Following up - Marcus Jaint Private Scenes - Storyteller & Marcus Jaint

Looking playfully disappointed "Awww, you don't like your cuddle time?" he asks teasingly before sitting back into his chair, rubbing his chin with thumb and forefinger "Hmmm. Well, let's narrow it down. Is it a big breed or a small breed. That will help some." He maintains eye contact with Tom the entire way, a warm smile touching his lips as he regards the man.

He snaps his fingers suddenly "A Beagle. You were a snoopy fan as a kid, doing the peanuts dance, and as you got older, your love for Snoopy and his Red Baron routine caused you to go out and get a beagle pup to love and cuddle and teach how to sleep atop a doghouse on it's back." he says, eyes dancing mischeviously. "It's -far- more fun to come up with scenarios..."

He grins, taking the phone and slipping it into his pocket "Shall we?" he asks, rising from the table. Maybe I can guess on the way back. I usually walk to my place from here, but if you'd rather take your car, we can drive on back" He offered Tom a warm, friendly smile

"Such a gentleman" he says playfully, making for the door. Counterpoint to Tom, Marcus opens the door for him, gesturing with a flourish to the waiting street before falling in beside him. It was a fast walk, just up the street but Marcus keeps a steady, personable stream of dialogue with Tom, asking about his family, his work, his roommate and even the mysterious 'Isis". Once there, he opens the door for Tom and ushers him inside, taking a quick, visual sweep of the surrounding area before heading inside.

The apartment was quaint, little more then a single room with an adjoining bathroom, nearly as large as the main room. A queen sized bed rests in the corner with heavy, thick drapes over the single window. Opposite the bed, is a reading nook with a fairly well stocked bookshelf. Next to that, on a stand is an ornate Cello on it's stand. Finally, the intricate chess set sits, minus the three pieces next to two plush, high backed chairs. Marcus smiles at Tom "Welcome to Casa De Marcus." he says jokingly.

Marcus smiles and nods "I do actually. Not as well as I play the Violin, but I know a few songs. Like to hear one?" He asks, already moving towards the instrument. He sits down, placing the cello between his thighs and smiles invitingly, motioning Tom over.

Marcus breaths in and out slowly, watching as Tom sits nearby before placing the bow to the strings. He is thoughtful for a moment, mentally choosing his piece, then started playing. His eyes close as he dives into the music.

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The song draws to a close, and Marcus takes a deep breath opening them to look at Tom with a gentle smile on his lips. "That was for you Tom." he says softly, eyes never leaving the handsome doctor. He offers the bow to Tom, fingertips caressing the instrument like a lover "Would you like to play a song with me?" he asks quietly, offering the man an inviting smile.

Marcus stands from the chair and moves to the bed, taking the Cello with him. And sits further on the edge then he should if he was playing by himself and spreads his legs, patting the mattress and motioning for time Tom to sit. "Come over and I'll help you play your first song then Tom"

He watches intently as Tom moves across the room, setting down in the empty spot between his thighs and smiles, scooting closer to the man. His chest presses against Tom's back as he holds the bow out, offering it to the handsome doctor, and as he takes it, Marcus overlays his hand over his companions. With his other hand, Marcus runs his hand down Tom's forearm before interlocking his fingers with the immaculet digits, before lifting it gently to the strings. He speaks quietly in Tom's ear, his voice a silken baritone "The cello is about emotion Tom. It's about pouring yourself into the song, allowing people to experience the beauty of your soul, to taste it's purity." His words were intimate, a shared moment between the two of them and Marcus places the bow to string, beginning to guide Tom's hand smoothly. The song is as sensual as it is beautiful, and Marcus closes his eye, letting his chin drop to the mans shoulder. He takes it slow, allowing his companion to experience the power and depth of the instrument first hand.

That beauty and sensuality spoke to Marcus, but it was the sadness that beckoned him most and at the conclusion of the song, he sets the bow aside on the bed, taking Tom's hand with it and presses a gentle kiss into the side of the young mans neck. His now free hand moves to wrap around Tom's stomach, once again drawing the doctors hand with it and he breaths in the smell of his cologne, and beneath that, the scent of his skin. Slow and sensual, Marcus lets his lips move over the throbbing vein, feeling the man's pulse quicken with the brush of his kiss. He has yet to bring his fangs into place, choosing to keep this first moment pure and completely Tom's choice.