Sealing the Slit
Written by TwistedSnakes
Commissioned by Legandaryhon and Sambo48
Their eyes met from across the room. Amidst the bustling tables of poker and the movements of the other gamblers, their eyes locked for just a second. Just a single moment of respite from the rest of the world. And then their gazes found other things to focus on.
Of the two, one was a badger, focusing on the five cards in his hand. His brow furrowed, but he caught himself quickly, returning to his blank expression. He looked up at the rest, looking to see if anyone noticed his tell. He hoped not. The eagle opposite him might have seen his expression, but he couldn't exactly tell for sure.
Then the betting began. Higher and higher the bets went. Up a hundred here, another three hundred there. High stakes betting at the Silver Serpent casino tended to push one's tolerance for stress to its limits, and in a game like poker where a moment of weakness could give it all away, this made for an extremely nerve-wracking experience for the players.
One by one the players folded, until only the badger and the eagle was left. The eagle tapped on the holographic display before him, raising the pot by yet another seven hundred.
The badger hesitated. Call, raise, or fold?
He tapped the display to raise by a hundred dollars. The eagle responded with a raise of a thousand. The badger grunted silently, raising by two hundred. The eagle responded with a raise of another two thousand.
Grr...
"Don't bet if you can't afford it," the eagle sneered.
The eagle wasn't about to stop raising anytime soon. The badger had to make up his mind: all or nothing. Using his own holographic screen, he raised by fifty thousand. A soft chime played in response, and he watched as the credits drained out of his Silver Serpent gambling card.
"Hah!" the eagle could barely contain his conceited grin, "You really think you can bluff me? Call." He used the screen and put fifty thousand of his own credits into the pot. "Full house," he announced, revealing his hand to the table: two kings and three tens. "I saw your tell earlier; try as you might, you can't hide it from my eagle eyes. I knew from the start that you were trying to bluff your way out of this. Well, thanks for the extra fifty K."
The badger closed his eyes, but it wasn't a gesture of defeat. Instead, with a smug grin, he said, "No, thank you for the extra fifty K." He flipped his cards onto the table, revealing the numbers three to seven, all hearts. A straight flush.
"What the-" the eagle spluttered, "I- you- you cheated! How did you get those cards? I saw your expression, you got a shitty hand, didn't you?"
The badger shrugged with a warm smile. The credits in his card had just jumped by seventy thousand, mostly thanks to the eagle's overconfidence.
"Wait! There must be a mistake! Check the cameras! Something's fishy about this!" the eagle was still rambling frantically, gesturing his arms about wildly, "I can't lose this much in one game!"
"Maybe you should follow your own advice: don't bet if you can't afford it," the badger advised genially, unfazed by the eagle's outburst. He pocketed his gambler's card; he had been hopping from table to table throughout the day, making money off the unsuspecting gamblers who fell for his pretence and lies. But this would be his last table for now: a million dollars of winnings was enough for today.
He looked up and his eyes met with those from earlier. The eyes belonged to a handsome stag with a slim and lithe figure. He was standing by the side, trying not to look awkward as he gazed upon the badger.
Ah, why the heck not.
The badger got up from his seat to allow another person to take his place at the gambling table and turned to face the stag.
"Laguna, at your service. How may I help you?" he introduced himself.
The stag had to take a moment to catch the jump of his heart in his chest.
"Omen," he likewise introduced his name, "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for drinks." The offer hung in the air for long, suspenseful seconds. The badger seemed to be sizing him up with his intent, blue eyes.
The stag shifted from foot to foot, unsure if he should have made the first move. But then the reply came, "Alright."
"Really?" the words escaped Omen's lips before he could catch himself.
"Sure, there's a bar just one corridor down that we could go to. They have very nice honey moscatos there," the badger nodded, waving a guiding hand forward without waiting for a response.
Not that the stag objected, following Laguna's directions towards the exit of the gambling hall with the badger beside him. The ground beneath the stag felt distant as if he was floating inches above the carpet, levitating by the sheer joy in his beating heart.
The next three hours passed like a breeze. Glasses of exotic wine were enjoyed, their flavours of peach, mint, cocoa, cinnamon, citrus, and many more harmonizing with their animated conversations of their background, their hobbies, their travels, and eventually, their sexual interests.
"Heh, I wouldn't have placed you as someone with such kinky interests," Laguna snorted.
