[Training] swingy swingy hit hit (open)

james

smoking kills

“Y’ever handled one of those before?” Leaning against the wall, James watched the younger man twirling his wood around, with a serpentine gaze. One brow raised, the thief pushed himself off of the wall and and stalked closer, his movements lazy and intentional. The young abandoned might catch glimpses of his many tattoos, the shine of the rings on his fingers; or perhaps he’d be distracted by the tattered clothing the snake wore, or just how thin he was. All of those of course, was merely part of his charm, as was his musical accent.

“Yer not meant to just man handle it like that lad.” The thief added, offering Oliver a suggestive bounce of his thick eyebrows. “Unless yer both into that a’course, but from here, looks a wee bit like a boy flailing about with this cock for the first time.” So saying, the snake mimed out an awkward masturbatory exercise, jitterying his legs and of course pantomiming an absurdly large penis.

but so does love.