Louis Catorze had an absolute blast on Thursday night. Not only does he enjoy the company of gentlemen, but he actually seems FEED on it, in the same way that, erm, a demonic entity is made more powerful if you fear it. He spent much of the evening sitting on the back of the sofa listening to the conversation, only leaving once or twice to attempt to escape out at The Front. And, when that failed, he went back to the boys.
And it seems that the boy-love is continuing because, when I took a cup of tea to Cat Daddy in the morning, I walked into this:
Cat Daddy, with his eyes fixed on his boy and without even looking at me: “Just leave the tea and go.”
I ignored him and sat on the bed anyway. Catorze glared at me, mwahhed perniciously and then left the room.
This is the harsh reality of Boys’ Club, Mesdames et Messieurs. Or, rather, just Mesdames.
Messieurs, as you were.
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