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"Embarrassed, yeah... If people knew I were actually here... and drunk." Aryin said as he started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt methodically; he slowly peeled the thin layer of fabric off of his body, revealing a broad chest, that tapered down to a thin, lean waist which boasted a perfectly worked-out six pack.  The muscles on his arms were bulging slightly, but not that big - although you likely wouldn't be able to wrap a single hand around them; on his right upper arm there was a highly detailed tattoo of Jesus on The Cross with Rosary beads wrapping around Jesus' legs and dangling from his feet - Sure sign of Aryin's Catholic upbringing - it also a common tattoo that a lot of higher-up members of the Ancelotti Family have on their arms.

Aryin hung up the shirt he had been wearing on the back of his old childhood desk chair and turned back to where Larry was - only to see the younger man now sprawled out on his large bed; that in itself was a dream and only made his erection that much more noticeable, practically trying to escape the confines of Aryin's jean through the zipper.

"Maybe one day, you can see the Prince's true mansion... but, for now you get the Villa in the hills." Aryin said as he stepped closer to where Larry was on his bed, standing between the younger man's spread kneecaps that were dangling over the edge of the bed.  Aryin was definitely looking his fill now, drinking in the sight of the drunken Foot Soldier.

Aryin had sobered considerably now, being in his childhood bedroom, he was still greatly feeling the effects of the alcohol, but his arousal was much more prominent and it showed, not only in his tightened jeans, but in his dilated green eyes and the way he was constantly licking his lips - as if he were a dog, hungry for a big juicy steak; and that steak just so happened to be Larry, lying on the bed, as he was.

Aryin grasped onto Larry's belt ends and tugged the younger man close to him, right against his chest - which was warm and hard with muscle - "However you want this to work, Larry... We will take it as slow as you want, or as fast as you want." Aryin whispered, slowly trailing his fingers up Larry's chest, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt as he went along "You're the boss, tonight."