[ It isn't how Giles had expected to spend his evening, but it's far better than anything he could have come up with. He's more than happy to take the credit for setting things up, though by the time they've gotten through dinner it's really Shadowheart who takes the lead, by mutual and silent consent. Giles is only too happy to go along with everything, though he takes to one of the footstools rather than joining Stephen and Shadowheart on the floor, well aware that he might not be able to get up again if he ends up sitting down there for any length of time.
Like Stephen, he's shed his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he leans over his knees and accepts the joint with the air of a man who has done this probably too many times than is good for him. He meets Stephen's glance, drunk and relaxed and happy in a way that feels natural and precious, watching with undisguised interest as Stephen's hand plays over the topography of that generous backside. ]
Mmm. [ He hums general agreement around the joint, drawing down the dry sweet smoke while he observes Stephen's exploration of the lacy froth of Shadowheart's panties. He's vaguely aware of the price his friend pays for his dexterity, understanding that it's worth it, not at all begrudging him the taste of her mouth. Giles has been halfway hard since the start of dinner when he noticed the way Shadowheart's nipples show through her blouse; the movement of their bodies fitting together only adds to it.
Tipping his head back, he breathes out greyish smoke, and almost idly reaches down to begin slowly undoing his belt. ]
I recall, [ he observes, as if they do this every day. ] Being told that there was use of multiple.. foreign objects. Enough to make one's imagination run wild.
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Like Stephen, he's shed his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he leans over his knees and accepts the joint with the air of a man who has done this probably too many times than is good for him. He meets Stephen's glance, drunk and relaxed and happy in a way that feels natural and precious, watching with undisguised interest as Stephen's hand plays over the topography of that generous backside. ]
Mmm. [ He hums general agreement around the joint, drawing down the dry sweet smoke while he observes Stephen's exploration of the lacy froth of Shadowheart's panties. He's vaguely aware of the price his friend pays for his dexterity, understanding that it's worth it, not at all begrudging him the taste of her mouth. Giles has been halfway hard since the start of dinner when he noticed the way Shadowheart's nipples show through her blouse; the movement of their bodies fitting together only adds to it.
Tipping his head back, he breathes out greyish smoke, and almost idly reaches down to begin slowly undoing his belt. ]
I recall, [ he observes, as if they do this every day. ] Being told that there was use of multiple.. foreign objects. Enough to make one's imagination run wild.