7. Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
“-this, along with the extensive war of this period, could be deemed responsible for the beginning of the masonic period, however what the author fails to even comprehend, is the availability of different rock sources at this time.” René finishes his second scathing letter of the day with a small nod of his head. Slowly pacing across his study, hands gripped behind him, he reads out his different points of factual or conclusion error to Hangeng, as the male jots them down, ready to be sent out to the publishers. This, along with picking out errors in crossword puzzles and deliberately not funding charities, are the cantankerous old man’s way of having fun.
Just as he was ready to give delivering instructions, RenĂ© stops, eyes widening in surprise as he feels fingers grip his hips, tug him back, and a crotch meet the curve of his behind with the faintest of bumps. Did Hangeng just hump him?! The vampire remains frozen for a moment, perhaps in shock, or the slow release of fury that bubbles beneath him as he glances down toward the fingers still with that grip upon his bony hips. “Hangeng..?” He slowly and with a measured tone, lets and eye brow lift, as he feels the grip in the other males finger lessen in confidence.Â
In a quick flurry of a book to the face, René turns and swats the android from him, a strong of choice curses passing his lips as he glowers, Hangeng’s fate only worsening as René notices that the male hadn’t taken down any of what he just said, as his eyes had been trained instead on the vampires behind. René was having quite enough of these new urges that came with Hangeng’s new mortal body...