"I'm sorry, this isn't a topic for polite audiences," Omen retracted his previous statement.
"And who do you think comes to the Silver Serpent? Definitely not polite audiences," the badger laughed, "It's alright, you can tell me about your kinks."
The stag hesitated for a moment. "Well, I enjoy being teased a lot," he finally admitted. Seeing the badger's nod of approval, he carried on, "Throw in chastity, and you'll hit quite a lot of my buttons."
"And what's the longest you've been in chastity?"
"A year and a half," Omen blushed.
"Really?" Laguna said, looking impressed, "And you didn't take it off even once?"
"No."
"And how did you keep it clean inside?"
"Erm..." Omen hesitated, glancing around the room uneasily. Laguna's unmoving gaze, however, compelled him to share. "Well, my cock and balls are internal, so from the outside, there's just a slit there," he said in embarrassment, "I was locked in a chastity belt, so I cleaned it by using a tube to flush out my slit with water."
"Ah," Laguna acknowledged, noticing the stag's discomfort. He gently caressed the stag's cheek with the back of his right hand, "You're a good boy, you know that?"
"T-thanks," Omen stuttered, feeling once again the butterflies in his chest.
"Does your owner still cage you up?"
"I'm not his sub anymore," Omen admitted.
"Ah, he's missing out," Laguna purred, continuing his soft stroking of the stag's cheek, with the cervid nuzzling back, "Do you still miss the cage around your cock?"
The stag nodded.
"I could lock you up tonight," the badger whispered softly, "Have you been sounded before?"
"Yeah."
"Liked it?"
The stag nodded again.
"Then I could let you have a taste of a metal rod down your dick while you're locked up tight."
Omen could feel a sense of arousal washing over him as if the badger's hands were already on his body. Stroking his pecs. Down his abs. Teasing his slit. Fingers around his twitching cock. Fuck...
Laguna smiled. The stag's lack of a response wasn't an issue: his body language was all the badger needed to know. With the fingertips of his left hand, he stroked Omen's crotch, brushing against the fabric that concealed the deer's sensitive slit.
"What do you say?" the badger purred, "My room's upstairs."
"Mm...sounds good," Omen mumbled in a daze. Laguna tapped his sleek, black, Silver Serpent card on a glowing rectangle marked out on the bar counter's jet black surface, making payment for both their drinks as a chime played. With an amused grin at the stag's dreamy expression, he led the stag out of the bar.
The silence of the hotel room was blissful: a shelter and refuge of quietness from the noise of the crowds in the casino below. Laguna was still in his suit, but Omen was made to strip down, standing naked in the middle of the room.
The metal device in Laguna's hands clicked swiftly as his skilful fingers worked the latches effortlessly. Its front face was a smooth oval except for a groove that ran down its length, and the handle of a latch sat on one end of the groove.
"And if you pull this down," Laguna held the handle tightly with his fingers and slid the latch down the groove. Flaps on the sides of the oval spread open like the wings of a bird taking flight, locking in place with a loud click as the latch caught on the opposite end of the sliding groove. "The chastity device stays spread open, lodging itself on the inside of your slit. It's not coming out until I unlock it."
The badger produced a metal rod with notches and grooves. "And this is the key". He slid it into the groove of the oval device, and the notches of the rod lined up with the locking pins, and the locking mechanism released the latch. The device ejected the rod and the latch returned to its starting position, retracting the device's wings back into its body.
Omen shifted from foot to foot, trying to contain his excitement. The inside of his slit was already feeling moist with all the pre he was leaking, and he could barely hold in his arousal.
The badger, however, had other ideas, taking his time to examine the stag's smooth, naked body up and down. "Mm...just look at you, with only a slit to show for your manhood," the badger teased in a domineering yet affectionate way, "Would you like to see what a real man's cock looks like?"
"Yes, sir," Omen blushed, nodding as he kept his head bowed and his hands behind his back, submitting his body to his bedroom partner.
"Well, you're going to have to earn it," Laguna guided the stag towards the bed and thrust him onto it. The stag landed on his back on the soft, silky bedcovers and the badger pounced on top of him. The badger gazed at him with watchful and expectant eyes.
Omen knew what the badger was asking for. Closing his eyes, he began to nuzzle his snout against the soft fur around Laguna's neck. His hands pressed against the badger's chest, tracing the curves of his pecs through the fabric of his shirt.
