forum Anyone on during school? (one on one, Gay or Lesbian)(Closed)

Started October 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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He sighed as he pulled out the tomato sauce and stir it in with the meat, humming a bit, every once in a while pulling down the skirt or itching at the maid outfit.

"You'll get used to it," the demon whispered before putting the spaghetti in the pot.

"Hell no." He said sharply. "Nope. No way. I am not wearing this all the time. Id only wear this to please my man and uh,you aren't my man. I ain't dating you. The blow job was a quick thing,nothing more." He sassed as he finished up the meat sauce.

"You're my pet so you have to do what I say and you don't have a choice," The demon smirked as he mixed the pasta.

"Asshole." He muttered as he sighed and let the sauce simmer. He then walked off and after a short while you hear the piano being played beautifully,the notes filling the air.

After Sebastion finished making dinner he went to go get Evan from the piano room. He wrapped his arms around Evan's shoulders and whispered. "Dinner is ready."

He blushed and got down from the piano,and headed to the dinner table.

Sebastion sat down at the table and started eating. "Not bad for a noob."

"Excuse me?" He rolled his eyes. "A noob? You're kidding me right? If you had fresher ingredients I would've made lasagne. Or hell chicken Parmesan with a seasoned sauce. Fresh herbs and everything. Right from the garden, that you don't have." He shrugged and ate the spaghetti.

"I could make a garden if you'd like. Just name the ingredients you need," he suggested.

He shrugged and finished eating quickly,messy as he wiped off his mouth and walked off back to the piano. His get away.

Sebastian took his plate and Evan's plate putting it into the sink. He walked over to the piano room and leaned on the door. "Wanna learn a new song because the one your playing is all I hear."

Suddenly he changed the tune from Beethoven to some jazzy piano,and then changed it again to something happier and up beat. "No." He replied simply.

"Alright, but move over," he sat down with Evan started to figure out the tone he was playing and played along. "Got anything more up your sleeve?"

He gave you an eye raise and began to play Piano Man by Elton John,singing softly. "Been playing since I was 13,got plenty up my sleeves.".

"I've been playing since I was 6," he recognized the son and started to play the bottom tone.

"Hm, then why is it so dusty?" He asks, teasing you a bit. Might as well make the best of the situation. He smiled a bit, and put his head on your shoulder, but only to reach the keys he needed.

"I haven't played in a while okay. I've been busy torturing people," he changed to a soft long that had a soft toon to it. It was from Carol and Tuesday the first song they made. He hummed softly to the music closing his eyes.

He picked up the higher notes, letting the tune turn him into more of a sub, playing along beside you.

He smiled as he heard Evan sing. Evan sang beautifully, to be honest. The harmony was even more beautiful though. "Quite the good singer Evan." Yes, he said Evan's name and not "My pet."

He gave you a look. Confused, still unsure of how to read you. He shrugged and went back to his playing. "Thanks. I did drama for years, learned how to sing there. Though I guess I can't do that any more though…" His face dropped down as he looked at the keys, looking really sad. It was super important to him, had given him confidence. It meant his life to him.

"I'll think about it," Sebastion chuckled. "Jeez, you are persistent," Sebastion shook his head as he ended the song with harmony. "Mind cleaning this for me. Like you said it is dusty," he stood up from the piano, missing the warmth of Evan's head on his shoulder.

He shrugged. "I've got 15 siblings. I've pretty much mastered the art of getting what I want." He smiled. "Where are the dust rags?" He asked, looking around, itching at his dress yet again.

"It's in the basement, there are weapons on the floor so make sure you don't cut your food or anything," Sebation left to the room then walked to his room sitting down on his bed. He opened his computer and started to work.

He nodded and headed downstairs, got out the dust rags, and began to sing songs from Heathers and Be More Chill, Hamilton. Fiddler On The Roof. Oliver Twist. Whatever came to mind, his voice rang out as he sang. It was a heavy deep and rich voice, filled with golden notes as it raised up and up, from years on the stage.