#thread.dion

Sunny smiled fondly as he let his fingers trail down the front of Dion’s outfit, the place they were in was loud, hot, and terribly crowded. A man such as Dion might almost be able to go completely unnoticed. If not for being placed exactly there.

Sunny never questioned his jobs. He didn’t have it in him to fight that battle. It didn’t go wrong often enough for him to start putting up boundaries. He was called or told to be somewhere and he showed up. A few layers of makeup on, his hair perfectly curled, and beard perfectly trimmed. His outfit chosen because it was both discrete and a bit flaunting. If Dion had bought his services himself or been offered them, Sunny would only learn if he asked, and he had no intention to ask. He simply acted.

“You look absolutely lovely tonight,” he whispered into Dion’s ear. His movements were hidden, not flirtatious, but almost familiar. As if they were pals sharing a drink. Openly flirting with a famous artist never went over well in the press. “I am glad to get your attention again for the night.”