Nanashi couldn't help giving a small chuckle when he finally looked up to see Anakin finally stripping out of his tight underwear and looking at him almost too desperately for any of this to be considered real. Eyes twinkled with desire almost impossibly high- shaking slightly as he slid down on the mat and whispered out something he didn't understand. He was always so quiet and unassuming- it was amusing finally being able to watch the man unravel in front of him.
"Anakin," he turned away from him, taking a cigar out from a hard case and lightning it. Taking a quick drag of it, he blew it out in front of the man. Anakin flinch, though didn't back up or try to wave the smoke away from him. He rolled his eyes. Well, he's no fun. "C'mere. Let me prep you before we begin."
It was too surreal. And he couldn't say he'd imagined being in this position after he'd felt that hand on his thigh in the conference room, far too... close for his liking. Anakin kept to himself for a reason- because attachments were weakness and relationships were even more messy, things that grew darker and more gruesome the longer the road was traveled.
Yet as much as his head was spinning, telling him how wrong it was to be getting involved in something like this... he'd brought it upon himself, really, barely noting to the other after an impossibly monotonous meeting that he'd been thinking... desiring something not to even be spoken of around... these people. Fools, perverted liars who... didn't really understand. How could they? There was a certain... charm, of how things were glossed over in his life. Even if he was twenty-nine years old, he'd never really wanted anything of depth.
So the framer doesn't know why he does it, stares at Nanashi with a raised eyebrow, a shiver running down his spine at the glare of the other's eyes. Even when the smoke drew so near to his face, when the consigliere gave him a relaxed smirk, he didn't pull away. He moved closer, barely able to hiss out a soft, "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? The two of us alone... forgotten, almost... I can't say I've felt any differently." He paused, looking down. "Is it wrong that I'm almost excited...?"
"Mmhm.." he hummed to himself, tapping his fingers against the top of Anakin's head, the smirk remaining. The man didn't seem to appreciate the gesture, pulling away from him a confused stare. It was cute. Almost endearing if he had to be honest. Something that he'd never think that Anakin could ever be- wasn't even close to being relative to the word 'cute'. The light eyed man was just full of surprises.
"I suppose.." he scratched the area behind Anakin's ear like he would a cat, forcing him to look back up at him. His eyes were as wide as ever, filled with curiosity and a small flicker of lust that faded and came back. He wondered how much fun he could have with the man tonight, or if he'd just be another dull toy like all his other previous lovers.
"You're so young, Anakin.. a child compared to me almost.. is this even legal?" He moved down his neck and chest, flicking an erected nipple before pinching it roughly. "Fucking you would be shameful.. like doing a child. I briefly considered having you call me daddy, but that would feel inappropriate given how you look stark naked. Oh, dear. What a predicament.."
"Mm," the younger man hummed, leaning back and away from Nanashi, staring up at him with eyes that were too close to being amused. Sliding down on the mat until he was on his back, stretching out, he flicked a look to the older, before closing his eyes. Maybe this wasn't really worth his time... to think that he'd been so naive to believe this might be different... arousing. And here he was, being called a child- didn't his stature intimidate the consigliere? The glare he so often held?
Flicking his pierced tongue across a thin lip, he briefly managed to breathe out, "I'm no child, Nanashi. Rather the opposite." Smirking, as he turned his head away, he gazed at the thin hose beside his legs, giving a slight chuckle. "Are you going to fill me? Will you look at me like some twisted fantasy, imagine I'm your pregnant wife- something like that? Clearly you're a lonely man... not that I'm one to talk." He shifted, arching his back forward as he did so. Then, swallowing, he added softly, "You don't tell anybody about this... it never happened... correct?"
He fauxed a frown, taking another long drag of the cigar. "Don't be like that, sweetheart. I wanted to put it up on my blog."
A sharp glare is his only response before he rolled his eyes. The boy didn't seem to have any sense of humour. Shame. "Lighten up, it's no fun to have a partner that is all droll. Promise you'd have some more pleasure if ya did."
Kneeling beside him, he moved his hand forward to finger his flaccid cock. Anakin eyed him suspiciously, licking his lips before arching his hips forward in a soft moan. At least he was decently sized, making up for his rather diminished height, though absolutely no girth. He wouldn't be focusing on his cock size at least- their meeting would be entirely on filling the younger man.