Laguna was nuzzling back too, brushing the bottom of his chin against the stag's forehead, tracing the prongs of the stag's antlers, feeling their smooth velvet beneath his jaw. Omen let out a soft gasp as his sensitive antlers were stroked. They've only started growing since the start of spring a few weeks ago, leaving them sensitive to the badger's caresses.
With one hand supporting his body, Laguna traced the other down Omen's slender body. The defined collarbone of the stag's neck. The supple flesh of his pecs. The perky peak of his right nipple. The badger gave it a light squeeze, circling his thumb around the firm flesh of its areola.
Omen let out a soft moan of pleasure. The fingertips against his skin were warm and assuring. Laguna's light musk filled his nostrils with hints of masculine scents, mixed in with the woody cologne that the badger was wearing. The stag's hands wrapped themselves around the badger's body, feeling the ridges of his shoulder blades amongst the sculpted muscles of his back.
The stag gave Laguna's neck a soft nibble. The badger had his fingers on his abs, pressing firmly down as if trying to shape their valleys, moulding them into works of art. Then his hands reached below his waistline towards...
A-ahh!
Laguna's hand cupped around Omen's crotch, pressing his skin against the stag's quivering flesh. The badger was obviously enjoying himself, lowering his body so he was on the same level as the stag's exposed neck. He then descended upon the stag's neck, nibbling and sucking on the pliant flesh.
Omen pushed his hips forward, overcome with pleasure as he offered his slit into the badger's waiting palm. His libido ached within him, trying to will the badger's fingers to thrust into his slit. To fondle his sensitive cock tip within its tight folds.
But Laguna wasn't subject to Omen's silent hopes. Instead, he lowered his hips until his bulge was pressed against the back of his hand where the stag's slit shivered beneath. Laguna began to grind his bulge against Omen's genital slit, starting with slow movements as he gradually worked his way up into fervent exertions. The stag thrust back, trying to quench the fire in his loins. But he needed to control his manhood: Laguna had explicitly instructed that he controlled himself and keep his cock in his slit.
Fuck...
Omen's body moved with zealous vigour. His hands explored every inch of Laguna's back. His snout nuzzled passionately against the badger's neck. And his crotch...his crotch was burning with lust as he responded to Laguna's thrusting with thrusts of his own.
"Undress me," came the badger's instruction. Omen opened his eyes and they met Laguna's deep blue ones. The stag nodded, raising his fingers to unbutton the badger's shirt, revealing the sleek, white fur on his chest. As the last button came undone, Laguna threw off his shirt and flung it onto the floor. The badger then undid the zipper of his pants and tugged his underwear down, revealing his impressive cock extending through his sheathe. Omen barely had any time to admire his partner's length before Laguna came forward and shoved his dick straight into the stag's mouth.
"Mfft!" the stag choked as his gag reflex was triggered by the badger's girthy size in his throat.
"Suck."
Omen took a second to recover, slowly milking the cock in his mouth with his lips and clenched throat. The badger was slowly thrusting in and out, enjoying the tightness of the stag's maw. The saliva was the generous lubricant to the fuckhole of the stag's mouth.
Laguna grabbed the stag's snout with his left hand and squeezed it close, eliciting a soft whimper from Omen as his mouth was forced to clench snuggly around the warm flesh. The badger's other hand gripped the stag's horns, moving the cervid's head in time with his own thrusts.
On and on, the badger fucked the stag's maw with great enthusiasm. Each thrust was accompanied by a soft moan from the badger and a muffled whimper from the stag. But before he climaxed, Laguna pulled out.
"Not yet," he smirked, shifting himself so that they were once again chest to chest.
"A-ah..." Omen gasped. The badger was inserting the tapered tip of his throbbing cock into the quivering flesh of his slit. The stag instinctively clenched his pelvic muscles, squeezing the thick dick firmly, but that only served to further pleasure the aroused badger.
Laguna began to thrust, feeling the pseudo-pussy enveloping his shaft. The inside of the slit was moist and lubricated, largely because of the stag's copious pre that had leaked all over the inside of his hole. The slick fluid was warm against the badger's member. Warmth that only invited him to fuck harder.
Omen, too, was feeling the immense arousal. The badger's cock was grinding against his as if they were frotting. Both his dick and hole were stimulated by that single sceptre.
"Just like the slut you are..." the badger grunted into the stag's ear between his plunges.
