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I've discovered I like having someone at the house waiting for me when I arrive in the evening. I'm more fond of it than I expected, actually. Working makes me rather tense, so it is pleasant, and soothing, after a long day at the Magic Box, to come home to a cup of of tea, a warm smile, a nice, hard shag.
Does that make me domestic? I wonder. Whether it does or not, there it is.
The toy-boy who picked me up at the bar (yes, you read that correctly... he picked me up, not the other way 'round) is usually quite good about doing for me -- in addition to simply doing me.
He stays away just often enough to remind me how much I do prefer having him there. He never stays away long enough that his absence becomes an annoyance to me, just an inconvenience -- which is bad enough. Things seem to run so much more smoothly when he's around. (Did you ever seriously think, even for a moment, I was going to run out and find a wife, or a girlfriend? Please! )
My toy-boy does have a name (when I remember to use it). It's Ieuan. Ieuan something... he has a double-barrelled last name. That struck me at the time he told me his name, but I forget what it is, now. I expect I will remember, eventually, if it ever becomes important.
Ieuan knows very well what he needs to do to bring me on, to keep me wanting more. (He knows that I know he knows, and I know that he knows it...), but he refuses to accept money directly as compensation.
The first time I invited Ieuan to spend the night, I left several hundred pounds dollars on the bed-side table, and he never picked them up, did he? Never mentioned it, either. I think I might have offended him, just a bit. Hm... considering the amount of time he spends with me, I may have been offering to underpay him. How embarrassing, to think of that now.
But... when my toy-boy Ieuan goes to the Magic Box, I tell him to simply take whatever he needs, without thought of payment. Ieuan does seem to have unerring taste in gear, where magic is concerned -- and he does visit the shop quite often, by necessity.
Ieuan is apparently doing quite well with the freelance demon-summoning, in addition to sorcery of a more general nature. In Sunnydale, that doesn't surprise me, terribly. I do hope Ieuan doesn't start choosing egregiously expensive items at the Magic Box because he knows I won't demand cash payment for them. Although... he would be worth it.
*~*~*~*~*
Ieuan slithered off the bed -- but only after making certain my immediate needs were thoroughly satisfied, the dear, dear boy. (Ieuan can be a good boy, when he wants to be... a very good boy, indeed...)
He started putting his kit back on. Black leather trousers over crimson silk boxers at that moment... the boy does know how to dress, and undress, to attract my attention. I could see his sculpted features in shadow as he finished dressing.
Still topless, he turned to face me before drawing a polo neck shirt over his head. Ieuan tops for me, but anyone who would have both of his nipples pierced has to have some masochistic tendencies, however well concealed. I wonder what his are, apart from the piercing, of course...?
'Where are you going?' I asked my toy-boy Ieuan.
'Out,' Ieuan replied, flipping his long, curling hair over one shoulder. 'Have a job to do -- a one-off. Lupasi demon. Do you want me back, later?'
'How long does it take to summon a Lupasi?' I asked, weighing my options.
'Two and a half hours, give or take, including prep time.'
I wanted to ask Ieuan how much he was getting for the job, but circumspectly held my tongue. (Having money is necessary, but talking about money is vulgar.) 'Yes, I do want you to come home, afterwards,' I said.
'Your home... not mine,' Ieuan reminded me, pulling his hair back into a queue.
'Oh, yes. Right.' I hadn't really thought about it that way before. I suppose it is just my house, however much time he spends here. 'The point holds, however,' I told him. 'I do want you back.'
'I'm probably going to have a pint, afterwards. Thirsty work, summoning -- all that invoking, isn't it? Pity there isn't anywhere around here to get a decent take-away,' Ieuan added, a bit absently, putting on his jacket. 'After that, then?'
'After that. I could make a curry for you, if you like,' I offered.
'Don't put yourself out,' Ieuan told me as he picked up the keys from the valet on the chest of drawers.
'No trouble,' I replied. 'I could pick up some lager when I go shopping. You could have your pint with the curry, if you wanted to do.'
'Are you sure it's no trouble?' Ieuan sounded increasingly skeptical. Or perhaps he was (rightly) skeptical of my motives.
'No trouble at all,' I assured him, again.