"Tell me when you're ready," he finally said, taking a final inhale of the cigar before placing it in Anakin's mouth and brushing back stray pieces of hair from his face. "I don't like hearing moans so try to keep those to a minimum," he chuckled, not bothering to spare a glance at the boy's face. He'd be seeing his sexier reaction enough in just moments
Lighten up... Anakin thought to himself, unamused. He sent a light glare in the older man's direction, barely shifting his body so the consigliere had a full view of... well, whatever the fuck he wanted to see. As much as he wished there was a way to do this without removing all his clothes, he supposed he'd have to settle for the time being. Although that didn't help the situation any...
It wasn't often that he did things... like this with people he knew. Fuck, the anonymity was the part that mattered most- how had he gotten so careless as to be blatant with his kinks? Scowling, he turned his attention to the man's hands, fiddling with the end of the long tube, an eyebrow quirked appraisingly. He almost seemed... too happy. One of the things that the framer disliked the most- happiness wasn't his thing. If he was going to fuck someone, better for them to be controlled, unexpressive.
Biting down on the cigar in his mouth with a muffled groan, still staring at the other, barely blinking at the considering look he earned, he gave a sigh, too flustered to say anything else. Spreading his legs apart as much as he was willing, Anakin tilted his head back, shifting his hips to that his backside was bared to the older man. As humiliating as it was, there was something delicious about the motion... about knowing what was coming and being suspended in disbelief, anticipation... yes. It was... kinky. Despite how frustrating his partner was being... still, Anakin supposed talking could be sexy, later on.
Popping his thumb in his mouth, he coated in with a layer of saliva before forcing his thumb to tease the other's exposed entrance without a word. The look on Anakin's face- surprised and embarrassed- only made him chuckle again, leaning down to give him a quick teasing peck on his cheek, stretching his thumb around in his asshole. "Relax, kiddo. Just gotta stretch you out some. You've done this before, you shoulda expected this.. said I needed to prep ya too. Would you have prefered I put my cock in ya- might've loosened you up some more than my thumb could.."
The dark glare he receives makes him roll his eyes again, doing another when he hears him moaning and the slightest arching of hips for better access. Boy needs a dick in him, not a hose, he can't help but think, chuckling at the sudden pale expression of the boy. His cheeks were pale, but as red as they could be. How he managed to be so cute in spite of his typical appearance was beyond him.
Pulling his thumb from the enclosing walls, he took the thinning cigar from Anakin's mouth and inhaled. He could only imagine how nice it would be to see the man unravel in front of him- who knows? Maybe he'd actually call him daddy.
"Try not to moan too loud for me, Anakin," Nanashi flicked his tongue at him, blowing even more cigar smoke at him before returning the dark coloured cigar in his mouth. He'd need something to force him to stay quiet. Nanashi took the small, plastic hose between his fingers and turn on the machine.
He could already feel the way his face was heating, almost certain of the redness that must be spreading across his cheeks when he felt the aluminum nozzle slide between his thighs, pushing inside of his exposed asshole just enough to cause him to tense. Biting down on the cigar to conceal another moan, Anakin shifted impatiently, only to tense up with a groan when he felt the first bit of lukewarm water sliding into his body, spreading his legs even more, as if he wasn't sure he could take it. Even he didn't know why- Nanashi was right, he'd done this before, almost too much, and- fuck.
He couldn't keep himself from moaning, not when the pressure started to build up inside his body like some sort of inhumane heat, filling him from the inside out. Moving too much caused the cramps to get worse- but like this, with just the right amount of pressure... fuck, it was glorious. Almost enough that if his mouth were free, Anakin was sure he would be letting out sounds too erotic for his own ears, words that shouldn't be coming from his mouth. His hips pushed up, just ever so slightly, keening with his neck exposed as if practically begging for more. Fuck, he'd never say the words- not out loud- but he thinks the older man knows.
"Mmph- nngh..." he barely moans out from around the cigar, the swelling in his abdomen growing to a shocking cramp, one that made the framer damn near want to curl in on himself, pull away, but it was already too much and he could feel the way his flat stomach had expanded just slightly, could feel the water rolling about inside of him, the hose only churning more in. And it was so goddamn embarrassing, but sexy in a way that nothing else came close to. And he didn't want to make himself look any more like a slut, but the feeling of the liquid inside his body, extending and pressing into all the corners of whatever actually mattered... god, it was perfect.
