(http://rs884.pbsrc.com/albums/ac45/mikamed/936full-andrej-pejic.jpg~c200)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ebony Rain<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>gay<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Counselor Julian, Fox Kingsley, [Open]<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center">It was actually nice to see somebody more narcissistic than himself. Ebony was always a fan of ‘self-love’, and he would often spend hours in front of a mirror; feeling himself, fixing himself, and making sure that everything happened to be in it’s proper ‘place’. His makeup was always flawless, and his hair was rarely ever a mess-- unless it was intentional. Though he would have excelled at this exercise, when Julian called for him, he was hesitate about rising to his feet. The softest of pinks touched his cheek, and his lewd thoughts would only seem to continue. <br/><br/>A chuckle would bring crystal eyes towards Fox, and they would narrow at the woman. When she spoke however, his eyes would grow a little wide-- was it that noticeable? He would clear his throat, shifting, before finally trying to regain his composure. <strong>“What can I say?”</strong> He would start, his voice a delicate whisper. <strong>“’Self-love’ can be quite the turn-on...”</strong> Though it wasn’t the self-love that had got Ebony all hot and bother, but the images of ropes and leather playing out in his mind. Damn...Why did he have to be on such a bondage kick, today? <br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, the boy would rise to his feet-- his black skinny-jeans doing nothing to hide the bulge. Though that blush still trickled and played upon his delicate features, he would stride up towards the mirror with his normal pride, and gaze at himself in the reflective surface. “Are you sure, teach?” He would ask; passing a quick glance towards the narcissistic man, before returning to his own delicate image. <strong>“Some of your shyer students should probably advert their eyes...I have quite the flame for myself.”</strong> He half-smirked-- a bit of truth in the boy’s own vain words.  <br/><br/>Slowly, he would step closer to the mirror-- a more ‘extended’ part of his body pressing against his image first, before his palms would rest upon either side of the reflection of his head. His gaze turned smoldering, hungry, and as he stared at him self, he would chew upon his bottom lip in a ‘coy’ display. <strong>“It’s been a while...”</strong> He would say to himself, and his right hand would slide down over his own reflection. Slowly, his head would tilt, and soon his lips would press softly against the reflective surface-- the kiss was delicate, loving, but held a strange heat to it. He pulled away, almost as if this was his first kiss; then he would linger, for a moment, before pulling away from the mirror completely. <strong>“I’ll see you tonight...”</strong> He cooed. <br/><br/>After glancing back at the Teacher once more, the boy would finally return to his seat. His legs would instinctively cross, and that tint would seem to remain on the boy’s cheeks. </div>