#{threads:phoenix}

the mafia princess watched with a sick interest as his parents openly wept on the television in front of him. it was a bit of an act, likely the mafia parents had sent out plenty to find phoenix. but it was unlikely that they'd look for him here as he was bent over in front of the tv, in a dirty motel room, whimpering as the delicate lace panties were toyed with. "please. please!" phe wasn't sure if he was begging for more to be released or both. the curvy body squirmed but did not jump away from the touch of the other. if anything, it pushed into it.

phoenix breathed deep with a thrumming sense of nerves. this was not where he was supposed to be. he wasn't supposed to be doing things like this. but the threat of secrets spilling out had more than backed up the mafia princess into the corner. so phe had a job as a dancer and that meant each night, giving the person who had control over him a dance and then some in one of the private rooms. the swing of the hips are exaggerated, even behind the closed doors of said private room. "hello. how is your night?" it's a tight throated greeting as phoenix slid onto the other's lap.

"you brought me here to 'pray,'" phoenix whispered in a hissing fashion at the other as their hand continued to drift further up his skirt. phe couldn't deny the immediate reaction from his body. the way that the other could touch him so easily and instantly make his blood boil with the heat of wanting was not at all fair. the mafia heir glanced around to the empty pews behind him and then turned back around. "-was it all a chance to fuck me in a church?"