<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/>Du'an kept the hand at Edgar's throat, enjoying toying with the blood flow to his head, feeling his pulse throb beneath his fingers as his hand slipped below the hem dress he was wearing, finding the laced pants. A small chuckle escaped him - most whores didn't bother wearing anything beneath their dresses around here, it was easier. Faster. Either Edgar wasn't really a whore after all or he focused entirely on using his pretty mouth, which made sense, given his... equipment. Enticing someone around here and revealing to them he was a man would have been extremely dangerous, a good way to get himself stabbed repeatedly by an unhappy sailor.<br/><br/>Du'an didn't care right now. This person, man or woman, whore or no, was positively begging to be fucked - whether he used actual words to do so or not - and he was enjoying the game. His hand cupped firmly at the bulge between his legs, slender fingers grasping the laces and untying them soon after, tugging them roughly to get them loose. It took several tugs, but the laces gave way, Du'an's hand - his fingers slightly cold to the touch - slipping down the front of them. He was wearing nothing beneath those - perfect, Du'an was getting impatient with all the clothes.<br/><br/>A slight grin tugged at his lips at the question, and as he took a firm grasp on Edgar's manhood, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low purr as he answered him.<br/><br/>"You call me 'Sir'," he said, his hand squeezing him firmly, exploring Edgar's arousal. "Understood?"