Moan | because it's tahno and no one can resist. ~ |
Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!
One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips
It was undoubtedly his alcohol consumption that had lead him to flirting listlessly with an unfamiliar face. Tahno most certainly wouldn't take into consideration that his alcohol tolerance was much higher than the three glasses of wine that had long since thickened his blood. No, he would blame this all on the wine, all on the music, the dim lighting, and the irresistible promise of sin that tempted his mind and blurred his better judgement.
And it was undeniably his impaired judgement and the thickness of his blood that weighted his lids heavier, widened his smile, and made him lean just a little bit too close to the man.
It was all for his pride, anyway, Tahno reminded himself, a poor excuse to justify how quickly his lips had fallen upon the other man's, a poor excuse to justify how shamelessly his tongue brushed against the other's lip, a poor excuse to justify actions that needed no justification.
It was a lifestyle, and the title of playboy wasn't a caution to women only.