[Even after spilling into the halls, Fuuta isn't spared lascivious glances. The way he's tucked into Charlie, red and aroused, catches the attention of more than a few passerby. Head to toe, the guests' appraisal is leaden. Charlie gives these temporary voyeurs a quick and devious smile, assuring them.] Yeah, he's alright. Just got himself a little too worked up, you know?
[He's not the only one. Charlie can feel the thrum of Fuuta's pulse beneath his grip. His hold tightens, constricting bloodflow to feel arteries swell. Tongue darting over his lips, Charlie reminds himself of the effects Fuuta is experiencing.
He's not the most patient man.
With quickening strides, Charlie guides his wobbly companion to the door of a luxurious washroom. There he stops; the heat from Fuuta's forehead nestling into him is shock to his resolve. A pause follows as Charlie's other arm rises to fold around Fuuta's shoulders in something almost like a hug. Holding the boy close, he leans down.] You wanted to go to the bathroom, right?
[Now with one hand planted on the shoulder opposite his initial grip, Charlie abruptly shoves Fuuta through the large wooden door and into the lobby. Couches line three of the four walls, the fourth a large multi-paneled mirror. Past the sitting room a line of floor to ceiling stalls await whatever business a cherished resort guest could have.
Charlie drops Fuuta onto a couch, immediately leaning down over him. If the boy continues to cling, he won't try to disconnect.] You said you want me to take care of that for you, right? Or do you want me to find you a playmate? [This is a genuine offer as much as it is goading to get Fuuta to ask for something he so clearly wants.]
fuuta continues to be really cute
[He's not the only one. Charlie can feel the thrum of Fuuta's pulse beneath his grip. His hold tightens, constricting bloodflow to feel arteries swell. Tongue darting over his lips, Charlie reminds himself of the effects Fuuta is experiencing.
He's not the most patient man.
With quickening strides, Charlie guides his wobbly companion to the door of a luxurious washroom. There he stops; the heat from Fuuta's forehead nestling into him is shock to his resolve. A pause follows as Charlie's other arm rises to fold around Fuuta's shoulders in something almost like a hug. Holding the boy close, he leans down.] You wanted to go to the bathroom, right?
[Now with one hand planted on the shoulder opposite his initial grip, Charlie abruptly shoves Fuuta through the large wooden door and into the lobby. Couches line three of the four walls, the fourth a large multi-paneled mirror. Past the sitting room a line of floor to ceiling stalls await whatever business a cherished resort guest could have.
Charlie drops Fuuta onto a couch, immediately leaning down over him. If the boy continues to cling, he won't try to disconnect.] You said you want me to take care of that for you, right? Or do you want me to find you a playmate? [This is a genuine offer as much as it is goading to get Fuuta to ask for something he so clearly wants.]