Justin would imagine that the Louvre has a good amount of security cameras placed throughout every part of the building. He wasn't sure any amount of money could get them to turn them off for a few hours' private visit from two billionaires, because people at museums always came across as the type to defend their business to the death. A plethora or priceless works of art were in it, works that had almost been destroyed before, perhaps multiple times, and they did their best to keep them restored properly and available to the public who might like to see them. He could just imagine Vermeer's The Astronomer across the way from them as Tony took him up against a wall, Justin's legs wrapped around him like a vice that refused to give up its grip. The Mona Lisa would have something else to smile about that day.
It wasn't gentlemanly or proper, it was something they might not be able to do at all, but the idea was something he'd definitely be thinking about later. He'd visit their website whenever they got back to society, see if there was a virtual tour he could take...
Even though thoughts of art museums had come to mind, his gaze was transfixed on Tony's hand working over his cock. It was different from that little home video he'd gotten in so much as he could tell the way he went about it was to get himself off as quickly as possible. If that was what he wanted, Justin didn't mind at all, and the grip in his hair eased up so he could scratching over his scalp gently, his breathing slow and deep.
He wasn't going to make Tony do all the work; he angled himself just so and Justin pushed his hips so that his groin would take every bit of Tony's spunk it possibly could. His hand stayed in his hair only a moment longer, and then he took a hold of himself to feel the slickness over his skin and let the back of his hand catch what little was left, intent on licking off every bit that graced his hand when he heard Tony's breathing get back under control. Give him a moment to get it together before he let him catch sight of Justin licking his hand like it was covered in the sweetest sugar he'd ever come across.
"That's it," he murmured, parroting Tony's words from what? Almost two weeks before they'd come to Kentucky? "Just like that."
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It wasn't gentlemanly or proper, it was something they might not be able to do at all, but the idea was something he'd definitely be thinking about later. He'd visit their website whenever they got back to society, see if there was a virtual tour he could take...
Even though thoughts of art museums had come to mind, his gaze was transfixed on Tony's hand working over his cock. It was different from that little home video he'd gotten in so much as he could tell the way he went about it was to get himself off as quickly as possible. If that was what he wanted, Justin didn't mind at all, and the grip in his hair eased up so he could scratching over his scalp gently, his breathing slow and deep.
He wasn't going to make Tony do all the work; he angled himself just so and Justin pushed his hips so that his groin would take every bit of Tony's spunk it possibly could. His hand stayed in his hair only a moment longer, and then he took a hold of himself to feel the slickness over his skin and let the back of his hand catch what little was left, intent on licking off every bit that graced his hand when he heard Tony's breathing get back under control. Give him a moment to get it together before he let him catch sight of Justin licking his hand like it was covered in the sweetest sugar he'd ever come across.
"That's it," he murmured, parroting Tony's words from what? Almost two weeks before they'd come to Kentucky? "Just like that."