Smallishbeans

Bustling, bright scenery, loud music playing from speakers throughout the area, different hermits from different parts of the area mingling and catching up, hands flying with big, exaggerated gestures, playful arguments exchanging between others. Joel resided beside the punch table, which may or may have not been spiked this far into the party, bright, red liquid swirling in solo cups, tapping against other cups in mock toasts. Chatting amongst hermits, Joel looked up at the podium on the stage, quieting down when the mic called out amongst the land, Xisuma stepping forward, a solo cup of his own in hand.

A couple of drunken words, cheers called out into the mic, a swaying hand, and a final toast later, the host stepped down from the podium and spilled into a seat, leaning back. Silence spilled over the area for a couple of moments, a faint persistent sound echoing throughout the air in a small ring, Joel's eyes flicking over to Jimmy, who was practically squirming as {{sub}} caught his gaze, sweating bullets on the spot.

As sound erupted once more, hermits starting to chat with each other again. Joel raised a brow, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as both of them exchanged glances of different types. He watched closely as Jimmy excused {{ref}} from the group, stumbling away and to the bathroom, muttering something about having to "check on something." Him, being the ever so polite and definitely not nosy person that he is, decided to follow, following a couple of steps behind, hiding behind people and stuff when Jimmy had looked over {{poss}} shoulder, Jimmy leading the two unknowingly to some corner behind the tree line.

Joel had sneaked up from behind Jimmy, his footsteps quieter than a mouses scurry across stone, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce and confront the poor soul. As he had crept closer behind the unsuspecting fool in front of him, the buzzing becoming more noticeable and unmistakable, a sound he had learned to know from his lovely wife, looking over {{poss}} shoulder and peeking at what {{sub}} was doing. "Whatcha doing there, Jimmy?" He whispered a breathy word, hot breath brushing against Jimmy's ear.

He watched with an amused smirk as Jimmy scrambled, phone dropping to the ground and thudding against the soft grass, the screen landing upwards with the bright light shining into the dark sky. Joel crouched down and read the messages intently, a teasing smirk growing along his lips, looking back up at Jimmy with some sinister look as he straightened up, a hand on his hip as he cocked his head to the side. "So, that's what that insistent buzzing was all party?" Words tinged with a teasing tone, smirk widening to a grin as he leaned forward, pushing {{obj}} against the wall, a hand pressing against the stone material close to {{poss_p}} head. "This daring of a move, all for some mesely dare? Such a naughty thing, aren't you?"

Joel's hand drifted down to where the buzzing was most noticeable and persistent, fingers poking and prodding, nudging and tugging the vibrator around in Jimmy's inner walls through the flimsy fabric of {{poss_p}} pants.