[Audience or no, Chuuya has just enough booze in him not to give a shit about being lewd in public anymore, yet not quite drunk enough to be sloppy about it. He lets out an amused huff as Mephisto eats the cherry out of his hand (normally this time), and despite the promise of more free drinks, Chuuya finds himself just tipsy enough to go along with whatever Mephisto has planned.]
Like hell I’m fucking shy.
[And he’ll prove it by turning and straddling Mephisto until they’re face to face before sliding his hands over his chest. He can’t say he doesn’t like the way those suits fit on the guy, even if some of them have questionable designs. Chuuya is a bit of a fashion snob, after all.
Chuuya leans in close, breath ghosting hot over Mephisto’s ear.]
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Like hell I’m fucking shy.
[And he’ll prove it by turning and straddling Mephisto until they’re face to face before sliding his hands over his chest. He can’t say he doesn’t like the way those suits fit on the guy, even if some of them have questionable designs. Chuuya is a bit of a fashion snob, after all.
Chuuya leans in close, breath ghosting hot over Mephisto’s ear.]
Then do it.