[Lord Karnon smiles, pleased, and Taryon can see a fraction of his expression from down below.
"Look at me, boy."
Taryon turns to the man whose feet are on him, his free hand now patting the space between his legs. There is no second command, only a question directed at Lord Karnon: business dealings, asking after another imprisoned sex slave that he enjoyed at a prior party, and yes, he likes this blond man. Blonds are easy to boss around, he says.
Taryon says nothing and smiles throughout the conversation, allowing his mind to wander while he avoids any of the stray touches he sees on Dorian - from underneath the table, two pairs of legs are visible, as is exactly where the older man's hands are.
"Blondie," Taryon's man moans, and he snaps to attention. "Can you take care of me real quick? Oh- Karnon, don't mind me, I just need him for a few minutes." His feet drop to the ground, and when he moves to untie his dress pants - ah. There it is. That bulge that Taryon hopes looks larger than it actually is.]
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"Look at me, boy."
Taryon turns to the man whose feet are on him, his free hand now patting the space between his legs. There is no second command, only a question directed at Lord Karnon: business dealings, asking after another imprisoned sex slave that he enjoyed at a prior party, and yes, he likes this blond man. Blonds are easy to boss around, he says.
Taryon says nothing and smiles throughout the conversation, allowing his mind to wander while he avoids any of the stray touches he sees on Dorian - from underneath the table, two pairs of legs are visible, as is exactly where the older man's hands are.
"Blondie," Taryon's man moans, and he snaps to attention. "Can you take care of me real quick? Oh- Karnon, don't mind me, I just need him for a few minutes." His feet drop to the ground, and when he moves to untie his dress pants - ah. There it is. That bulge that Taryon hopes looks larger than it actually is.]