"Y-yes sir," Omen blushed, pressing his cheek against the badger's. He could feel it coming. His eager cock. His rising arousal. His eventual climax.
But Laguna could tell too. The badger paused, leaving his cock hilted in the stag's hole. "Almost cumming, eh?" he grinned, "Well, we can't have that, can we? A chaste boy shouldn't be getting his release so quickly into his session. As I said, you've got to earn it."
The stag whimpered. Sure, this was what he wanted. But his carnal desire to orgasm was brutally overwhelming. He clenched the walls of his slit and released. Clenched. Released. Trying to milk the two cocks in his hole in earnest desperation.
Laguna watched interestedly, observing the stag's lustful state of mind, horny and unable to think. He would soon train this stag to control his desires, even if it took the hard way to do so. Raising his hips, he drew his sword out of its sheath, dripping the mixture of their pre over the sheets.
Sitting up, he nudged his fingers against the stag's slit, feeling it tense up beneath his touch. Then he gently pushed inwards, massaging the slit open.
"Mnng..." Omen moaned, his hips squirming and thrusting against the badger's hands. The badger was slowly squeezing his cock, coaxing it out of the slit. The stag could feel it. His already-hard member was slowly emerging from his hole.
"Ready for this?" Laguna procured a sounding rod, flashing the stag a smile.
Omen nodded. His cock twitched involuntarily, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness; the sensation of a rod penetrating his member was both an arousing and scary experience, even though he had been sounded numerous times before.
The badger held the tip of his erect cock in one hand, and with the other holding the sounding rod, he slid the rod across the tip of his cock, coating the shiny metal with his masculine fluid. With the sounding rod lubricated, he positioned its metal tip over the urethral slit of the stag's dick. Laguna looked at Omen: the stag was watching apprehensively. Just the way he liked his subs.
"I want you to focus on the rod. Every ridge, every notch. Pay attention. Memorise it" Laguna instructed, nudging the metal end into the stag's urethra and easing its rounded tip down.
"A-ah, fuck..." Omen groaned, feeling the stretching of his cock as the thick rod spread his flesh open. The badger was skilful yet gentle, making sure that the rod would only provide a satisfying sensation of filling his cock hole up without causing too much pain. And damn, did it feel good.
The rod went deeper until it was a quarter of the way down his length. With his thumb and index finger, Laguna was gently squeezing the head of the stag's cock as if tenderly milking it. Omen let out a soft gasp: the badger was pressing the flesh of his dick against the cold metal within. The still-unfamiliar yet pleasurable sensations were assaulting his senses, drawing away all his attention until the rest of the world disappeared, and only his quivering member and the metal rod was all he could perceive.
And the ridges, oh the ridges. The bumps and notches on the sounding rod were driving him nuts as it descended into him. It was halfway in now, a strange but welcome intruder into his sensitive member. His hips were shaking from the pain and pleasure that the rod was giving him. A simple rod, yet in a very crucial place as his member tensed and relaxed against the unyielding metal.
Omen bit his lip. It felt incredibly good. It wasn't just the sensation of the rod within him that aroused him: there was also the accompanying feeling of helplessness. Of vulnerability. His own dick was being penetrated by a solid rod, with the badger controlling all of it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt so fucking good.
He continued leaking his pre, seeping out the edges of the rod where the entrance of his urethra hugged the rod. His slit was swallowing the rod as Laguna slowly slid it in. Every ridge and notch pushing past his tight entrance, descending deeper.
And then it hit the base of his sphincter. The rod was at its deepest point. Well, almost. With a gentle press, the badger pushed the rod deeper still, forcing the stag's urethral sphincter open.
"A-ah!" Omen gasped. The pain and pleasure peaked as the rod was hilted within him. The nub at the end of the rod was now pressed against his sensitive dickhead, preventing it from going any deeper. A perfect fit, filling out the stag's cock from one end to the other with metal.
Omen couldn't help but clench the muscles of his member repeatedly, feeling the ridged contours of the rod inside his tunnel. Laguna held the tip of the rod with one hand, keeping the stag's dick upright as he gripped it with his other hand, slowly jerking him off.
"Oh f-fuck!" Omen squirmed. If the badger kept it up any longer, he would end up cumming. He was sure of it, "P-please, I'm almost-"
"Alright, I'll ease up," the badger reassured, "Wouldn't want you cumming before you've tried on the cage."
