house of the rising sun

Ammon had been so caught up in his own affairs that he had neglected to notice his male company until the taunting tones would fall upon his ears. The words not so much the tone caused him to pause, or rather the inflection. His mind was abuzz with rancid thoughts but he held his putrid tongue within his vile mouth. Most overpowering was confusion. Had this been a woman, he would have known how to handle the situation - what to say, how to perfectly manipulate and twist her to his will. But this was a man as he, who knew his games, his advantages. How was he to compete, what device had he to combat his own? As he pondered such thoughts he left his wicked side facing the male.

It was better this way, for Ammon. A cruel smirk pulled tightly upon his onyx kissers. He would find a way to toy with this one as well. " perhaps, if you had been more avvincente, i should have noticed you from the start? " compelling. Italian voice was dripping with cruel frigidity as he swiveled his massive onyx bodice around towards the male. He took no time in closing the vast gap between them. Still keeping a distance, a dominantly teasing glint flickered in his eye. Oh, yes, he was in the mood for a game.

" speech "