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[timewarden]

[At least Mollymauk is willing to live up to his whorish tendencies with no shame. Anjou, on the other hand, seems unwilling to admit his role in this strange little world. That among other things that the old dragon seems utterly unwilling to admit to anyone, even himself.]

Well, I've...found out--[He pauses for a moment as he pours himself some liquid encourage in the form of wine. Truth be told, he hasn't learned much about the sex life of other Gembonds here but he learned about a few interesting features that his transformation has caused. As for the feature in question, Anjou hesitates to say but he sincerely hopes he's not the only one stricken with such an ailment. Yes, he considers this whole transformation business to be an ailment of some sort. He honestly can't wrap his brain around this mess.]

That sometimes bigger isn't always better, especially for tight orifices unused to such...activities.

[Anjou manages to say with a straight face before drowning that entire glass of wine in one shot. He feels ridiculous right now and that's all thanks to the mischievous tiefling before him. His long lavender tail flickers nervously behind him.]

But most of my research stems from firsthand accounts, you see.

[melanholia]

[It really does help with the situation he's found himself in. But he doesn't really like to call himself a whore, or anyone else for that matter. More like... 'company for the evening'. You should ask him about that.

For now, his eyebrows remain up to his hairline as he listens to this very obvious lie. Well, not lie lie, more like trying to pluck himself out of embarrassing situation kind of excuse. And tiefling's tail is making long, swishing loops of amusement behind him. And how couldn't he be? Here he has a man who clearly has some experience on him, given the years, and yet he gets embarrassed about sex talk?! This will be fun.]

I thought that was universal knowledge, [Molly twirled his glass between his fingers.] It's not what you have but what you can do with it.

[He takes a step forward after taking another sip of the wine, licking his lips- it's pretty good- and sets the glass on the table nearby.] Are you... going to continue with your firsthand account research? [Yes, he IS asking what Anjou thinks he's asking.]

[timewarden]

[Despite how ridiculous this entire situation is, Anjou can't help but smile once this sexy devil inches towards him. Mollymauk is perfectly confident to a fault. He's the kind of guy who knows how to be direct without needing to be crude. It's a talent that seldom few have, a skill that Anjou cannot help but admire. Especially since this bastard just literally asked him to demonstrate his "research".]

Indeed, I am. [He grins as he stares back at Mollymauk, his blue eyes meeting red with such confidence.] Although, I didn't think I would have such an audience eager to witness.

[Anjou places his glass aside in favor of slipping a hand around Mollymauk's trim waist. There's something to be said about encountering an honest to God devil in the flesh. Mollymauk is comfortable with his changes whereas Anjou still struggles to accept them. However, the tiefling's confidence is infectious. The longer he gazes at this beautiful purple man, the better Anjou feels about his predicament.]

However, who am I to deny my guest of such a show. [He brings his hand down from Mollymauk's waist and down towards the base of his skinny black tail. With a mischievous smirk, Anjou caresses the base of the man's tail with gentle fingers. ] I'm hosting after all.

[All awkwardness aside, Anjou is starting to like this idea. He has nothing to be embarrassed about. Genitalia-altering aside, this could prove to be fun.]

[melanholia]

[Mollymauk has almost always been confident about everything. Indecisive perhaps, but never having any self-doubt. And he wanted this, to see where this online chat they started a week ago, would lead. And he's been blessed with the guy that can actually pick up on the clues he's giving off, although that may be just the experience. Either way, Molly has no complaints.

There's a smirk stretching from one ear to another on his face when he feels a hand around his waist. He "trips", fully leaning onto his host, his tail doing a very eager swish behind him; if he were trying to play off indifference, the tail would be the traitor.]

As a performer, I am always interested in new experiences and expanding my horizons, [he says slyly, fingers playfully running up the man's chest and to his shoulder. There's a subtle jerk and a low purr when man's fingers reach the base of his tail; the synchrony that's still unfamiliar in many aspects to Molly, is already at work, just perfectly describing in one pulse of manna- a very sprightly soul, warm and cold at the same time, ready to climb the highest peaks and take a plunge into the abyss just so he can see whether he can fly.

Whatever it is this thing they are building up between them, it's very obvious Molly wants it, regardless of anything.]

A very, very, [Molly speaks up in a low voice, leaning up-] gracious host.

