Vatican-raised Catholic priest. Newly excommunicated. May as well enjoy it in some capacity. Men preferred for those interested in something more than friendly acquaintance.
[ will he? he spares a few minutes at home mulling it over. yeah, he’s walked into towns and hooked up straightaway before, but usually he knew something of those towns already--and they were all in the same dimension besides. but it’s a good picture, and it’d be a bang-up start to what he hopes will be a short stay in the city. and so he’s pulling on his coat and scarf without letting himself overthink it, winding his way through the city by train and trolley and on foot.
the exterior of the flat is … extravagant. to say the least. marcus looks it over critically, then reaches over to buzz up. he’s a halfway decent picture, in his button-down, in the narrow square shoulders of his coat, and his neutral expression; and he’s certainly walked less prepared into equally compelling situations. ]
[ In Vex's opinion, Marcus was more than just a "halfway decent" picture. He didn't normally go for older blokes, at least not ones that actually looked older, but he couldn't discriminate against the grin he had on his cuddlr picture. It was lust at first sight!
The way Vex dressed for these encounters could be summed up in: not much. A short black silk robe hung loosely on his shoulders, showing off a daring amount of his smooch chest, not to mention his legs since it only covered to mid-thigh. On his neck was a collar because why the hell not? It completed the picture of a fellow who was an "odd" mix of feminine and masculine.
When he answered the door he stepped back to 'politely' to grant him entrance. ]
Come in, come in! [ He said cheerfully, his accent out of London, a working-class sort, but like the rest of him there was something off about it. ] Should I embrace Catholic stereotypes immediately and offer you a glass of wine? [ His brows bobbed playfully. ]
[ when vex opens the door marcus looks him over, an eyebrow arched, and then the quirk of his mouth goes quickly from bafflement to something that looks faintly like amused approval. yeah, alright. between the texts and vex in the flesh--and it’s quite a lot of flesh, every visible inch impressive, and the invisible parts more compelling for it--it all seems like the kind of misadventure marcus would’ve had, like, thirty years ago. he’s not sure why he’s so readily pulled in by it now.
but he lets it happen, stepping in after him and surveying the flat. (instinct makes him count exits, mark the art.) he turns back to face vex, and the smile on his face is somewhere between amicably warm and a smirk. ]
Aren’t you lovely. [ he means both as a host and generally. not like he has any reason to lie. ] Red is good. Something stronger would be a little better.
[ He appreciated the look on Marcus' face, and his face in general, but the look in particular. Not revulsion or mockery, a pleasant mix of position-seeming ones, once the confusion faded anyway. Blimey, he was a lot older than he usually went for, but that smile and those eyes definitely reminded Vex of why he was so attracted to him. ]
Stronger, eh? [ An inviting finger was wiggled at him as he walked over to the kitchenette. He opened a couple of his cabinets to expose the rows of high-quality liquor he had, from absinthe to whiskey and everything inbetween. ] Got a favorite? I'm bound to have it. Other than that, I've got a nice red, decent vintage and all that.
I will warn you, if you have to get sauced to let me suck your cock then I might toss you out on your ear. [ It was said playfully, of course. ]
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[ will he? he spares a few minutes at home mulling it over. yeah, he’s walked into towns and hooked up straightaway before, but usually he knew something of those towns already--and they were all in the same dimension besides. but it’s a good picture, and it’d be a bang-up start to what he hopes will be a short stay in the city. and so he’s pulling on his coat and scarf without letting himself overthink it, winding his way through the city by train and trolley and on foot.
the exterior of the flat is … extravagant. to say the least. marcus looks it over critically, then reaches over to buzz up. he’s a halfway decent picture, in his button-down, in the narrow square shoulders of his coat, and his neutral expression; and he’s certainly walked less prepared into equally compelling situations. ]
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The way Vex dressed for these encounters could be summed up in: not much. A short black silk robe hung loosely on his shoulders, showing off a daring amount of his smooch chest, not to mention his legs since it only covered to mid-thigh. On his neck was a collar because why the hell not? It completed the picture of a fellow who was an "odd" mix of feminine and masculine.
When he answered the door he stepped back to 'politely' to grant him entrance. ]
Come in, come in! [ He said cheerfully, his accent out of London, a working-class sort, but like the rest of him there was something off about it. ] Should I embrace Catholic stereotypes immediately and offer you a glass of wine? [ His brows bobbed playfully. ]
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but he lets it happen, stepping in after him and surveying the flat. (instinct makes him count exits, mark the art.) he turns back to face vex, and the smile on his face is somewhere between amicably warm and a smirk. ]
Aren’t you lovely. [ he means both as a host and generally. not like he has any reason to lie. ] Red is good. Something stronger would be a little better.
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Stronger, eh? [ An inviting finger was wiggled at him as he walked over to the kitchenette. He opened a couple of his cabinets to expose the rows of high-quality liquor he had, from absinthe to whiskey and everything inbetween. ] Got a favorite? I'm bound to have it. Other than that, I've got a nice red, decent vintage and all that.
I will warn you, if you have to get sauced to let me suck your cock then I might toss you out on your ear. [ It was said playfully, of course. ]