Hey, there, mister milkman! (Private, between Seven and myself)

[Tritium]

"Ahhh, that HIT THE SPOT!" Madarame handed the bottle back over to James, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "Oh, I'm such a clutz" He cried out "Now I seem to have gotten my uniform dirty. Would you mind it if I used your bathroom to clean it up?"

[Seven]

James blushed a bit, looking at him strangely.
Madarame wasn´t acting this....energic regulary..
He nodded slowly..
"of course...its upstairs to the right"
He said, remembering that he had
put all of his toys at the bed, in an attempt to kill a spider in there
this morning..

[Tritium]

"Oh, is it? Well, thank you, I'm sure I'll manage to find it." Madarame giggled, exiting the kitchen, and heading up the stairs, making sure to shake that lovely behind of his in a most seductive manner.

[Seven]

James looked at him,
couldn´t help but stare at that healthy
butt.
He sighed and leaned against the counter,
just waiting impatiently for Madarame to notice
the toys in his room..

[Tritium]

Madarame reached the top of the stairs, and started looking around for the bathroom, when he passed by James's dormitory. Noticing the door was slightly opened, he decided to investigate for a bit. But he soon came to realize he wasn't the least prepared to see what he saw in the young man's room...
His bed was full of toys. But not your ordinary children's toys... The man's cheeks turned bright red, as he carefully approached that mountain of sexual depravation. There were all sorts of things on that bed. Fluff covered handcuffs, blindfolds, butt plugs, and many other items he never even knew existed. The vibrators looked more like power tools to him. One might wonder how James hadn't chipped his teeth, using one of those. Not to mention the dildos...
He slowly backed away, looking to see if James had followed him, but he was nowhere in sight, so he went to the bathroom, and washed his sleeve.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, very soon, my young friend" he chuckled looking at his reflection in the mirror.

[Seven]

James hadn´t even noticed
the strange change of the direction of
Madarame´s steps at the upper floor.
He had collected the empty bottles of milk at the
casket near the door..
Himself had grabbed a half empty bottle..he wanted to joke
the milkman a bit..just a snitch..he could be drinking milk dirty too..

[Tritium]

(Freakin' frackin' spam!!!!)

After finishing his business in the bathroom, Madarame went downstairs again, only to see James putting out another round of empty bottles.

[Seven]

( *rage * )

James peeked up at him.
"you found it?"
He asked kindly and zipped a bit
at the bottle..Making sure to suck plently at the tip of it..
"people often have some trouble finding the bathroom..its because the door
is always hidden in my own trash.." He laughed. Handing Madarame the empty bottles..

[Tritium]

The milkman didn't get the punch line of the joke, but he took the bottles, ignoring yet another one of James's brilliant performances. "This guy's gotta be the neighborhood man whore" Madarame thought, while sizing him up. He most certainly had the body and the great looks a man whore needed. And those slut toys from his bedroom sure didn't make him look like an angel to Madarame. Playing with all those dirty objects, inserting those jackhammers, who knows how deep into his hole. Probably so deep, he'd roll his eyes over and cum in fountains, screaming like a madman...

[Seven]

"so i guess i´ll see you tomorow sir?"
James said and leaned against the doorframe..
He had heard people talking about him recently..
laughing at his desperate attempts to get to Madarame..
but he couldn´t just sit back like that dude was just some regular male.
Madarame had that little strife of magic, that could make lonely young men - exacly like
James himself - would get to their knees and beg to get loved to oblivion. . .