[timewarden]

[Thank goodness, Molly has a knack for reading the room. While Anjou is quite comfortable with his body, this odd little change certainly threw him into a loop. Thankfully, he spent enough time with the opposite sex to know the metaphorical ins and outs. Even so, he’s grateful that the tiefling is so interested. After all, they could have plenty of fun regardless. That is if Anjou doesn’t die from embarrassment first. He’s still a little bit mortified but he’ll eventually get over it.]

A performer, hm? Why am I not surprised?

[He knows a thespian when he sees one and Molly has all the makings of one. Anjou slides his arms around the slightly smaller devil, idly appreciating those bright red eyes. Just that little bit of synchrony between them alone makes him feel better about everything. However, it’s nowhere near enough. For some oddity, Anjou is feeling ravenous right now and not for food. ]

Well, I suppose we should get this little show started. [Anjou suggests after a moment of thought. He teasingly caresses his fingers along the base of Mollymauk’s tail before moving to grope his ass.] However, that requires us to set up the stage.

Every grand performance requires a suitable backdrop.

[It’s then that he raises his left hand and snaps his fingers. On command, the lights suddenly dim giving a faint amber ambiance more likened to the soft glow of a fireplace.]

Now let’s make ourselves more at home.

[He suggests while tugging off his jacket to reveal those feathery but scaly white wings underneath. There’s no need for him to be afraid here. The two of them complement each other well.]

[melanholia]

Because you are a smart man who had a lot of experience.

[While half of it is flattery, the other half truly believes that the guy has a lot of experience on his hands. Or in his hands. Knowing to do the best thing possible at the best moment possible. Because it seriously takes a lot of self-control not to push against the older man as his hands and fingers continue to travel up and down his backside, his tail, and ass. He has low inhibitions sometimes, but he will not act like a whore in front of the gentleman.

At least not yet. Who knows where this night will lead.

Still not used to all this electronic stuff, Molly looks up with interest and surprise when the lights suddenly dim, leaving them in the warm glow of the fireplace. It just only serves to prove his assessment from earlier.]

You really know how to impress your guests, [Molly says with a mysterious smile, eyes definitively following the way man undresses- pays little attention to wings, they are just there, it's the body that his eyes are very interested in. His hand travels down from Anjou's shoulder, and over his chest, stopping at the buttons of the shirt, giving the older man an impish grin, before undoing one, two buttons.]

Mmm, I'd just rip it off usually, it's faster, but- I suppose, as I guest, that I should behave, [third button undone. Yeah, this isn't the behavior of your typical guest.]

Would you like a show? [His read eyes glint up at him- he is a performer, after all.]

[timewarden]

[Despite his age, Anjou is an athletically fit man. While he's certainly much taller in this Devil form rather than his usual guise, he still sports the same broad chest and strong shoulders in both. He's as fit as a fiddle, a testament to both his draconic heritage and his rough life as a dragon slayer. Unlike most of his colleagues, Anjou keeps himself on a strict regime to keep that waist nice and trim. However, looks aren't everything. They help but Anjou's charismatic personality is what shines through the most.]

It's not as if I can't purchase another shirt. [He whispers in favor of the thought of Mollymauk ripping the clothes off him. It's an amusing thought but clearly, his guest has something else on his mind.] A show?

[He arches his brow a little.]

I'm not the kind of man who can't share the spotlight.

[Anjou is receptive to whatever Molly has on his mind, especially since he just knows it will be fun in the end. That's why Anjou lets the tiefling take the metaphorical stage in favor of taking a seat upon the sofa. He wants to see what this little imp has in store for him.]

The floor is all yours, my dear.

[melanholia]

[He really is an eye candy and Molly is not hiding his gaze- he is very openly appreciating what he sees before him. Combined with his personality, it is quite a deadly combo; Molly is very well aware of this combo.

His lips quirk as he's given the figurative podium, the dim light casting all too perfect shadows on his silhouette. He waits a moment until Anjou's seated comfortably on the couch- and then reaches for the buttons of his own wispy, white shirt.

One, two, three- one by one, all the buttons are slowly undone, but Molly's eyes don't leave the man's face. And just like earlier when he handed over his coat, he turns around and shrugs off slowly the shirt, letting it crumple on the floor. There are tattoos sprawling over his hands, neck and back despite the transformation, wings folding a little so they are visible.

He then turns back around, looking more confident than before as he takes one step forward- he's lean compared to Anjou, but he's still very well built and very easy on the eyes.]

