Tybalt glanced at Mercutio at the costume party.
'How the fuck does Mercutio look attractive in that damn costume?' Tybalt wondered.
He watched as Mercutio danced; his hips swaying in a flirtatious way. Tybalt started to turn red. He listened to the way Mercutio sang; it was like Mercutio had the voice of an angel. And Tybalt loved it. He wanted to take Mercutio into his bedroom and do him like there was no tomorrow. He glanced left and right.
No family members of his, time to make his move. He snuck over to Mercutio, trying not to be caught by his cousin, or even worse, Lady Capulet.
"Psst... Mercutio," He whispered, trying to get Mercutio's attention. That didn't work, so he tried a little louder.
"Hey, Mercutio," Still nothing. He got frustrated a bit.
Mercutio glanced at him with a tiny smirk, then looked back at the audience. Mercutio knew that Tybalt was turned on by his costume. He would tease him more, but he really wanted to get out of the costume.
"Thank you all for listening tonight!" Mercutio thanked, making sure his tone made it sound like he was ending the show, which he was.
As Mercutio went out of sight of the audience, Tybalt grabbed Mercutio by the wrist and pulled him farther away.
"Where are you taking me, O' prince of cats?" Mercutio cooed.
Tybalt glared at Mercutio and tugged him up the stairs. "Somewhere. Your ass is going to be sore in the morning," he murmured to him.
"Oh, is that so?" Mercutio taunted, willing to take him up on that offer.
After a few moments of rushing to the bedroom, Tybalt swung the door open to his bedroom and threw Mercutio onto the bed after kissing him on the lips. He shut the door behind him and locked it. Tybalt then went onto the bed and straddled Mercutio's hips, kissing him again. Tybalt kept staring down at Mercutio's top. It was infuriating to see it was still on him.
"Oh, is the prince of cats so interested in my breasts? Or is he infuriated with the top that guards it?" Mercutio taunted, again. He bucked his hips up and he could feel Tybalt's boner. Tybalt groaned.
"Oh, quite the latter," Tybalt says as he kisses Mercutio again, roughly. He pressed his tongue against Mercutio's teeth, which he had opened up. Tybalt slipped his tongue inside of Mercutio's mouth. He snaked a hand down to Mercutio's top, and slipped it under to feel Mercutio's nipple. Mercutio moaned at the touch.
Tybalt detached himself from Mercutio because he needed air. He moved down to Mercutio's collarbone and bit above there, drawing blood and licking and sucking it. Mercutio quivered at the touch, but moaned. He bucked his hips up again.
"Getting anxious, are we?" Tybalt teased.
"Shut the fuck up and get on with it," Mercutio glared.
"Hey, you're the one who fucking started this whole mess, with what you're wearing!" Tybalt growled.
"So, you admit you like it!" Mercutio exclaimed.
"I swear to god, I will leave you in this bedroom, and take care of myself in the bathroom if you don't shut the fuck up, Mercutio," Tybalt, embarrassed, claimed.
Mercutio grabbed Tybalt by the wrist. "You do, and I'll cut off your dick. You should know that I've wanted this, too."
"Really? Or were you just-" he paused, angrily.
"Just what? Was I trying to embarrass you? No. Was I trying to get you to have a boner and be embarrassed in front of everyone? Even in front of Lady Capulet? Or even your cous-"
"Please don't fucking mention Lady Capulet or my cousin when we're about to fuck. It ruins the mood."
"Well, then what were you about to say? That I was just going to seduce you and leave?"
"Never mind that, Mercutio," Tybalt insisted, "just get on with it. I'm impatient."
[I'll finish this another day.]
