Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

The door opened quietly, or what sound it did make was easily drowned out on the screen by the apt suckling of an experienced and generous lover, a woman not too shy to drool all over a man and herself as she slurped him lewdly. Not about to spectate through the crack, nor certainly not needing to stand outside, this his own home, Octavius opened the bedroom door in his grip, stepping inside, calmly closing it behind him as he kept face toward the bed. The warrior-Senator need say little this was a moment when the camera focused on the language of his upper body, and a moment later just his face. Scarlett's slurping was still well and audible. Jake seized the opportunity to show a wealth of emotions, of a ride of inner thought in the span of a few brief seconds that hopefully the viewers would read and identify with. He'd come home after a day of work to find his lovely wife avidly blowing another man. His expression went from still to that of a man dealing with it, to calm, to understanding, then really to nothing. Then a little smile at the end, as if it were nothing. People watching would hopefully identify with what just happened, finding the one you love engaged in such, then going through the rollercoaster of thoughts not in weeks, but seconds, and ultimately coming to grips with it as something that would meekly be if the relationship were to exist. In time people would understand that this type of wanton, extracurricular sex was very commonplace in Rome and wonder what the character Octavius' discomfort was. That was a fair point, and would be discussed by men over drinks, or by women as they poked through a book store. But in time the story would unfold that Titania partook in such delights a little too often for her husband's taste, and normally as something he only found out about later on, and only half the time from her lips. Whether it was a happy hunger for men in power or simply a nymphomaniac in high political stature, for a once-priestess who was virginal until their not that long ago wedding, her constant exploits were like a cold shock to a husband that slept around barely at all. Yet there was warmth between them, genuinely. A true professional, in a joking, jovial tone. The Pontifex turned to him and the young man on the bed looked up quickly, breath catching, but Octavius continued, a smirk on his face, Rare a day that goes by where she isn't further perfecting her God-given skill. With a smile now, Merchants, soldiers, the Senate itself...if only the rest of Rome were as good at what they do as she, we'd be standing atop the entire world instead of only half it. He looked between the men, the joking calming them both, the moment back at ease. In testament to this common among them at this point - Octavius arriving home to find his wife bedding man or woman, oft even at hours throughout the day - it didn't look, from his vantage point, from the camera being on the three various men with her only partially in each shot, that Titania smoothly lost not a beat at his arrival. Then it was back on her, the shot, showing Scarlett Johannson's face as her full lips and her repeatedly hollowing cheeks bobbed the length of the young man. It was down at her height now and at an angle, the shaft sticking up slightly off center, slightly to the right, its slicked glisten catching in the light. The world was treated to a mixture blowjob and handjob that was ironically softcore compared to the hard anal they'd been given already, though no less immensely sexy, and being performed by a much higher marquee name. Over her shoulder Jake could be seen stepping in close, from the background to the foreground, Octavius now putting a hand on his wife, setting his touch lightly on her shoulder. Saliva glistened, and dripped. Sweetheart, you're beautiful when you're a mess, he playfully stated, moving finger to her chin, tracing up enough to gather some of the blonde woman's drool up, offering it back to her mouth next when she'd switched back to her hand. Then his touch went to the back of her head, part holding her hair, part petting the back of it. Then he moved his fingers to her shoulder once more. Enjoying her? He piped up in question, smirking, turning, walking away from the bed. Octavius approached a chair similar to how Pontifex Maximus was sitting, though whereas the Pontifex's seat was in the corner inside and far right of the door, this was inside and directly to its left. He faced it, beginning to unstrap the heavy leather armor he still insistently wore.