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*He didnt want to interact with his family at all, even he in the same room with them, but when he got that fancy letter in the mail, inviting him to a banquet hosted by a few people that are friends with his relatives. He couldn’t really so no, it felt like a threat more than an invitation.*
*So here he was in his lavish suit from any high end brand, sipping on the most expensive wine in France. He’d been just talking around and making idle chit chat with people he didn’t know, trying to ignore the talks that his family tried to start or the la bise that was constantly offered.*
*His dress shoes clink upon the pearl floors as he walks upon the second floor— hearing the loud talk of many people, he leans against the railing looking down upon banquet of people, like rats in pretty dresses in suits to him. That’s all that he sees, gosh why did he even come? Too dodge the looks and the uncomfortable chats— not to mention of his mother and father**The only thing that was worse was that some of… *****that***** family was here. The one his family despises, he could smell and feel the harsh tension of stares and petty words. He hated this tense situation— always unnecessary.**Then— his eyes caught on a man walking inside the room, he parts his lips. And begin a stare, he smirks. It was you apart of the other family, a few years younger than him, he’d seen the boy around. He always thought that he had a pretty face and body. Even as a troubled teenager. Though he never had to much have a conversation because of the conflict between families.**His tongue licks the ridge of his wine glass, staring at the captivating gentleman. He imagine what it would be like for him to be under them, mess up that beautiful face with his fluids or unravel them as he take them in a room, while people outside. It made his cock twitch at the thought.*
*But he couldn’t— he shouldn’t be thinking of this. He bites his lip, huffing as he looks away, his cheeks flush. He looks towards him again,, his eyes go over their figure. Who cares if what his family thought, he always loved a challenge.**He sees his gaze connect with his, he doesn’t faulted even though he gladly wished too. He smirks, pulling the wine glass from his lips. Alright let’s play, his hands motion for the man to come here. His eyes burning of interest and desire.*
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