Hayden's eyes were all for the man in front of him. The slow sensual movements. The perfect timing. He knew a player when he saw one. He knew from experience. Tonight would be an excellent night.
Everything about this man made his skin tingle and Hayden was lost in the moment. He asked about names and Hayden had gandered his name tag before he slipped off his shirt. Seven. It fit with all the other names he'd seen. The Wicked Truth. The Emissary Cle0patra There were any countless nameless people. Hayden put his hands on the man's hips and leaned it to kiss his shoulder before answering "Sure love, always good to have a name to scream. Mine's Hayden." Hayden continued to kiss his way up the man's neck to his ear.
"I'm Seven"
Hayden chuckled. "Oh we are using our made up names." Hayden quoted an old classic. He leaned back to look upon the face of the man who had just given him his fake name. The one he played on the internet. But when he looked at him there was no joke on his face. He wasn't lying. It wasn't that there wasn't a smirk, or a sparkle in his eye. It was the way he held his stare that Hayden knew it wasn't a lie. "You're shittin me." Hayden laughed. "Don't tell me your younger brother is Eight and your oldest is One."
Hayden continued to laugh as he backed up towards the bed, his hands grasping Seven's as he walked. He licked his lips and sat on the bed letting go of his hands. "This better not be like your endurance limit or anything cause I have plans for you tonight." He moved back towards the headboard waggling a come hither to Seven. Hayden lay back on the pillows with one arm behind his head and his finger still beckoning him to join him. "Let's see how your name sounds." His head fall back as if he were in the throws of passion and moaned like things had been going for a long time. "Oh, Seven." Hayden's outstretched hand fell to his thigh and he pulled it up over his leg and over the curve in his hip towards his navel.
Hayden hoped he hadn't over done the teasing. He lifted his head just a slight and peaked through heavy eyelids to see Seven's reaction.
Everything about this man made his skin tingle and Hayden was lost in the moment. He asked about names and Hayden had gandered his name tag before he slipped off his shirt. Seven. It fit with all the other names he'd seen. The Wicked Truth. The Emissary Cle0patra There were any countless nameless people. Hayden put his hands on the man's hips and leaned it to kiss his shoulder before answering "Sure love, always good to have a name to scream. Mine's Hayden." Hayden continued to kiss his way up the man's neck to his ear.
"I'm Seven"
Hayden chuckled. "Oh we are using our made up names." Hayden quoted an old classic. He leaned back to look upon the face of the man who had just given him his fake name. The one he played on the internet. But when he looked at him there was no joke on his face. He wasn't lying. It wasn't that there wasn't a smirk, or a sparkle in his eye. It was the way he held his stare that Hayden knew it wasn't a lie. "You're shittin me." Hayden laughed. "Don't tell me your younger brother is Eight and your oldest is One."
Hayden continued to laugh as he backed up towards the bed, his hands grasping Seven's as he walked. He licked his lips and sat on the bed letting go of his hands. "This better not be like your endurance limit or anything cause I have plans for you tonight." He moved back towards the headboard waggling a come hither to Seven. Hayden lay back on the pillows with one arm behind his head and his finger still beckoning him to join him. "Let's see how your name sounds." His head fall back as if he were in the throws of passion and moaned like things had been going for a long time. "Oh, Seven." Hayden's outstretched hand fell to his thigh and he pulled it up over his leg and over the curve in his hip towards his navel.
Hayden hoped he hadn't over done the teasing. He lifted his head just a slight and peaked through heavy eyelids to see Seven's reaction.