<div class="floatleft">(http://s15.postimg.org/z2ifrynfv/Tomas.png)</div>Name: Tomas<br/>Location: Living Room<br/>Tag: Heather, Zuko<br/><br/>Tomas took a seat at an angle from his mother, and began to pour tea, adding milk to his, before taking a sip. He began to lean back in his chair, his face and impassive mask as he watched Zuko bend to his task. It was a waste of time trying to talk to his mother at the moment Tomas knew; Zuko was a master with his tongue it seemed, and she would be panting, and incapable of stringing together a sentence in less than a minute, so he would wait, and watch.<br/><br/>While his outer appearance was calm, the scene before him was bringing his lust to a low boil, and he had to redouble his efforts at control. he toyed with the idea of putting his feet up on Zuko's back while he worked, or teasingly trying to coax his mother into conversation, just to hear her replies slip into incoherence. But in the end he decided to do neither; after all it was going to be a long day, and his tastes could easily be called energetic, if not exactly rough. It was best not to wear himself out.<br/><br/>So Tomas sat watching, as he sipped his tea; outwardly calm, as the heat of his lust began it's long, slow burn.