There were certain sounds, soft tones that would never fail to pucker his skin, and he realised in that moment that Adrian’s laugh was one of those. It was at a pitch that many would miss, but it vibrated molecules on such a level that it took Wynn’s attention, and he found himself perhaps looking at him for longer than was entirely necessary. As a means of displacement activity to ensure he didn’t stand staring like some moon-eyed creature- Wynn casually lifted his phone. The gem encrusted case mimicking the huge crystal encrusted schlong stood proudly only feet away, behind glass, he stepped back a little, eyeing Adrian- silently asking for permission. The grin was lip-bitten, however. Playful and deeply amused as he snapped a quick shot of Adrian and the crystal cock, and promptly sent it whizzing to Gabriel through instant messenger before anyone could register the image was even in existence. Such was the dexterity and finesse of a man with quite that level of determination- “This’ll brighten his evening…”
Poor Gabe, stuck at work and missing out on this… Exhibition of art
. Those dark eyes of his glittered like onyx as he angled his gaze upward, his thumb making quick work of typing:
“Borrowed this unsuspecting gallery goer… Don’t you think this would look amazing in the reception area at Aether? So many crystals T_T SO much cock 0-0”
The phone pocketed, once more- the soft smile he wore, a challenge in a way. Fondly amused, and gentled by the generous creasing at the corners of his eyes.
The item fitted, somehow, into the sliver of a gap that would be his jeans pocket. Now, what could have been an easy slide, came with a shimmy and a hip wiggle as he shifted because, trust Wynn to be wearing Jeans that were better considered practically painted on, versus actual stretch denim fabric. Once stowed, his delicate fingers set about plucking at the cuffs of his shirt, an action that he watched as he tugged them gently, and then he rolled the bangles and beaded bracelets around his wrist over and over one another. New wolves meant growth, and that wasn’t such a bad thing… No matter how problematic some may be. “I’m sure he can feign entertained… He’s a patient soul.”
Wynn breathed, gently amused.
Adrian was close, his lean in mimicking that of his own and Wynn looked up at him through his lashes, the twitch over his lips a smile that trembled and faltered only because of the fact that he was swathed in warmth, in the scent of the man that was so unlike anything he was used to. It rushed his senses, determined to be memorised, and he would concede to the fact that his throat tightened, that his chest squeezed, especially considering that moments later an untimely collision nearly brought Wynn down to the mercy of gravity. He was sure he was going to overbalance. Sure that his eyes had almost popped out of his head but the warm pressure of Adrian’s arm around his middle saved him. Stayed his form, and prevented what could have been a very expensive fall, had he landed on the display behind him.
With a small, somewhat girlish squeak perhaps, he’d thoughtlessly swiped out to grab anything he could to steady himself, and that turned out to be Adrian’s sleeve. Which, Wynn gripped and twisted deep into his palm, tightening the garment around the thick swell of Adrian’s bicep as he held on tight. White knuckled, and still not so sure of his footing even despite the protective banding of arm around him. He found himself confronted with Adrian’s features in profile, close and his nose-tip almost grazing his cheek bone in passing. His breath caught, snagged at the back of his throat and his chest heaving. “S-sorry…”
Slowly Wynn released the cinch of fabric in his wrought iron grip, and smoothed it flat apologetically, warmth emanating through the weave of cotton- he swallowed. The pronounced jut of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared after the woman, tottering on dangerously thin stilletos. Wynn cocked his brows, turning his attention to that warm smile and the return of a gaze soft, and honeyed- “Oh, I’m sure…”
His words tremored gently, as he breathed a dismissive laugh before succumbing to the momentum that followed.
If Wynn had less than a dancer’s grace, he would have fallen over his own feet. Dragged in the wake, tucked to Adrian’s side and his hand taken in a grip that dragged his attention downward. Wynn would look between the pressing of palms, and the side of Adrian’s face as he, quite literally, White knighted the two of them from the sausage!party.
When Adrian ducked, Wynn reflexly did the same, and he eyed over his shoulder as if relieved at their narrow escape. He only just, then, avoided slamming into a group of over excited art students who were making blow-job faces and snapping shots beside a rather grotesque painting, and whilst his attention was semi-adhered to that scene, he just about clipped someone who waved enthusiastically and hollered a shrill and animated greeting after him- “WYNN!? But you literally just-” “Saskia, Hi, darling! And bye…”
He eyed Adrian. That softly determined look, the pendulum of his steps- and half thought about slowing their escape to better greet his acquaintance but, his second thought and deep desire to be anywhere but the gallery won through. Company taken into consideration, also. In his thinking, though, he all but ended up tripping over himself as he twisted to make a phone hand gesture at her- and he mouthed: I’ll ring you!
Multi-tasking was something he could profess to being fairly good at, but the Spaniard had a habit of being rather… Distracting. Wynn chuckled, turning nimbly on his heel to right his posture, and as they reached the door, Wynn gripped the shirting at Adrian’s side by means of putting on the breaks and he couldn’t quite contain the effervescent bubbling of laughter that rose from his core. He dropped his forehead against the point of Adrian’s shoulder and laughed- “Adrian, Adrian… Woah- You realise that we were very nearly beheaded by a hyper-realistic marble dick?”
Wynn was giggling uncontrollably. His shoulders shook, before he straightened up, his lids red rimmed and glistening with hysterical amusement- “I mean… What a way to go, but-”
He sucked in a breath. One, then two, and they were slow and soft as he examined Adrian’s features. A light, lopsided smile faltering into view, his cheeks rosying with every moment they dallied in the atrium- “...Thank you.”
It was soft.
Distracted, and he realised that he was still gripping Adrian’s hand, and a portion of his shirt with the other having urged him to slow down. The shirt he released- the site crumpled and creased. He swallowed again. “I’m… Sure there are better places to talk, because I can’t say that we’ve really done that...”
He glanced up, and smiled, idly smoothing over the side of Adrian’s hand before releasing- “I mean there’s the generic, coffee, food establishments, can’t say I’ve ever tried to have a conversation surrounded by quite so much dick, though- that’s… New.”
He tucked his chin to conceal his smile, his left brow ticking higher- “We’re home free, the world is our oyster…”
He quipped, “Have you plans? Or-”
Wynn’s query was gentled by a nervousness that wasn’t tangible through tone, but would be through his demeanour- “I don’t want to impose…”