Nanashi eyed the wiggling boy carefully, moving to put his upper torso onto his thighs. Running a hand through his golden hair to comfort him, he began rubbing his temples gently. Anakin groaned against him, curling his toes wildly as he gripped the mat below him. He couldn't help chuckling at the sight once again, retrieving the all but forgotten cigar in his mouth and tossing it away after a long drag. It felt too good.
"We can take a break if ya need it," he moved his palms down, rubbing his ballooning stomach gently. As hot as it was watching Anakin writhing around in pain and pleasure, he knew he had to be gentle with the boy or otherwise he'd have to stop. Another shame. He prefered it when he could cause some pain, it always made him hard. Nanashi didn't think Anakin agreed with him.
"That's good for the first round, nonetheless," he said after Anakin didn't respond to him, unfazed at his sudden quietness. "That was barely a pint too, sweetheart, and you could barely take that. That's pathetic- cute but pathetic."
"F-f... ah... fuck you," Anakin barely managed to choke out, looking up to the older man with a glare that would've killed if he hadn't been in this position. His thighs were trembling, legs sliding apart further as he felt Nanashi's hands combing through his red-gold hair, still shaking from the previous few minutes. Every inch of his body felt weak, somehow, and yet... it wasn't nearly enough, wasn't enough to cause that feeling that he almost craved... but it was a hell of a lot more than a pint. "I-I know how much... nn... h-how much..." he practically choked on his words, throwing his head back again at the feeling of the water sloshing inside him, practically unable to keep himself still. The cramps in his hips kept growing, to a point where it was almost impossible to bear.
Sliding forward, he pushed his lips against the consigliere's, tightly and harsh, not leaving the other man room to breathe as he forced his tongue into his mouth, groaning at the taste of tobacco and mint. "I fucking... please, god, please- agh, I... I'm s-so... such a... fuck..." normally, the younger man would've cursed himself for sounding so... feeble, pathetic, useless... but all he really cared about was making it worse, continuing to escalate the feeling, and if Nanashi couldn't give him what he wanted, then he was fucking useless. Groaning, the man bucked his hips forward, just as he felt the other fiddling with the pump again, only allowing a sudden moan to leave the framer's barely parted lips again. "Nanashi." he groaned, back spasming with a shudder.
"That's a good boy," Nanashi swallowed the taste of salt and vinegar that filled his mouth due to Anakin, turning the machine back on as he arched his hips to undo his pants buckle. He really wasn't a fan of moaning or talking when he wasn't completely hard yet, needed to set the mood so that he was. "Suck me off, kid, put your mouth to good use.. let's see what fills you up first."
Forcing himself in the ginger's mouth, he let out a long moan when he finally felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of Anakin's throat and vibrations erupting from his throat, gagging. Nanashi frowned, scratching his head again. "Sh, Anakin.. take my cock, don't fight it. You look like the type that sucked a lot of cocks in high school to avoid getting beat up- just think of those days, huh?"
Anakin moaned, head slipping back until he could tease his tongue along the base of the other's shaft, take him further in. The moans he made as he continued to cramp up only seemed to vibrate through Nanashi's cock, causing him to let out a small noise of amusement as the older man's hand fisted in his hair, tugging his head back. A part of Anakin wanted to laugh, sneer at him for the comment and show him how wrong he was, but lying on his back with a tube up his ass... wasn't exactly the best position for mocking others.
Letting his hands move up to smooth over the other's thighs, across darker skin than his and tiny scars he was sure had a story behind them, the framer moaned, dipping his head forward to take him even deeper, tears building in his eyes. He wasn't sure how swollen he was at this point, almost didn't want to know, but... fuck. Fuck, a part of him almost wanted the other man to keep talking, poke fun at and degrade him…
"Such a good boy," he pet his hair, moaning at each flick of his tongue curving around his cock. Nanashi wasn't sure how exactly the younger boy was able to take back his cock and the hose, gradually filling his stomach so now that he had quite a bit of a muffin top.. it was hot as fuck, but so confusing at the same time. He almost didn't want to question it- if he did, he worried his sexy fantasy would be completely over. All he could do was close his eyes and take it all in. Not too hard- seeing as one of Anakin's other good qualities was the fact that his deepthroating abilities were top notch. "You should see yourself, Anakin.. the sight of you sucking on my cock, getting filled, stomach enlarging by the second.. Could only imagine how Jaina, our lovely blackmailer, would react if she ever saw something like this.. Mmhm, turns me on honestly."