"Thank you," Omen nodded. Laguna slowly adjusted the stag's cock, tucking it back into his slit until there was no evidence of his manhood: only a fleshy slit leaking precum. The badger then picked up the chastity device, giving it a look over.
"This is the last time you're going to see this," Laguna teased, "Because, in a few minutes, it's going to be locked tight inside of you. Ready?"
"Yes sir," the stag accepted meekly.
"Good."
Laguna spread Omen's slit open with his fingers, opening it wide to accommodate the device that was going in. Then the metal plate went in next, gently slipped in until its edges were sitting just inside the stag's slit entrance. Satisfied that it was sitting securely, Laguna closed the slit over the device until only its notch and latch could be seen.
"I'm going to lock it in now."
Slowly, he began to pull the latch down. Inside the stag's slit, the wings of the device began to spread, pressing themselves against the walls of Omen's slit. It hurt as the edges dug into his flesh.
"A-ah!" Omen winced.
"Endure, boy."
Laguna pulled the latch further down, further opening up the device. The metal was cold and heartless as it agonizingly spread the stag's insides open.
"O-oh fuck," the stag stammered, "Please, stop!"
"Almost there, boy," Laguna consoled, "Don't resist. Take deep breaths and relax your slit."
"Y-yes, sir."
Omen tried to control his shaky breaths and relaxed his tense pelvic muscles. Then in a swift movement, Laguna forcefully pulled the latch to the end.
"Argh!" the stag cried loudly, bringing his hands down to cover his crotch defensively. There was a burning pain within his slit where the metal was pressed against his flesh, but the latch was already secured in place with a click: the device was locked.
"It's done," Laguna declared, "Just relax." He pulled the stag's hands away and stroked his slit soothingly. Omen's pitiful whimpers slowly died down as his crotch got used to the size of the device inside him.
"How does it feel?"
Omen wiped the tears from his eyes as he sat up and shifted his hips. The pain was subsiding, leaving behind a heavy, solid feel inside of his slit. The hefty weight of the device was admittedly very satisfying as he moved around on the bed. He tensed his cock, feeling the metal rod on its inside and the steel shield on its outside.
"It's very good, sir," the stag nodded submissively, allowing himself a small grin as he enjoyed the feeling of the chastity device inside him.
"Good."
Laguna groped the stag's crotch, squeezing the cervid's flesh and feeling the solid metal beneath. His fingers pressed against Omen's slit, causing him to let out a soft moan as the badger slid his fingers against the metal plate inside.
Then without warning, Laguna shoved Omen back onto the bed and pinned him down with the weight of his body. He lowered his hips, grinding his cock against the stag's slit. This time, however, the chastity device would not allow the badger to penetrate the sensitive flesh within. Still, he took a few moments to thrust his hips, rubbing the underside of his dick against the cool metal of the device.
"Look at you, even your pussy isn't fuckable anymore," he teased.
"Ngnn..." Omen groaned, humping back. His sounded cock was fully erect inside his slit, painfully pressed against the solid metal at the entrance. The only thing he could feel was the badger's cock grinding against the lips of his slit. Otherwise, his member was useless for pleasure.
"Guess we'll have to use your other fuckhole," Laguna grunted. With a heave, he turned Omen over roughly, pulling the stag's hips up towards him. Omen whimpered. Inside his slit, his useless member was leaking warm, sticky precum all over. A bit of it leaked out the sides of the chastity device, coating the entrance of his slit with his slick, shiny fluid.
The next thing he knew, Laguna's cock was already pushed against his pucker. The badger wasted no time, forcing himself into the stag's tailhole without restraint.
"A-ah!" Omen winced in pain, clenching his ass and squeezing a pillow against his chest as he had to endure his pain.
"Don't keep me waiting, boy," Laguna instructed, "You've been holding me up long enough with that useless hole of yours. It's time for me to have fun."
"Y-yes sir," the stag groaned as his tailhole was stuffed by the badger's girthy cock. In and out the badger thrust, shoving the stag's hips back and forth in time with the rocking of his hips. Omen's tailhole felt like it was on fire from the friction; the badger wasn't holding back.
And rightfully so. Laguna had been servicing the sub the whole time, making sure that he had his fun with the sounding rod and chastity cage. It's his turn to have his fun, and what good is a sub he couldn't use as a fucktoy?
And now, he'd destroy the stag's tailhole.
