Reed
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Post by Reed on Oct 1, 2012 16:26:07 GMT -5
| | ___ A l i s t a i r . G r a y s o n . D o r i a n . R e e d . I I I ___ | | " Tall, dark and rapist " The small rectangular card flicked about between his fingers, the insignia on the front known to belong to only one place. The Teahouse. It wasn’t as though he was a frequent visitor, definitely not as much as his fellow, Rhys, was. But he had been introduce to it by him, perhaps something of a bad influence—depending on who was looking at the situation. But he had found an interest residing in the whore house. One who was rather ‘new’ to this business. And by new, Reed meant virgin. Untouched, untampered with. He was as clean as a whore could be, so to speak. For now, anyways. Because after his first visit, the man had bought him entirely.
Prior to today’s visit, as would become something of a habit that he assumed Rory would pick up on, Reed requested (to the small and rather curvy girl, Claret, who’d been in charge of the scheduling) that he be clean from the shower upon his arrival. Reed himself was kept in a brilliant state—not a spec of dirt under the nail and his long dark hair did give quite the shine at times. Cleanliness was no so much a preference as a necessity. Which was in part one of the reasons he had taken quite an interest in the boy. He wasn't keen on slipping his hands were many others had grabbed before. That and his need to be in control. His OCD kicks in, often, and if he cannot put things the way he wants them-- well, this doesn't please him very much. Reed was able to 'snatch up' Rory while he was new, and in doing so guaranteed his definite control over how the rest of how their relationship would play out. All this could and would be conducted by Reed himself. Sharing was not his particular forté, nor desire. This was also why he had demanded exclusivity to him. What belonged to Lord Reed, belonged to Lord Reed. There were no exceptions to this rule, and so he wasn't about to let anyone else have a turn with 'his property'. He couldn't imagine how Rhys could do what he did with that animal of a male. There was no order. No control.. To each their own, he supposed.
Reed ascended the stairs, gloved hands at his sides, not paying particular attention to any of the others meandering about-- simply nodding his acknowledgement at the servants who curtsied to him. He came to the tall doors that led into Rory's room, the room that his purchase had granted him. His nose wrinkled at the memory of the closet like room he had been introduced to on his first visit here.
He gave two knocks to the door, brushing a strand of hair from his face, and waited for his red headed whore to invite him in.
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rory
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Post by rory on Oct 2, 2012 2:25:25 GMT -5
Rory had discovered, much to his dismay, that baking supplies were not the easiest of impurities to wash away. Particularly when said supplies were smeared on hard-to-see (and occasionally hard-to-reach) places. After baking he tended to look more like he'd randomly thrown sugar and eggs in the air and danced around beneath them, and not at all like someone who'd attempted to bake a delicious confection for later consumption. Occasionally he caused more grievous self-harm, as indicated by the sparkling clean white bandage on his finger, which covered his still-throbbing cut.
With Reed's request of absolute immaculateness, he was starting to think that he should give up the kitchen acrobatics for a while. The "tall dark and rapist" man, as Lilith called him, made him more nervous than he could ever recall being in his life. Even more nervous than when he'd first come to the Teahouse. Truthfully, Rory was paranoid enough as it was without the added stress of how Lord Reed might react to an errant speck of butter in his male whore's hair.
He'd scrubbed himself within an inch of his life, and as he stood in front of the mirror he turned every which way, running his fingers through his hair and over his face and arms, on the lookout for any spots he might have missed. All clear, so far as he could see. Only time would tell if he was as successful as he thought. Though now after that rigorous scrubbing, his skin felt itchy from the lack of moisture. The still-healing brand on the bottom of his foot was the worst offender, and he fought the overwhelming urge to scratch it.
There was a knock on the door behind him, and he stood up straighter, his breathing accelerating and butterflies bursting through his stomach as he made his way to let Lord Reed in. Standing in his orange robe, wide-eyed and lightly blushing, the scrawny redhead turned the handle and granted the intimidating man entrance to Axis' former room.
