Thread: Desperate Addiction (Ragnar & Shura)

Petrified into stillness as a large hand suddenly reached out and brushed almost affectionately against his lip. It took a fair amount of self-control to not gasp out this time, but even then he couldnt help but let a small whimper leave him. Tormented green eyes staring uncertainly at Brad, the biggest problem being the warm shivers of pleasure the fingers caused him each time they ran over his lips, teasing and playing with him. His mind melting slowly from the repeatedly embarrassing attention Brad kept paying him. Kriss heart sank a bit when Brad stated his lack of experience was deplorable, but the words that followed continued to embarrass him. Hiding his flustered face once more by facing the window on the passenger side. Feeling a bit guilty for lying about his age and gender. He wasnt sure whether he should be proud or offended by Brads inability to see through his disguise, a bit of makeup stolen from his mother, and a hairclip his sister had replaced where the only notable changes besides his clothing. And while Kris himself had been impressed with the makeover back home infront of the mirror. The fact that someone like Brad couldnt see through it meant that he really was girly-guy his friends kept on telling him he was. Kris remained as silent as he could for the rest of the journey, trying to convince himself that Brad was just repeating words from a manual. He probably said that to every girl he came across. And yet it actually felt like he meant it. Figuring that he couldnt hide his true gender forever, Kris figured it was better to admit the truth sooner rather than later. The advertisement had said Brad was open to both male and female customers, so hopefully he wouldnt toss Kris out disgusted. I- he started only to be silenced by the sound of the car coming to a halt. Hed been so determined to open up a second ago, but when he saw the warm blue eyes looking over at him he couldnt bring himself to speak up. Muttering a quick Nevermind before being led out of the car. The restaurant completely shocked Kris, disbelief washing away his thoughts as he looked around in awe. He felt even more out of place now than ever before in his life. The line of men and women dressed in fashionably formal attire catching his eye almost immediately. Kris himself was wearing a simple red skirt and a collared-shirt with no sleeves. There was no way hed pass the dress code here, but Brad seemed to ignore the issue completely, hooking his arm casually around Kris. This time he hadnt been prepared at all, and once again let out a surprised squeak. Glaring up a bit crossly at Brad as he was escorted past the line. I really dont think I- Silenced by Brad pulling out a hundred dollar bill, the man called Alex didnt even bother to look at Kris. Instead nodding his head and letting them through as if they were regulars. Well Brad probably was. But that wasnt the point. Though Kris didnt really have time to brood over that either as several heads turned towards them. As much as Kris wanted to act tough, he really didnt feel too comfortable in the presence of so many wealthy looking people, especially the women. Several of them were shooting an unfriendly glare at him, while one of them even clicked her tongue in disapproval as they walked past. Shrinking himself up against Brads side, he was undoubtedly making it difficult for the bull to walk straight, and the warmth of another mans body pressed so closely against him, forgetting his embarrassment for just a moment and wrapping both his arms around the bulls thick forearm. Youre kidding right? Theyre just wondering what a poorly dressed brat like me is doing here he snapped a bit, accidentally taking out a bit of his uneasiness on the bull who seemed so laid-back and at ease.