[ There's a soft whimper that he lets out, as he clutches onto Frankie's sleeves. He can feel his body tensing, becoming warmer, and it's like his nerves are set alight with how hyperaware he is about their positions. Lips fall against his neck, ghosting past the sensitive skin and over his choker necklace, and the warmth is inviting him to think about things he really shouldn't be thinking about. ]

Can't believe we're actually talking about this ... [ Who talks about chores while kissing someone else?! It's made especially made worse because he's actively trying to keep his fluster at bay, while Frankie seems so composed it's like he does this every single day.

Chuuya cranes his neck a little higher to give the taller man more access, hands wrapping slowly around him as he backs a step up into the bar counter. From their benefactor's point of view, it must look like he has some impeccable charm, to be able to get a stranger's lips on him in no more than ten minutes. Frankie's overblown approach actually works in their favour. Of course, what that shady man watching them doesn't know is that they've actually been talking about chores this whole time. ]

Fine. I'll clean the stupid room so you'll stop bitching -- but what do you mean 'a reward'?