[ Lucifer has, probably with some foresight, seated them in the first tier, at one side, closest to the railing. Seeing as Aranya is still a new name, the tiers are only sparsely filled, though the parquet is almost full. Now that the lights are back on, Elio has a perfect view of a thousand people milling towards the exits, the large Steinway piano on the stage looking oddly lonely all by itself. The seats around them have been unoccupied throughout the whole first half of the recital, it's just been the two of them in the dark, Elio and Lucifer - as well as Aranya's beautiful music (Pathetique and Moonlight sonatas before intermission) that Lucifer has been merciful enough not to disrupt with a single buzz of the buttplug. After dinner, which saw a lot of such disruptions, Elio had been a bit worried whether he'd be allowed to enjoy the music at all.
He shouldn't have, of course. Worried. He knows Lucifer. Lucifer wouldn't make it uncomfortable for him. All Elio's had to account for is the half-gasps he's made every now and then when he had to shift and feel the plug press against his prostate at just the perfect angle.
Which explains why he's currently hard again and sitting quite restlessly, turning towards the other man next to him, his hand still a heavy weight on his knee. Oh, but he has to go higher, he has to... Elio reaches down, splays his fingers out over the back of Lucifer's hand gently and at the slowest, least obvious pace possible, nudges it up his thigh, inch by inch. His hard-on's throbbing hotly beneath the fabric of his baby blue suit pants. ]
Her Moonlight Sonata was perfect, don't you think?
[ The breathlessness in his voice is completely unapologetic. Sorry, but he's currently got a rather large sextoy up his ass. ]
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He shouldn't have, of course. Worried. He knows Lucifer. Lucifer wouldn't make it uncomfortable for him. All Elio's had to account for is the half-gasps he's made every now and then when he had to shift and feel the plug press against his prostate at just the perfect angle.
Which explains why he's currently hard again and sitting quite restlessly, turning towards the other man next to him, his hand still a heavy weight on his knee. Oh, but he has to go higher, he has to... Elio reaches down, splays his fingers out over the back of Lucifer's hand gently and at the slowest, least obvious pace possible, nudges it up his thigh, inch by inch. His hard-on's throbbing hotly beneath the fabric of his baby blue suit pants. ]
Her Moonlight Sonata was perfect, don't you think?
[ The breathlessness in his voice is completely unapologetic. Sorry, but he's currently got a rather large sextoy up his ass. ]