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[serve]

Who: Frankenstein (serve) & others
What: Event starters + monthly catchall
When: September
Where: Flona Cove, likely other places
Warning(s): Violence in at least one thread, sex in another. Looks away.


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[vacuum]

[ Maybe he made a grave mistake. When he initiated this, he was expecting to be in control. It's a little hard to when Frankie seemed to apt at making him fluster. As annoying as it is to have to fight to keep his composure, he will admit that the other man is very ... charming. It pisses him off how susceptible he is to it, how the closeness of Frankie's body has his heart beating quicker.

But he is accomplishing the task, so they can expect some money when all this is over. Rather than stand there stewing in his own nervousness, Chuuya reciprocates, wrapping his hands around Frankie's back. It would be easier to touch him if they were more level in height, he wouldn't have to reach so far up to get to the guy's face, but such is his life.

It's tender, the face pressed into his hair. They may be pretending, but he won't deny how pleasant it feels. When Frankie opens his mouth, he's expecting some sort of flirtatious remark, and what he gets --

the heckie ????? ] What the hell?! You really wanna bring that up now? [ How is this appropriate?? ]

[serve]

[ It's been a long time since Frankenstein has partaken in this very human experience. It's not that he's lacking in interest in such matters-- he's still a human, everything else aside, after all... he simply never gives them much thought.

But it's fascinating, the way Chuuya's face so easily reddens and grows ever more bashful with each passing second. It means his technique to persuade him to do certain things is working.

Or rather, that's what he thinks, until Chuuya speaks again. It's not working well enough, apparently. He looks to their side and catches the shady man's eye. The man is still and unmoving, clearly still unsatisfied. He crooks his neck further downward, resting his lips against the side of neck and leaving a trail of light kisses there. ]

Those are my terms. It's up to you whether you earn a punishment or a reward. Which will it be? [ He murmurs, fully intending to do whatever it takes to get Chuuya to cooperate. ]

[vacuum]

[ 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'?

[serve]

[ It’s hard to feel flustered about much of anything when you’ve dedicated your life to understanding the human body and its limits. There are strange things that still fluster him, somehow, but in a situation like this, where he’s able to maintain the upper hand, that isn’t a problem. ]

A delicious… [ He hums. He wraps his arms further around Chuuya’s waist, letting his hands travel along the other’s back for the purpose of a better show. ]

Meal, free of charge. [ And then, in a voice low enough so that surely only Chuuya can hear: ]

Is this enough? We should collect the money if so.

[vacuum]

[ He had wanted to be the one in control, but it feels impossible. Not when he's pressed flush up against Frankie's chest, hands pinned between their bodies, and feeling a little giddy from the touch and warmth. Frankie can probably feel the way Chuuya's smaller frame tenses against him as his back is felt up, and just how flushed his skin is getting. He closes his eyes as that voice tickles his ear, small vibrations making him quiver. ]

Y-Yeah, it should be enough. [ Naturally, they can't stay like this forever. It was supposed to be all an act, after all. He feels slightly frazzled from all the overwhelming contact but he does try to remind himself of that fact, nudging himself out of Frankie's arms.

Their benefactor eventually moves over and forks out the cash. He probably did catch on that it was all an act, but he was so entertained by it that he gives the money away anyway, handing it to Frankie.

As the both of them make negotiations, Chuuya stands at the corner, a little distracted. His fingers graze over his own lips as he remembers that sweet kiss. ]