He slid a hand down to rub against his stomach, chuckling at how large and swollen he had already managed to get so quickly. He looked farther along than Gioia did- which was saying something. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his naval. "Mmph, Anakin.. you're so big already- don't even think I got halfway to a liter yet. Be a good boy and let your daddy come in ya mouth, kay?"
The thought of anyone seeing this- seeing how much he was getting off to it, the feeling of being filled so thoroughly, water continually being pumped inside of him, so distended as he sucked on the consigliere's cock, pulling it deep into his mouth and moaning- made a shiver run through Anakin's body, the young man shutting his eyes briefly. It was already so... so humiliating, but so much, and why don't I want to stop, why can't I, why is it so good... kept running through his mind, practically on repeat. Letting his tongue curl around the tip of Nanashi's cock, throat practically choking on how deep he was, the framer was still barely prepared for it when cum shot into his mouth, down his throat, forcing him to swallow and gag on a half-moan threatening to leave.
He wanted to curse- there were so many things he wanted to say, really- but if Anakin had learned anything in the past few years of doing this is was that not talking during sex was the better option. Still, he can't keep the words from building in his voicebox, rolling over his tongue as they tried to spill from his lips, a long moan blending with it as he finally let them slip free, trying to remember what Akivya had said when they'd done this, how to talk so... filthily, so submissively. "N-Nanashi, I... ah- do I... do I look pretty like t-this? U-underneath you, all spread out and f-full, cum dripping down my lips... s-such a cheap whore f-for you, but so... so goddamn g-good at it. D-do you... c-can you imagine me looking like this? I-imagine if I were a woman... pregnant. W-would you kiss my stomach like people do Gioia's? Fuck, I'd be- s-so much prettier than her. B-better than everyone, even like this... fuck..."
"Mmhm.. you sound like Akivya, best not take lessons from him when it comes to sex, sweetheart. Kid'll give ya an STD." Nanashi rolled his eyes, unamused. He really wasn't interested in hearing some 'am I pretty?" type of sexy talk that was rather popular with the feminine man, so coming from Anakin's mouth just made it worse. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Anakin.. are you a virgin in the traditional sense?"
Feeling the sudden lack of water, his body still shaking, stomach extended so far he hadn't thought it possible, Anakin shivered roughly, wishing he could pull away without causing even more discomfort. For some reason... for some reason it hurt more than usual. The cramps were running down his spine, building in his hips, enough that he couldn't help crying out. And even worse was... how the fuck was he supposed to answer that? He was twenty-nine... did the older man expect him not to have lost his virginity yet? If he was in any other position, at any other time, he would've scoffed, shoved him off without a word, but it felt almost... insulting, yet entirely too surreal to deny. Fuck, could he... what would happen if he said he was?
Squirming against the mat lying on the floor, he barely took note of what the consigliere was doing until he was on top of him, hands sliding onto his as the younger's figure shivered, pulling away and turning his head to the side with a quiet moan. "F-fuck... m-maybe you should... teach me how to talk properly," he finally gasped out, rolling his hips against Nanashi's without a second thought, eyes clenched shut. "V-virgin-" he gasped out, too hot to do any more than mumble out half words, moans, pushing himself against the other man too desperately for his liking. "D-daddy... fuck, I... w-want your fucking cock. Hurts so goddamn bad, I s-swear I'd beat your ass, I-if I wasn't..."
"Mmhm," he pressed another kiss to his forehead, smirking in response. The boy was so thin, he doubted that he could ever truly taken him in a fight.. he had a good sixty pounds on him at least. If it came down to anything, Nanashi knew for a fact that he could beat him with his bare hands. "The only thing you could truly beat me at is in sucking cocks.. unfortunately, there is a chance that I could beat you in that given some time."
"Still.. I'm very impressed with how quick you are with flipping between weak, bitchy dirty talk and stronger, sexier kinds. Very hot, indeed.." he caressed his hair again, giving a breathless sigh as he ran a hand over his imposing stomach. "It makes up for some of your less sexy.. appearances, I could say."
His fingers made their way to wrap around his cock, gently tugging on his cock. Anakin moaned underneath him, hands clawing at the mattress once more. This session was so hot- he was almost proud to have actually arranged it. Anakin would be thanking him one day, he knew he would.
"Are you up for a round three, Anakin?" He asked, grabbing a washcloth to walk off the water that had managed to escape from the tip of his cock. "Jerkin' you off should help with the swelling, I think.."
