Harrumph (OTA)

[transtranny]

This village was entirely unsatisfactory. Frank N Furter, who was used to doing what he wanted, when he wanted, found himself in a small room in the lowest (basement!) level of the "hotel," and even though his bed had silk sheets, it was no mansion.

He had no minions; no one to do his bidding! Worse, he had only had sex once since arriving. ONCE

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[parisprincetroy]

Paris was looking up at one of the buildings, watching the marvel of an airplane going past and didn't see where he was going and it was inevitable that he would eventually bump into someone.

"Oh, forgive me. I'm so sorry..." Paris told the pretty stranger in this exotic accent. He gave an apologetic smile, his dimples showing, but silently scolding himself for getting so easily distracted.

[transtranny]

Frank's head turned first, then he smiled, already reaching to touch the boy's chin. "You're forgiven." Mmm, mmm, mmm, wasn't he pretty? "And who are you?"

[parisprincetroy]

He saw no reason not to tell him the truth, no one had warned him otherwise. "Prince Paris of Troy. May I ask who I have the pleasure of meeting?" He kept his smile warm, friendly,inviting.

[transtranny]

There was a whimper somewhere. Not from Frank, surely, faced with such a pretty boy, such a pretty, pretty boy.

"You," he said, finger wandering along the boy's jaw, "can call me Frank." Were he from Earth, the name Paris might mean something to him. Alas.

[parisprincetroy]

"Frank..." the name rolled off Paris' tongue like silk. "A pleasure it is to make your acquaintance." Paris did not mind one bit all the touching that Frank was doing.

Paris was a very touchy-feely type of man.

He looked into the dark eyes of the towering man before him. He was gorgeous, fine cheek bones, long black hair that cascaded elegantly about his shoulders. Paris liked what he saw.

[transtranny]

That made two of them, then, and he stepped forward, closer, still. "Tell me, Paris. Have you given yourself over to absolute pleasure?"

[parisprincetroy]

"Oh yes...it brought about a war, but it was worth it." Paris replied with a very mischievous grin.

[transtranny]

"A war?!" Oh, Frank was a lover, not a fighter. "Dear, sweet, pretty boy. How did you survive it?"

[parisprincetroy]

Paris thought along the same lines, he was a lover not a fighter. "I'm not quite certain...which is why I am here, I suppose." He let out a little laugh, "But if the gods saw fit to spare me, who am I to complain?" He granted Frank a flirty smile, showing off his dimples again.

[transtranny]

Another whimper, gone to the ether. Frank's fingers traced along the line of the boy's cupid-bow mouth. "You'll come with me, won't you? Experience pleasure?"

[parisprincetroy]

What was it Hector told Paris once? That it was all a game to Paris. That he roamed from town to town bedding merchant's wives and temple maids. Well now he would most likely add this delightful man, Frank to the list.

It was not his first time with a man and Paris did enjoy pleasure of all kinds.

Paris may not fully understand what love was, but he was certainly going to have fun discovering it along the way.

Paris' smile broadened, he closed the little distance between them, teasing Frank with a sultry kiss. "Lead the way."

[transtranny]

Suddenly, surprisingly, this place was not terrible. This place was not all that Frank hated (one exception aside). No, this place was suddenly rainbows and kittens. Or something.

Still tasting the kiss (and lipstick), Frank turned toward the hotel, holding Paris's fingers. Into the lobby and down the stairs to his room, where he opened the door to let the boy inside. The room wasn't much except a dominating, silk-covered bed.

[parisprincetroy]

"I like your bed," Paris commented as he entered, kissing the back of Frank's hand. "Your place is lovely, but you are definitely the crown jewel in it." He turned his attention to Frank, his eyes studying those poutful lips and kissed them again.

[transtranny]

Were there no innocents left?

Frank kissed back almost greedily, even as he grabbed slim wrists and held them over Paris's head with what could only be called a wicked grin. "You have a silver tongue." It took all Frank had not to be wooed, to coo like a turtle dove.

Still holding the boy's wrists, he kissed him again, touching the tip of his tongue to Paris's.

[parisprincetroy]

Paris opened his mouth to the kiss, dueling his tongue with Frank's. That man sure knew how to kiss and it left the Trojan feeling breathless when they parted.

[transtranny]

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