<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Blue Iguana</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Du’an</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">~ &gt;</span><br/><br/>Edgar couldn’t help a small, almost desperate moan as the man’s hand moved past his hoped-for directive and instead let it’s thumb touch his lips.  The appendage’s position and the touches to his bodice sent wave after dense wave of lust through him; it was almost too much with the liquor’s lingering affects.  He parted his lips and licked delicately at the very tip of the man’s digit, gazing longingly at him.  He might’ve willed him to hurry if he wasn’t enjoying the teasing so much.  He hardly noticed the lacking ‘breasts’ until the man mentioned them, though the fact that he enjoyed a man in a dress only aroused him further; he wondered if he could ‘keep’ him, logic eluding him for the time being.  The hand sliding across his chest summoned a deep shiver across his form and he arched his back, hoping for—<br/><br/>He gasped, fingers curling into the wood behind him as he was strangled.  He stared the man directly in the eyes as he closed the distance and the tongue teased him; he wasn’t afraid.  In fact, his eyes and body language begged for it.<br/><br/><em>Fuck me..!</em><br/><br/>He only grew more aroused as he began to drift a little.  The lifting of his dress would reveal pants — obviously something of Edgar’s creation — with lacing over his groin and along the sides; their purpose was to keep his masculinity hidden.  Aroused and with his layers lifted, his slightly defined bulge curved over his abdomen, shrouded by folds of thick cloth to keep skin from being exposed.  Beneath those pants, he was naked, and it would take but a few pulls at the lacing to loosen it enough for removal.  He couldn’t help but close his thighs against the man’s knee as it rose, wanting to better feel it.<br/><br/>He was curious about the man, largely about his name.  Should he want to cry it in pleasure, what would he say?  He swallowed to help prepare his throat for the work of speaking.<br/><br/>“… Wh—… What’ should I call you..?”  He smiled hopefully, swallowing again to repair the dry walls of his strained throat.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">&lt; ~</span>                             </div>