Slipping away with Cassidy

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric grins and slips out of the room, flicking his long hair to see if Cassidy is following.

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[irish_vagabond]

Again, Cassidy has no idea what to expect, and whether it's the haze of his own intoxication or Sinric's beguiling presence or a combination of the two, he finds that he can't take his eyes off Sinric's hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases his pants down over one hip. Low enough to show he's not wearing underwear, and to reveal the tattoo - three stylised birds: a raven, a dove and a lark, interwoven in a complex pattern of lines, one flowing into another.

And the very top of a thatch of honey blonde curls. But not much more.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy tips his head and peers down at the tattoo, his eyebrows lifting slightly.

"Cool. Very nice work. 'S real pretty."

[thewidewideworld]

"It was done by two very dear friends of mine. As I marked them in term."

He runs his fingers over the lines, feeling the raised lines in his own flesh. "Do you want to see... more of me?"

[irish_vagabond]

He stares for just a moment longer, watching the movement of Sinric's fingers, hearing the blood rush just below the surface of his skin.

And then he steps closer and folds his hands over Sinric's, gently pulling the waistband of his trousers back up over his hips.

"'S'alright...I like the mystery," he murmurs, a slight crookedness to his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pouts playfully but shimmies back into his pants.

He reaches up and draws Cassidy into another sweet and playful kiss. "Then I shall remain so. A mystery." He shrugs his shirt back on, letting the folds of fabric cover his breasts. Although his hardened nipples still show through the cloth.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy never takes his eyes off him. And he kisses him back before buttoning his shirt for him, his hands brushing over Sinric's nipples as he does so.

"I still think you're pretty, though," he murmurs. "An' no doubt a good many other fellas would think so, too."

[thewidewideworld]

The touch draws a warm, fluttering sigh from Sinric. "Alas, you have be warm with desire. And aching to find just such a man."

[irish_vagabond]

"Aching, huh?" he says a bit wryly.

Maybe next time.

He picks up Sinric's jacket, dusts it off, and holds it out for him to put on.

[thewidewideworld]

"Aching." The word comes out breathless and warm, almost as a whimper of need.

Sinric pouts sweetly but accept his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder rather than putting it on, or covering his chest. "But alas." He blows Cassidy a kiss and shimmies out the door.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy blinks. And watches him go.

When he's left alone, he takes a moment, sighing deeply and running a hand over his face as if snapping out of a spell.

...He needs a cigarette.

Stepping out into the main garage, he lingers among the various vehicles as he indulges in a smoke. Then, he heads back to the party. The night is still young.

[ooc: Thanks for the diversion ;)]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: thank you! That was ridiculous and adorable.}