[A brief interlude. Bit of a large age gap here,
but both characters are of legal consenting age.
This page is explicitly NSFW and anything but healthy.]
[Johan Liebert] - [Roberto]
but both characters are of legal consenting age.
This page is explicitly NSFW and anything but healthy.]
[Johan Liebert] - [Roberto]
A pair of pale blue eyes scanned the crowd of people as their owner stepped off of the train, swathed in thick coat and scarf. The air was chilly, warmed above freezing by the sheer number of bodies at the station that seemed to press in on Johan as the young man wove his way through the crowd.
It wasn't hard to find Roberto, towering stronghold of a man that he was. Not a word was exchanged between the two, a healthy distance between them as they made their way to the street outside. A brief taxi ride to their hotel room, and Johan was finally feeling the effects of the long train ride he'd taken to reach their meeting point. His ankles ached from where he'd stood for a good part of the time, given his seat up for an elderly man who he'd talked with.
"Bath?" Roberto murmured, warm and honey-smooth as he locked the door behind them. Johan quietly turned to nod, and Roberto was gone within seconds to draw a bath. It was a nice hotel--sweetly decorated, warm colors, a view of the street far below beyond the balcony.
Johan drew near to the balcony doors as the water pipes creaked to life.