'Right, then,' Ieuan said, easily. 'See you when I'm finished working.' He loped down the stairs and out the door with the ease of a well-bred wolfhound, with the same utter lack of self-consciousness.
Does that make me domestic? I wonder. Whether it does or not, there it is.
The toy-boy who picked me up at the bar (yes, you read that correctly... he picked me up, not the other way 'round) is usually quite good about doing for me -- in addition to simply doing me.
He stays away just often enough to remind me how much I do prefer having him there. He never stays away long enough that his absence becomes an annoyance to me, just an inconvenience -- which is bad enough. Things seem to run so much more smoothly when he's around. (Did you ever seriously think, even for a moment, I was going to run out and find a wife, or a girlfriend? Please! )
My toy-boy does have a name (when I remember to use it). It's Ieuan. Ieuan something... he has a double-barrelled last name. That struck me at the time he told me his name, but I forget what it is, now. I expect I will remember, eventually, if it ever becomes important.
Ieuan knows very well what he needs to do to bring me on, to keep me wanting more. (He knows that I know he knows, and I know that he knows it...), but he refuses to accept money directly as compensation.
The first time I invited Ieuan to spend the night, I left several hundred pounds dollars on the bed-side table, and he never picked them up, did he? Never mentioned it, either. I think I might have offended him, just a bit. Hm... considering the amount of time he spends with me, I may have been offering to underpay him. How embarrassing, to think of that now.
But... when my toy-boy Ieuan goes to the Magic Box, I tell him to simply take whatever he needs, without thought of payment. Ieuan does seem to have unerring taste in gear, where magic is concerned -- and he does visit the shop quite often, by necessity.
Ieuan is apparently doing quite well with the freelance demon-summoning, in addition to sorcery of a more general nature. In Sunnydale, that doesn't surprise me, terribly. I do hope Ieuan doesn't start choosing egregiously expensive items at the Magic Box because he knows I won't demand cash payment for them. Although... he would be worth it.
*~*~*~*~*
Ieuan slithered off the bed -- but only after making certain my immediate needs were thoroughly satisfied, the dear, dear boy. (Ieuan can be a good boy, when he wants to be... a very good boy, indeed...)
He started putting his kit back on. Black leather trousers over crimson silk boxers at that moment... the boy does know how to dress, and undress, to attract my attention. I could see his sculpted features in shadow as he finished dressing.
Still topless, he turned to face me before drawing a polo neck shirt over his head. Ieuan tops for me, but anyone who would have both of his nipples pierced has to have some masochistic tendencies, however well concealed. I wonder what his are, apart from the piercing, of course...?
'Where are you going?' I asked my toy-boy Ieuan.
'Out,' Ieuan replied, flipping his long, curling hair over one shoulder. 'Have a job to do -- a one-off. Lupasi demon. Do you want me back, later?'
'How long does it take to summon a Lupasi?' I asked, weighing my options.
'Two and a half hours, give or take, including prep time.'
I wanted to ask Ieuan how much he was getting for the job, but circumspectly held my tongue. (Having money is necessary, but talking about money is vulgar.) 'Yes, I do want you to come home, afterwards,' I said.
'Your home... not mine,' Ieuan reminded me, pulling his hair back into a queue.
'Oh, yes. Right.' I hadn't really thought about it that way before. I suppose it is just my house, however much time he spends here. 'The point holds, however,' I told him. 'I do want you back.'
'I'm probably going to have a pint, afterwards. Thirsty work, summoning -- all that invoking, isn't it? Pity there isn't anywhere around here to get a decent take-away,' Ieuan added, a bit absently, putting on his jacket. 'After that, then?'
'After that. I could make a curry for you, if you like,' I offered.
'Don't put yourself out,' Ieuan told me as he picked up the keys from the valet on the chest of drawers.
'No trouble,' I replied. 'I could pick up some lager when I go shopping. You could have your pint with the curry, if you wanted to do.'
'Are you sure it's no trouble?' Ieuan sounded increasingly skeptical. Or perhaps he was (rightly) skeptical of my motives.
'No trouble at all,' I assured him, again.
'Right, then,' Ieuan said, easily. 'See you when I'm finished working.' He loped down the stairs and out the door with the ease of a well-bred wolfhound, with the same utter lack of self-consciousness.