Sehun sighed as he walked into the café and sat at the counter ordering a latte and a peice of lemon bread as his eyes flickered around the cafe seeing if anyone he knew was around but looked back after he saw no one.
@Taecyeon-Master Ren just looked down "It's your decision master" he said in a quiet voice and bit his lip when the other moved closer to him. He could feel the other's scent, could feel his warm breath on his skin and the slave bit his lip. If it wasn't for the presence of the other he would not act this calmly. The sudden appearance of his master's son Shakespeare him, forcing old memories to surface. He looked at the other, his eyes showing his insecurity and even slight fear.
Seeing the latter's change of expression, sadness, Taecyeon couldn't help but to rub the cheeks softly, trying to make him smile. He raised an eyebrow when he heard the other telling him that he was able to touch him. "How would you serve me?" he asked, slightly stuck on his words; too eager for his waiting moment. He leans in once again, feeling intoxicated by the scent of the latter. "You smell so good," he whispered. But then he nibbled the lobe of Ren's ear and smirked, "You ."
@Taecyeon-Master Ren looked down feeling under the other's gaze. He looked up with a hint of anger in his face when he heard the other's words "/I/ didn't leave him. He was the one who threw me away" he said bitterly and looked down again "No one owns me. Every master has equal right to touch me but I am in a relationship with master Taejun. " he said and looked up "do you wish for me to serve you today master? " he asked, ignoring three look he knew the guard by the door was giving him. He wasn't as blindly obedient after getting his lover but he still could not allow himself to disobey and he knew that if he won't serve this man right the mansion owner will hear about it. It was the last thing he wanted. Really.
"Sure, you didn't." He his lips before clicking it to the roof of his mouth, checking out the boy before his eyes. Within the span of a few years, the other had obviously blossomed somewhere to his expectation, on second thoughts, much more. Then Taecyeon couldn't help but to notice the collar chained upon the fragile, pale neck- the contrast was beautiful, but Taecyeon could not appreciate it. "So, who owns you now after you left my dad," he asked, completely avoiding the younger male's enquiry. One of his hand cupped the soft cheeks of Ren and the other one ran through the blonde strands of hair.
@Taecyeon-Master Ten's hand reached up to the pendant on his collar like necklace. It was a heart shaped blue gem and Taejun's name was written on it, it Also had a lock so that he couldn't take it off himself "I.. d-didn't master" he said in a bit shaky voice. He remembered how this guy followed him getting him in trouble with his father. Ren took a tiny step back this time and looked at the other "Master Taejun " he whispered, a small smile appearing on his lips. He couldn't not smile while thinking of his lover and master. He looked at the other again "Why are you here master Taecyeon? " he asked carefully. Still not sure how he should act right now.
Taecyeon chuckled, leaning closely to the blonde. “You forgotten me already kitty?” he asked, his voice hoarse. It has been quite a while since he had seen the pretty face, the person he had yearned to touch, but was forbidden to. “But at least you remember my name,” he whispered into the blonde strands of hair. The scent was no different, light scented, but smelt like spring. However, there was something to his dismay it was cologne that he had never smelt on Ren before. The elder male raised an eyebrow at the scent. “Who’s your master, beautiful?”
@Taecyeon-Master Ren was in the cafe, trying to decide with cupcake design would be best. His lover was away for a few days on a business trip and he decided to use this time to figure out something new to surprise the other with. As he was looking around suddenly someone gripped his shoulder and he turned around "Yes..and you..?" He asked looking at the other and then realization hit him. A gasp was heard an he tried to take a step back the others hand not letting him do so "M-master Taecyeon? " he whispered, his eyes wide with surprise and fear and worry. Why was the son of 'this man' as Taejun called him here? Wasn't he in college or something?
It had been a few years since he had seen Ren and he had yearned to see the other again. But fate has not allowed him to meet up with the fellow blonde. Taecyeon raked his hand through his hair, wondering why he was thinking of Ren. However, as he broke from his trance, he realised why. He tilted his head when he saw the familiar washed out blonde, long like how he remembered and the the petite body. It was odd, like puzzle pieces, it clicked. He raised an eyebrow and got up from his seat to grab a hold of that shoulder. With a voice full on uncertainty, he asked, "... Ren? Is that you?"
@Leo-Slave "Are you sure?" Hakyeon asked curiously as he looked at the other. "You're Taekwoon aren't you? Or do you prefer Leo?" he asked curiously as he sipped at his drink. So this was the other slave that his master had chosen, he thought he was very attractive, very feline like. "Thank you for letting me join you, I know you didn't have to but I really hate sitting by myself."
[sorry I'm so slow..just haven't had a lot of creativity lately]
Hakyeon sat at one of the back tables in the cafe and sipped at the small plain cup of coffee he'd gotten, just enjoying the time he'd gotten to himself. As an unowned slave he usually didn't have much time to himself and he was susceptible to the desires of any of the masters in the mansion. Of course N used to know what it was like to be owned but those masters had always disappeared, leaving him alone, unowned and partially broken. All he really wanted was to find a master who wouldn't just up and leave and discard him. When Hakyeon looked up again he saw Leo, one of the other slaves from the mansion and he couldn't help but go over. "Hi Leo..Is it ok if I join you?" he asked cautiously, he was never sure how the other was feeling, he was very good at hiding his emotions. "I really don't mean to disturb you."