He shifts further sideways, Claude’s arm around his shoulder a comfortable weight of warmth, the side of his body solid. The subject matter doesn’t surprise him in the slightest. Artists, necessarily, must cultivate more than just their impressive bodies whilst creating lasting narratives for the masses. A small shrug before he leans his head against Claude’s, blinking slowly to keep himself from actually closing his eyes. Comfortable. He’s so comfortable.
“Religion and politics – no, there’s not much of a difference these days.” He thinks about his employer, a fat pig of a man with riches enough to eat himself even fatter as the days go by. He likes to present himself as a devout Christian and no doubt it’s a little bit of theatre much adored in his social circles. But beneath it all, he swindles and cheats with no conscience at all, milking the system for all that it’s worth because money and wealth… He shakes his head, sarcasm seeping into his voice. “So long as the rich get richer, they will pledge whatever it takes. It’s a game well-played, when you think about it.”
Noting only now the way Claude’s… chosen to angle his head, he follows his look halfway down his own front, realising only now exactly how pronounced his arousal has become. This time, he flushes all the way to the roots of his hair, his hands shooting towards his lap uselessly. “Oh – I…” I’m sorry, he wants to say, but the words seem to be stuck in his throat. Besides, Claude doesn’t exactly look like he’s waiting for an apology, does he? Thus, Vincent simply trails off, breathing in and out just a bit shallowly, Claude’s soft hair tickling his nose and vibrating lightly with every exhalation.
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“Religion and politics – no, there’s not much of a difference these days.” He thinks about his employer, a fat pig of a man with riches enough to eat himself even fatter as the days go by. He likes to present himself as a devout Christian and no doubt it’s a little bit of theatre much adored in his social circles. But beneath it all, he swindles and cheats with no conscience at all, milking the system for all that it’s worth because money and wealth… He shakes his head, sarcasm seeping into his voice. “So long as the rich get richer, they will pledge whatever it takes. It’s a game well-played, when you think about it.”
Noting only now the way Claude’s… chosen to angle his head, he follows his look halfway down his own front, realising only now exactly how pronounced his arousal has become. This time, he flushes all the way to the roots of his hair, his hands shooting towards his lap uselessly. “Oh – I…” I’m sorry, he wants to say, but the words seem to be stuck in his throat. Besides, Claude doesn’t exactly look like he’s waiting for an apology, does he? Thus, Vincent simply trails off, breathing in and out just a bit shallowly, Claude’s soft hair tickling his nose and vibrating lightly with every exhalation.