Sebastian fidgeted in subtle ways almost no one else would’ve noticed—to any casual observer he appeared nothing but gracefully wrapped in an exquisitely-tailored tuxedo—and muttered mutinously in Jim’s ear, “I hate this sort of showy nonsense, Jim, and you know it—Christ, the Bolivian Ambassador’s wife is eyeing me like I’m made of sodding chocolate.”
Smiling with wicked smugness, Jim’s dark eyes swept down and then up again over his partner’s lean, athletic form as he replied in an equally soft murmur, “You asked what I wanted, Sebby, and I wanted a night out with my tiger in a tux; so, you will be in the tux, my handsome tiger, and let people look their greedy fill.”
Smirking and rolling his eyes with a sigh, Sebastian surrendered by relaxing into the easy, confident manner of a man who wears a tux like a second skin and doesn’t give a toss who’s staring, because no one but the person at his side has the right to touch.
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Prompt: “Mormor (haha, like it’s any surprise) – but I saw a line from an earlier offering, and now want to make it your prompt. ‘a tiger in a tux’.” ^____^ by lady-karasu
(Hairy Crispmoose, bebe. I hope it’s okay. ❤ Hee hee!)
Heee~! I love it! Thank you, sweetie! ^_^
Lady Karasu 