Giving a light moan, Anakin attempted the best he could to push Nanashi away, wrapping an arm around his bloated stomach in almost-shame. Fuck, the cramps were so bad- so much worse than they'd been in a long time, thick and harsh spasms that clawed their way through his back and abdomen like a bullet being shot through skin.
He already felt so heavy, filled to the brim with liquids that only made him want to collapse. Pushing himself so he was sitting up, at least somewhat, and leaning back to support his weight on his hands, the framer met the older man's eyes with an unamused sigh. "I'm sure my skills in many things are far superior to yours. Don't get cocky just because you filled me with some water-"
Then a hand was resting on his stomach and sliding down to grasp hold of his cock, Anakin biting down on his lip as he felt the other give a rough stroke, fingers greedily tugging at his shaft until he could see more water building at the tip of it, halfway to spilling over completely. "I-I need…" he swallowed, trying to cover up the desperation in his voice with monotony as he gasped out, "Need you to fucking jerk me. God, I'm gonna… fuckin' spill everywhere."
Nanashi grabbed the hand towel again, covering it over Anakin's soaked cock before he started stroking again. Even if it would be hot to have the framer's lower torso covered in hot cum and water, that would only end up making a mess. And Nanashi was very against there ever being a mess when it came to his sessions. Cleanliness was a must, always.
"You're about at two liters," he noted, repositioning so that Anakin's head wasn't pressing down on his still-erected cock anymore. He still felt so fucking horny, wasn't sure why- had already come, he should be exhausted like all his other usual sessions. "We're gonna take a break- you gotta be cramping."
His hand briefly broke from stroking Anakin's soaked cock to switch off the machine, ignoring the desperate moans that came from the ginger. The fact that he sounded so desperate made him give a soft chuckle.. it was hot knowing he was wanted so much by the younger man, if he had to be honest with himself. He considered teasing him over for it - wanting someone like him. It almost sounded like a joke. Something Vita and Jaina would play for shits and giggles. But, in all brutal honesty, it felt nice being wanted so much by someone really. He knew it wasn't because of physical attraction, purely sexual, but he could pretend, couldn't he?
Unable to keep himself from moaning, Anakin shifted just enough that he could look up at the consigliere, uncertain of how red his face must be at this point, legs shaking from the sheer pressure. He could feel it building in his abdomen, an intense pool of water, so desperate to spill out and yet completely unable to, reaching out for the older man again as if it could somehow help him. Barely pushing his hips up, he could feel a slight bit of water leaking from the tip of his cock, down the back of his legs from his ass, and it was enough that he lost focus on all rational thought. It was so goddamn strange, to be wanted like this, have a partner that he knew who was willing to… participate in his kinks. Made him feel so filthy, but not in a bad way…
It was almost painful, the more he tried to move, stretching out his legs that were held in place over the ground as he attempted to sit up. Whines threatened to escape his mouth, tears pooling in his eyes like he was gonna cry from the pressure of it all… god, he felt so weak. Used and exhausted, unable to keep himself together… barely looking at Nanashi, Anakin arched forward at the feeling of more water spilling out, barely able to force out a breathy sigh of the other's name. It was almost intense, too much to just handle calmly… fuck, it hurt, but… the relief was so goddamn good that he just needed more, needed to feel it all spilling out of him, just wanted...
Anakin looked so delightfully pained, moaning against his thighs, his name playing on his lips in utter pleasure. Nanashi couldn't help leaning down, dipping down to capture his lips into his and smirk at the shiver that obviously runs up and down the boy's body. He wondered how into this he was- if Anakin was enjoying himself just as much, or was just into it for the orgasm he was attempting to have. Either way, he liked both of them a bit more than he should have. At least he was able to come in Anakin's mouth- got a cigar out of it too.
"Fuck.. I think I filled you up too much." He cursed himself, leaning down to pluck out the hose and set it aside. He's filled people a thousand times.. never before has he filled someone so much that they were overflowing- that's such a rookie mistake. He was fucking Nanashi Ruiz- he didn't make mistakes.
His fingers pulled over to curl over Anakin's entrance, teasing the small hose. He had to find a way to empty him somehow- cumming usually worked anyhow. Sliding his finger in, releasing a hearty moan from the ginger haired man, he continued to scratch his hair with his free hand. The man was so tight, even when he was filled with so much water- walls enclosing around his finger, body trying so hard to force out the intruder. It only made him laugh, slipping in a second one with a kiss to the younger's thin lips.
