Mason
Mason was finding it hard to hold back. Fuck, but Haru was simply divine to look at. Stunning. In fact, he had found it hard to hold back since he had walked into the garden around the side of the manor an hour earlier and saw Haru in that kimono with the long blond wig and wearing makeup, standing there posing and smiling that serene, beautiful smile of his. He had looked like an exotic maiden in the fairy garden in a painting, and Mason had felt his blood run hot with desire.
He had feigned tiredness, to put it bluntly, and had excused himself from the group when they were about to start with the snorkeling session. Then he had taken a taxi and came here, as planned with the aid of Isaac, standing there in the distance, watching Haru, his heart swelling with delight every time the boy laughed. He’d wait until the photo shoot was done, and then he’d pounced.
And pounce he did.