He fucked Omen's ass like there was no tomorrow. With each and every thrust, he plunged his cock until it was hilted within the stag before pulling out. The stag would probably enjoy the prostate massage that he was giving him, not that the badger cared. He would get his fill of the stag: every last plunge would be a delectable treat for his throbbing cock.
On and on he shoved his dick into Omen's tailhole. The stag had started to hump back, trying to work up his own arousal through the stimulation in his ass. Laguna's could feel his arousal come close to his peak, and so could Omen. They both exerted their bodies, working themselves towards the inevitable orgasm.
"A-ah!" with loud moans, both of them climaxed. Laguna shot his seed into the stag's hole, filling it up with his creamy load. At the same time, Omen came. His cum leaked out the sides of the sounding rod and flooded his caged slit, allowing a dribble of his milk to drip out on the sheets.
Laguna pulled his meat out of the stag's fuckhole and let himself fall onto the bed. A quick wipe on the sheets cleaned up the cum on his dick as he panted with a satisfied grin on his face. Omen, too, was enjoying the afterglow, slowly sliding his hips up and down as he ground his caged and leaky slit against the sheets.
They both took in the calm silence of the room, feeling their arousal subside, leaving behind a contented feeling in its stead.
After good, long minutes, Laguna got off the bed, tucking his dick back into his underwear and pulling his pants up. Omen followed suit, standing in front of the badger naked with his hands behind his back.
"Yes?" the badger asked.
"S-sir, could you please unlock the chastity device?"
"Oh? But I thought you liked it."
"I do, sir, but I would like to clean up too. And to return the device to you."
"Mm..." the badger pondered for a moment, "Nah."
"Huh?"
"It's fine, you can keep the cage."
"B-but I still need to be unlocked," Omen stammered, looking around for the key rod, "Where's the key?" He turned to Laguna, who had a smug grin on his face. "Where is it?" he asked again.
"I don't know," the badger drawled, stepping up to the stag and dragging his finger up his leaky slit, "Shouldn't you know where it is?"
"W-what do you mean?" the stag asked shakily.
"You know how the key to the device is a special rod with notches and bumps? There are millions of possible combinations of keys that could be made, and only one can unlock that device."
"Y-yeah?"
"I told you to memorise every ridge and notch, did I not?"
"Oh fuck," the stag stumbled backwards. The badger had sounded him with the key to the device, locking it inside him, "Y-you're kidding, right?"
"Ah, but that would be immature of me. I would never joke about matters like these," the badger tilted his head and smiled warmly, as if oblivious to the severity of what he had just done.
"Y-you can't do this to me! You're lying. Unlock this thing right now!"
"There's only one key to the device," the badger replied, "So how can I unlock it when the key is with you? Or should I say, within you." He smiled again.
"Hey! Help me out! What am I to do?" Omen pleaded, clutching his crotch, only to feel the metal device inside his slit. A device that wasn't ever going to come out. His cock tensed up inside him, squeezing against the hard, metal rod within.
"Well, if you memorised the shape of the key as I instructed, you'll be able to make a replica of the key and unlock yourself," Laguna shrugged, "Come along now." He grabbed Omen by the shoulder and led him out of the room.
"Hey! Wait! No!"
The stag was thrown into the corridor, nude and leaking. Then the hotel door was slammed behind him.
"What are you doing?" Omen protested desperately, knocking frantically on the door, "Let me in!"
There was the sound of latches as doors opened and people peered out to investigate the source of all the shouting. Omen looked around to see curious faces staring at him, wearing nothing but the cage locked within him.
Fuck.
He couldn't stay, but he couldn't leave either. But people were starting to call hotel security, and the badger wasn't opening up. Cum and pre were leaking out his exposed slit, dripping onto the plush carpets and staining them with his fluids. It felt like everyone could see the chastity device inside him, slick and shiny from all his essence.
"Gah!" he turned and bolted down the corridor, running away in shame.
Inside the hotel room, Laguna had already poured himself a glass of wine. His shirt hung off his muscular frame, unbuttoned and slightly crumpled after throwing it onto the floor earlier.
The banging had subsided, replaced by the sound of footsteps fading away. "Good," he said out loud to an audience of no one but him. He raised the glass of pink wine to his lips and sipped.
Sweet and citrusy. "Mm, rosé," he muttered, nodding in approval at the wine bottle labelled "Rosato".
"Very good." He should order more wines like this in future.
"Very good."
~ End ~