"You know.. if you don't wanna be finger fucked, sweetheart- you could come."
Letting a low pitched groan escape his lips, he shifted as he pushed his body against the older man's hand, eyes slipping shut as he bucked his hips, spreading his legs for better access. God, it was so wrong- enjoying the way fingers slid inside him, curling and pushing until a long whine escaped his mouth...
Before he could help himself he was bucking, twisting against the mat, eyes flying open, wide as he stared up at Nanashi with flushed cheeks. Then it was spilling everywhere- long, slick trails of water and cum, sliding down his thighs as the pressure in his stomach subsided. Fuck, it was better than he remembered- long and extensive with such a relief at the easing of cramps, thighs trembling, head lolling to the side. He almost didn't want it to stop- the fingers and the water sliding out of his body, leaving him a quivering mess…
Nanashi gave a breathless sigh, letting his hand drop to drape around Anakin's thin shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he saw someone look as out of it as the younger man did, breathing so harshly he thought he was going to end up passing out from lack of oxygen. His fingers finally slipped out of the other's tight hole, wiping water and his hot cum on his stomach before sliding it into his mouth. Flicking his tongue around his damp finger, he chuckled. Boy tasted nice at least- better than what he expected.
"Anakin, you want one?" He nudged his shoulder lightly with his foot, getting up to move over to grab his packet of cigarettes and take one out. Lighting it, he played around with it in between his fingers, taking a deep breath. A cigarette would feel amazing right about now.
Everything was spinning. God, it all felt so distant... like a fantasy, the way his head was suddenly so light and he could hardly breathe... he barely even noticed the other's words, so out of it as he stretched out, rolling onto one side. There was a hand on his back, rough fingers passing over his light skin until the framer gave another feathery moan.
"Fuckin' hell," the younger man finally cursed, pulling himself to his feet shakily, almost feeling as though he were about to collapse. It was so unsteady, unfocused... but he still nodded, giving a rather muted glare to Nanashi. "Yeah. Pass me one of those." He breathed out, almost hissing. "This doesn't change anything, you know. No hugs or kisses or sappy bullshit. Yeah?"
"Fine with me, kid," Nanashi shrug his shoulders, leaning against the wall as he let Anakin reach forward to take one from his mouth. Immediately, he felt tired. All he really wanted to do is sleep now, which he compromised to do after he got to finish a cigarette or two. No reason not to relax for a little bit, rushing would only prove to make him even more tired. "Don't fall in love with me, yeah?"
Sighing exasperatedly, Anakin rolled his eyes at the older man, quirking a brow before sighing, loudly. It really wasn't worth getting upset about, regardless of how asinine the question was. "Love is for morons," he finally said, turning away as he took a long drag off the cigarette. "Fuckin exhausted. You got a bed in this shithole?"
Nanashi chuckled once more, taking the cigarette from the other's mouth and slide it back into his. Inhaling a final time before getting up, Nanashi began picking up the hose, nozzle and the machine attached to it. No real use to sticking around right now. "Yeah," he said, cigarette sticking out of his mouth teasingly. "At your house."
"If you think I'm walking back to my place looking like this," the framer gestured to his still bloated stomach, the water half leaking down his legs, lips red and swollen, "you're mistaken." He gave an amused smirk, slapping the other's arm lightly before grimacing once more. "You're such a dick. Could've gone a little easier with me. Though I can't complain... not often I find someone who's into the same... things as I am."
"That's your problem," he gave him a teasing sad look, rubbing his eyes in an exaggerated manner. The look he received, unamused and hurt, only made him roll his eyes. "Should've brought a coat to cover yourself up. Consider this a lesson."
And with that, he shut the bathroom door behind him and left the building in a hurry. He looked forward to seeing him later on tonight in the meeting.
She was already offended. And it was practically a new record, having only been here for a decent ten minutes, kicking her legs up on Vita's lap underneath the table, hand running through her messy black hair with a groan as Julian continued to drone on. Couldn't he make it worth their while? Talk about something interesting? "Not that any of you actually brought something worthwhile to this meeting-" "Actually, sir," Jaina cut in, lips sliding into a smirk. "I found something very intriguing today. Did you know that Anakin and the consig are klismaphiles?" She smirked, winking to the flustered framer sitting at the other end of the table. His face was monotonous as ever, aside from the red blush creeping up his cheeks. "The two most reclusive members... I guess it's not really a surprise."