Don't worry, I won't keep it for long, [Molly says with a sultry voice, undoing his belt and pulling it all out in one go and making it crack like a whip, then tossing it on Anjou's lap. Could be very useful.]

[timewarden]

[Judging from the faint quirk of his lips, Anjou is already enjoying this sensual display of grace and lust. Mollymauk's a devious little imp. While he's seen his fair share of beautiful men and women, something about the tiefling draws him in like a moth to a flame. He can't help but study Mollymauk like a fine work of art. His gaze lingers upon the well-toned muscles of his chest before slowly sliding over the faint indentation of muscles along his sinewy abdomen.

He's a beautiful creature, probably the most beautiful thing he has seen in a long while. If Molly considers him to be eye-candy, then the tiefling himself is like a finely crafted masterpiece. His gaze briefly travels down up along Mollymauk's body, his gaze focused on those intricate black tattoos along his neck and hands. Anjou has a tattoo of his own that he wears upon his back. He always possessed a deep love for tattoos, especially the Japanese-style tattoos he would often see during his exploits in Japan. While he can appreciate the blank campus of an unmarred body, he appreciates those who are daring enough to seek a little bit of ink.]

Even if you did, I wouldn't mind waiting. [He answers as he picks up Molly's belt with a fiendish smirk. Is this an invitation for him to tie Molly up later? Maybe. Whatever Molly has in store for them, Anjou will be a willing participant.]

I'm almost tempted to spank you with this.

[Anjou all but purrs as he leans a little forward.]

[melanholia]

[It's in his nature to be impish and seductive, and when he has someone so receptive of his mischief as Anjou, then he feels like he doesn't have to hold back on anything. And it's been a while, he has to admit.

It would be a lie if one said that Molly's not showing off as he turns around a little, sideways, and proceeds to peel off the pants from his legs. But he makes sure that by the time they're off, Anjou could take a good look at every side of him, front and behind, and to remain in boots that are reaching his knees. Not shiny leather, but definitively with heel.]

That is a wonderful trait to have, [Molly says as he pulls on the edge of his very tight underwear, but doesn't take it off. He didn't have time to buy lingerie, he didn't plan for this, but it's still as tasteful as everything. And, of course, it's black and cups his ass extremely well.]

Really? Was I really that bad? [He's 'complaining', but also not really, seeing the way he makes towards where Anjou's sitting, slowly, then resting a knee just on the edge of the sofa. Not touching the older man at all, oh no. But being right there, mere inches out of the reach.]

[timewarden]

[He can’t help but gaze at the gentle curve of Mollymauk’s assets as he continues stripping. The entirety of this little show is enthralling but also quite frustrating since all Anjou wants to do is reach out and touch him. It’s difficult to ignore the temptation but Anjou manages to do just that as he allows Molly to have his fun. He’s like a python coiled to strike, the very slits of his eyes narrow much like a serpent as he watches with such enjoyment. The temptation is still there, that urge to leap up and strike but he doesn’t. If there’s one thing that Anjou prides himself on other than his looks, it’s his patience.]

No, you weren’t but you’re terribly vain.

[He teases as he reaches up to brush his fingers against Molly's knee.]

Luckily, your vanity is more of an asset than a flaw.

[Anjou can't help but smile as he purposely slides his hand further up along Molly's leg. He's testing the metaphorical waters here, clearly trying to see how much he can get away with touching him. If the tiefling recoils from his touch for another piece of his performance, then very well. However, Anjou just wants to see if he's free to touch him yet. After all, Mollymauk is calling the shots for now. That is until Anjou finally snaps.]

sorry for late

[melanholia]

Is that so? I'm lucky then.

[He doesn't pull away. Or makes the other man pull away. If he wanted not to be touched he could've delayed even more by stripping the last piece of clothing he has that's keeping him from being completely undressed. He loves the way man is watching his every single move, as if learning it with a purpose; grinning, Molly shifts his other leg on the other side of Anjou's lap, now properly placed right above his lap.]

I just think I have things to show off.

[He wants more of it, both of those hands on his skin, his body, everywhere they can reach and feel. Now Molly's one tempted to lower hips down for a little bit of friction, but he's practicing his own patience. Letting the man enjoy the show in its entirety, he's earned it.

And in the meantime, his fingers will deftly finish off the work they had started earlier, by unbuttoning the rest of the pesky buttons that are in the way.]