several string instruments which were beautiful.
Angel leaned closer to him. He tried not to react to the hot chills going through his body from the effect of Angel's mouth right next to his ear as he whispered, "Josh would love those instruments."
Darius smiled at him. "We should bring him some." He bet the kid could learn to play them within a few days too.
Nodding, Angel leaned back. "These performances were originally contests to see which town would be spared from sending men to the king's army. So they were playing for their lives, literally."
Darius waited, thinking Angel was going to say more but the music started. He could have sworn he felt the sweep of tongue lick inside his ear, but he must have been mistaken. Darius caught himself sighing, again. Not because he was disappointed that Angel moved away from his ear. It wasn't like he was interested in feeling Angel's breath tickling his ear and neck. He wrote off the ache in his lower belly as excitement...of the musical kind. His cock...he was just going to ignore because there was no acceptable explanation for its behavior.
A minute after the music started nearly a hundred bare-chested men came walking down the aisle making a repeated sound with their mouths.
Several times they circled around the Temple interior before they stopped.
With a single word from the leader they sat down on the ground as one unit.
These males were of all ages, the youngest about eight-years-old, and some of the older ones, at least eighty. Their voices worked a simple pattern of sounds into an intricate melody. Soon the performers entered and were singing and dancing the story of the Ramayana. It was mesmerizing.
He tried to focus on the performance but Darius couldn't resist stealing a glance over at Angel, who was totally into it. His lead singer looked younger and more vulnerable without his face painted. Somehow he seemed more approachable. He was less of the rock god and more man.
Though still the most gorgeous male he had laid eyes on.
Angel must have seen his stare out of the corner of his eye because he turned towards him with a big smile. Then he faced the performance again.
Angel's hand found his and squeezed it for a brief second, emphasizing his happiness. Dare swallowed hard when he realized how very happy he was to be sharing this experience with the man beside him.
He kept his head facing towards the performance but his eyes kept looking at Angel. It was ridiculous. He usually attributed his not being able to stop staring at Angel to his fabulous use of makeup, his interaction with people, or his awesome stage presence. But in this case, Angel was bare faced, just sitting there, and Dare's eyes still refused to find another vision to focus on. There were beautiful dancers and talented musicians but he found it was a struggle to watch the show.
If he could have focused he knew he would have appreciated the show. The women were lovely and built precisely how they should be. Each should have drawn him in as they were his exact type, but they didn't. The costumes were beautiful with elaborate headpieces. He was amazed they were able to dance with them perched on their heads. Men swayed in a hypnotic fashion providing captivating music to the story danced out in the middle of them.
Angel turned. Darius was pretty sure he caught him staring once again, but he wasn't positive. Angel leaned in slowly. Darius' breath hitched as he thought Angel was going to kiss him. But instead he whispered in his ear again. Breath tickled his inner ear.
Oh fuck! When did his ears and neck become so sensitive? As his lips moved they grazed the lobe. Dare's cock went inappropriately hard. He tried to stop his body's reaction, and hear what the hell Angel was saying.
The dark haired man grinned knowingly at him before leaning in to repeat himself. "I said, what do you think?" Angel pulled back to look at him. His lips were so close to
Angel leaned closer to him. He tried not to react to the hot chills going through his body from the effect of Angel's mouth right next to his ear as he whispered, "Josh would love those instruments."
Darius smiled at him. "We should bring him some." He bet the kid could learn to play them within a few days too.
Nodding, Angel leaned back. "These performances were originally contests to see which town would be spared from sending men to the king's army. So they were playing for their lives, literally."
Darius waited, thinking Angel was going to say more but the music started. He could have sworn he felt the sweep of tongue lick inside his ear, but he must have been mistaken. Darius caught himself sighing, again. Not because he was disappointed that Angel moved away from his ear. It wasn't like he was interested in feeling Angel's breath tickling his ear and neck. He wrote off the ache in his lower belly as excitement...of the musical kind. His cock...he was just going to ignore because there was no acceptable explanation for its behavior.
A minute after the music started nearly a hundred bare-chested men came walking down the aisle making a repeated sound with their mouths.
Several times they circled around the Temple interior before they stopped.
With a single word from the leader they sat down on the ground as one unit.
These males were of all ages, the youngest about eight-years-old, and some of the older ones, at least eighty. Their voices worked a simple pattern of sounds into an intricate melody. Soon the performers entered and were singing and dancing the story of the Ramayana. It was mesmerizing.
He tried to focus on the performance but Darius couldn't resist stealing a glance over at Angel, who was totally into it. His lead singer looked younger and more vulnerable without his face painted. Somehow he seemed more approachable. He was less of the rock god and more man.
Though still the most gorgeous male he had laid eyes on.
Angel must have seen his stare out of the corner of his eye because he turned towards him with a big smile. Then he faced the performance again.
Angel's hand found his and squeezed it for a brief second, emphasizing his happiness. Dare swallowed hard when he realized how very happy he was to be sharing this experience with the man beside him.
He kept his head facing towards the performance but his eyes kept looking at Angel. It was ridiculous. He usually attributed his not being able to stop staring at Angel to his fabulous use of makeup, his interaction with people, or his awesome stage presence. But in this case, Angel was bare faced, just sitting there, and Dare's eyes still refused to find another vision to focus on. There were beautiful dancers and talented musicians but he found it was a struggle to watch the show.
If he could have focused he knew he would have appreciated the show. The women were lovely and built precisely how they should be. Each should have drawn him in as they were his exact type, but they didn't. The costumes were beautiful with elaborate headpieces. He was amazed they were able to dance with them perched on their heads. Men swayed in a hypnotic fashion providing captivating music to the story danced out in the middle of them.
Angel turned. Darius was pretty sure he caught him staring once again, but he wasn't positive. Angel leaned in slowly. Darius' breath hitched as he thought Angel was going to kiss him. But instead he whispered in his ear again. Breath tickled his inner ear.
Oh fuck! When did his ears and neck become so sensitive? As his lips moved they grazed the lobe. Dare's cock went inappropriately hard. He tried to stop his body's reaction, and hear what the hell Angel was saying.
The dark haired man grinned knowingly at him before leaning in to repeat himself. "I said, what do you think?" Angel pulled back to look at him. His lips were so close to
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