[ it's a good distraction, for the moment. sunni doesn't answer right away, nudging in closer to chase after the taste of seong's drink with a bit of tongue. if he hadn't thought about it too much, it would have been enough to make him forget seong had been a little weird just a few minutes ago. that they're talking about places to visit when he really wants to get up and leave this bar. or, at the very least, christen the bathroom by getting down on his knees for seong.
all he does is hum against his mouth instead, his fingers teasing along his chest and down the center of his abdomen. ]
Anywhere but here. [ and now, he's thinking about exactly what he wants as he nips at seong's lower lip. ] You can take me there tomorrow. Show me all the places you like. Even the ones you don't. I'll make sure you've changed your mind about them before we come home.
[ with another light trail of his fingers against the curve of sunni's shoulder, seong pulls back into his own space, tongue tracing the feeling of teeth for a beat. there are boundaries that should be clear — not fair weather lines in the sand, but harsh grooves dug between them. too bad he's three and a half drinks deep in cheap vodka and sunni's proximity.
if nothing else makes him stupid as shit, it's the latter. that's a problem. seong isn't interested in fixing it, though. making it worse seems to be the only thing worth chasing after. ]
I've got a place in Tokyo. [ if sunni doesn't mind a little dust, but he's sure he does. the only fingerprints left in that apartment above the club are the ones he left the last time he was in japan. ] You're gonna have to really work at changing my mind about the places I don't like. You really think you're up for it?
[ sunni lets him go and only breaks contact enough to order another drink. he should stay sober, but there's nothing wrong with some clumsy pawing on their way out of this shitty club. that seong even continues on down this path interests him, and he wonders what kind of gritty things he'd show him if they left for japan tomorrow. it's not a long flight; he'd checked when seong had gone the first time. simply out of curiosity.
he settles in close again and watches him, thinks about climbing into his lap and grinding down on him. ]
I think I can handle myself. [ his smile is almost sweet. ] I want to see your little part of paradise. Maybe it'll tell me some things about you I don't already know.
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all he does is hum against his mouth instead, his fingers teasing along his chest and down the center of his abdomen. ]
Anywhere but here. [ and now, he's thinking about exactly what he wants as he nips at seong's lower lip. ] You can take me there tomorrow. Show me all the places you like. Even the ones you don't. I'll make sure you've changed your mind about them before we come home.
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if nothing else makes him stupid as shit, it's the latter. that's a problem. seong isn't interested in fixing it, though. making it worse seems to be the only thing worth chasing after. ]
I've got a place in Tokyo. [ if sunni doesn't mind a little dust, but he's sure he does. the only fingerprints left in that apartment above the club are the ones he left the last time he was in japan. ] You're gonna have to really work at changing my mind about the places I don't like. You really think you're up for it?
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he settles in close again and watches him, thinks about climbing into his lap and grinding down on him. ]
I think I can handle myself. [ his smile is almost sweet. ] I want to see your little part of paradise. Maybe it'll tell me some things about you I don't already know.