[The older man takes the first bite with a smile, and his hand now tugs on the belt of Dorian's pants. "Sit down. It's more comfortable."
The corner of Taryon's mouth juts sideways at this gross activity: eating a large, soft dish with one's hands is gross to watch, but now this man is feeding of of Dorian's fingers. Suddenly, Tary recalls how easily he becomes queasy, and if he's asked to do the same...
Lord Karnon notices this expression, and he jerks Taryon to face him. Without losing the fake smile, he hisses, "I don't want to see that around here. You go to that man and make sure he's happy. You're not allowed to stand around doing nothing unless I order you to." He ends the threat by slapping Taryon's ass. "Go on," he says in a regular tone.
Taryon wanders behind the second man's chair wringing his hands. This guest is enjoying feeding himself, stuffing his face with food and wine. There's little space to fit in there, so he reaches for the guest's shoulders and starts massaging them. He's never done this to another person, but the man's pleased hum must mean he's doing a good job, right?
"A bit harder, babe," he says, rolling his shoulders and sitting straighter.]
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The corner of Taryon's mouth juts sideways at this gross activity: eating a large, soft dish with one's hands is gross to watch, but now this man is feeding of of Dorian's fingers. Suddenly, Tary recalls how easily he becomes queasy, and if he's asked to do the same...
Lord Karnon notices this expression, and he jerks Taryon to face him. Without losing the fake smile, he hisses, "I don't want to see that around here. You go to that man and make sure he's happy. You're not allowed to stand around doing nothing unless I order you to."
He ends the threat by slapping Taryon's ass. "Go on," he says in a regular tone.
Taryon wanders behind the second man's chair wringing his hands. This guest is enjoying feeding himself, stuffing his face with food and wine. There's little space to fit in there, so he reaches for the guest's shoulders and starts massaging them. He's never done this to another person, but the man's pleased hum must mean he's doing a good job, right?
"A bit harder, babe," he says, rolling his shoulders and sitting straighter.]