck that human woman: After the pair chatted softly and swapped a lot of casual stroking down arms and shoulders, those astounding, mismatched eyes drifted over to the front door. | +1 | |
And a moment later, Qhuinn strolled across and checked to make sure it was locked. | +1 | |
That green-and-blue stare didn't meet Blay's as he came back to the tat station. | +1 | |
"You doing good?" he asked John. | +1 | |
When John glanced up and nodded, Qhuinn quickly signed, You mind if I get a little exercise behind that curtain? | +1 | |
Please say yes, you do mind, Blay thought. Please tell him he has to stay here. | +1 | |
Not at all, John signed. You take care of yourself. | +1 | |
I'll be on it if you need me. Even if I have to come out with my cock out. | +1 | |
Yeah, if we could avoid that, I'd appreciate it. | +1 | |
Qhuinn laughed a little. "Fair enough." There was a heartbeat of a pause; then he turned away without looking at Blay. | +1 | |
The woman went into the other room first, and given the way she was working her hips, she was as ready for what was going to happen as Qhuinn was. Then Qhuinn's big shoulders shifted as he ducked out of sight and the veil fell back into place. | +1 | |
The overhead light in the room and the curtain's anorexic fibers provided plenty of get-a-load-of-this, so Blay got a distilled picture of Qhuinn reaching out and pulling her by the neck against him. | +1 |