<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br/>in the basement  <br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar<br/> </div><br/><strong>Content: M/M</strong><br/><br/>Du'an couldn't help a small chuckle at the man's response, keeping one hand at the back of his neck, the other continuing to tease him, feeling as he spread his legs, straightening himself up a bit while keeping him pinned down fairly roughly. His slender fingers sought out his entrance, feeling over it lightly - well, he didn't<em>seem</em>to have any lesions or warts or anything else unpleasant, all in all, he was easily one of the least disgusting whores he'd ever come across. How fortunate for him.<br/><br/>Removing his hand from his neck, and quickly grasping both of the man's wrists, he twisted them behind his back, crossing and pinning them there, holding onto him tightly. He still had the vague idea that this man was a con-artist, whether he wanted Du'an to fuck him or not, for all he knew, he was still planning something. He felt a lot more secure with the man's hands pinned against his back, and he contemplated tying him up, glancing around quickly for something that might work.<br/><br/>His whip hung at his side, and he smirked a bit as he grasped it, using it to quickly tie the man's hands together, tugging on the ends of the supple leather to make sure it was nice and tight. He wrapped the trailing ends around his hand, confident that he was at least fairly secure, pressing his hips against Edgar, though he was still clothed, his free hand weaving into the man's long hair and getting a good grip on it, yanking his head up slightly.<br/><br/>"If you're not a whore, you must make your living here somehow..." he whispered to him, before releasing his hair, his hand slipping down between them to tug at the buttons of his own pants now.<br/><br/>"... so are you a thief?"