"Uh...hi," he breathed as his one and only client stepped through the door. He gave the man a furtive glance, before letting his eyes slip back to the floor, now blushing so deeply that his face matched his hair. Lord Reed was by no means an easy person to look at, and he couldn't imagine it would get any easier with time. He was most definitely a man who commanded a fair share of respect and fear, and Rory was wont to give it to him.
He wasn't the easiest man to talk to, either, and Rory settled for biting the bottom of his lip as he stood there with his head slightly bowed, trying to stop himself from saying anything awkwardly stupid. He'd offer the man some baking to release the tension, but he didn't imagine that Reed had much interest in burnt cake.
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Reed
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Post by Reed on Oct 2, 2012 12:18:38 GMT -5
| | ___ A l i s t a i r . G r a y s o n . D o r i a n . R e e d . I I I ___ | | " Tall, dark and rapist "
It didn’t take long, as expected, for the door to swing open for him, are few short moments after he knocked. Greeting him there were a pair of round green eyes and two very red cheeks. Red that spilled over his nose and would heat up his ears. A red that put up a good match to the dripping locks of hair atop his head. This would be the second time the young man had greeted him straight from the wash, his orange robe beginning to spot where his hair dripped, the beads of water assaulting the cloth. And then the awkward little hello—“Uh... Hi” He truly was not used to this sort of thing, and it was almost amusing. Mostly reassuring. He’d seen the way some of the others know how to sweet talk—he’d seen Axis talk smoothly with Rhy’s sister—but this one here stammered and blushed and was just generally an awkward teen.
“You’re allowed to dry off, you know.” Reed said as he stepped into the room, past Rory. He pulled at the fingers of his gloves, slipping them off and placing them down on a side table—the one he’d pushed Rory up onto during his last visit. Turning back to Rory now, his cool eyes slid over the figure before him. How intently he was staring at the floor, cheeks aflame with his anxiety. Reed took his time in taking off his coat, hanging it on a nearby hook before stepping towards Rory and closing the distance off between them. It was always much easier to stop him from stuttering nervously when his mouth was busy.
A hand slid under Rory’s chin, tilting it up and leaning down over him. “Hello, Rory.” And then he pressed their lips together, the palm of his hand cupping the warm face guiding him into the kiss while his fingers splayed out in his cold wet hair.
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rory
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Post by rory on Oct 2, 2012 17:07:07 GMT -5
The art of sweet-talking was not Rory's strong suit. Somehow he didn't think that Axis would share his whoring secrets any time soon, seeing as he had less regard for Rory than the dirt beneath his feet. He was quite honestly too embarrassed to ask anyone what to say behind closed doors. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe he should ask Linneus. However, he doubted it would make much difference to his approach. To pull off whispered sweet nothings one had to have a certain level of confidence, which Rory quite clearly lacked. He still couldn't bring himself to look into the man's eyes, and when it was completely necessary to peer in his direction, he felt much more comfortable aiming his gaze somewhere past Lord Reed's shoulder. Failing the ability to say anything alluring, he'd rather say as little as humanly possible to the towering figure.
“You’re allowed to dry off, you know.”
He shot a startled glance at the man's back as he entered the room before quickly dropping his gaze back to the floor at Reed's feet as another wave of embarrassment washed over him. "I'll... uh, r-remember that next time," he squeaked, clasping his fingers nervously together as Reed removed his gloves and coat. He watched as the man's feet moved in his direction, the space between them quickly receding as he remained rooted on the spot.
A surprisingly gentle hand inclined his chin upwards, and his wide green eyes met Reed's in that second before their lips met. "Hello, Rory". An involuntary chill shot through him and he gasped as long fingers brushed through his hair. His own fingers uncurled from their nervous entanglement, finding trembling purchase on Reed's expensive shirt and clasping tightly as he returned the kiss.
He had a thought then, that perhaps Lord Reed would prefer his immaculate clothes to remain wrinkle-free. Surrendering his grasp he looked up at the man apologetically. "I-I'm s-sorry," he stuttered. "I didn't mean to-"
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