- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Shounen-ai and Shoujo-ai, Psychological, Steampunk and... well, I'm actually up for most kinds of role plays.
To Rufus' surprise Brandon pushed him back down into his seat, getting up and offering him to cook. He frowned a little, watching the other male's back as he started buzzing around the kitchen, almost as though he was living there. Slowly a slight smirk spread across Rufus' lips. Sometimes when Brandon bent down, he got to see a little more than appropriate. Wanting to slap himself for enjoying it, Rufus did little to nothing to avert his gaze. It was just too pleasant a view...
"Can I reverse that question? What do you want? I can eat anything, I'm not picky."
"Oh damn it," he suddenly muttered under his breath, standing and stepping up behind Brandon. Unable to keep himself in control, he wrapped his strong arms around Brandon's waist and pulled him close, pressing up against him.
"You..." he purred, playfully nipping at his ear, "what if I told you I wanted you for dinner?"
"Can I reverse that question? What do you want? I can eat anything, I'm not picky."
"Oh damn it," he suddenly muttered under his breath, standing and stepping up behind Brandon. Unable to keep himself in control, he wrapped his strong arms around Brandon's waist and pulled him close, pressing up against him.
"You..." he purred, playfully nipping at his ear, "what if I told you I wanted you for dinner?"