<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Riorden</span></span>* Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_1.jpg)</div>Riorden didn't need any further inspiration  other than the man at his finger tips.  Other than noting that the two other men had walked into the bath hall, the musician hadn't paid them any notice. It may be a public area, but what the two men did was their personal, and private, business. Just like what he and Alexander were doing was no one else's business but theirs. The musician was an easy going guy. As long as he wasn't pushed too fast into doing something in which he was unaccustomed then he would go along with the flow. In the bath house there was an expectation of public displays of affection were they were not exactly in the public so he had no problems with what Trent and Jayson were doing or even going that far with Alexander.<br/><br/>And the owner of the Bathhouse was playing Riorden like the musician played his guitar. The younger man knew it and was grateful. Grateful for the man's kindness and how he seemed to help the new employee along with out Riorden having to assume or understand.  A strong hand hooked his thigh right above the knee and pulled his leg so that he was straddling Alexander's lap. It was difficult, impossible for his body body not to respond. Underneath his floating wrap his cock began to lengthen.<br/><br/>"What do I do..." Riorden laughed lightly has the man's hands traveled over his body causing his muscles to flex involuntarily and eliciting an occasional groan from this throat. The difference between their bodies wasn't off putting at all. The young man had no preconceived notions about what he liked and what he didn't. His body had just enough hair that it wasn't embarrassing but it was not thick, on his chest nor on the area below. That he was able to to grow enough facial hair to give a masculine edge to his sculpted cheek bones had been a relief. "Well I'm in the process of developing a new routine but this morning I read Sleeping Beauty for the first time, dressed in drag and waited in the castle tower to be rescued by the tea fairy with play dough cookies." He didn't even want to contemplate why his mom owned a boa. Not while his hands were having too much fun exploring the beautiful man before him.<br/><br/>"I must admit my afternoon looks more enjoyable." He said as his fingers continued to roam through the thick hair on the man's chest. Riorden's thumb circled Alexander's flat nipple, coaxing it into a tiny nub. Perhaps it was moving to fast but he was given permission to do as he wished so the musician slid his body forward, tilted his head and pressed his lips against the older man's lips, letting Alex take the kiss where the man wanted it to go.