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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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[ Wow, nobody told Frankie he could crank it up to 11. He wasn't expecting any more proximity than what he had initiated, so he's taken aback when Frankie leans his face even closer. Forehead to forehead. It's embarrassing enough to make his heartbeat race, and he gulps, but otherwise stays composed.

Then, at Frankie's question, there's a huff in annoyance. Of course nobody's going to just roll over and do his bidding without some kind of reward for it. As much as he wants the money all for himself, certain sacrifices have to be made. ]

We split them. 70-30. [ 70% going to him, of course. ]

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Hmm. [ He trails off in a singsong voice. Now that he's regained control, Frankenstein is perfectly content to roll with the punches. One doesn't survive for as long as he has and stay bashful. Now, he leans forward so that their lips actually brush for a few seconds, not at all minding the extreme distance he has to lower himself. ]

Not good enough. 50 for each of us, and I will help you earn more. [ By idk, jointly hitting on people together I guess?? ] My portion will go towards improving that apartment. [ Because right now, in his eyes, it's a dump. ]

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[ He definitely didn't expect to have a kiss stolen. Chuuya barely registers it until after it happens, and when he does, he can feel his face colouring red. When he started this, he was really only expecting the both of them to go as far as stray caresses and fingers in hair. Just a bit of a show for their benefactor, but nothing too serious. This might be the first kiss he's received in a long time. Frankie seems to be the type who takes things the extra ... mile.

His surprise over the soft kiss doesn't subtract from his dissatisfaction over the fact that he now has to share. ] Ugh. Fine. I pitched this, so I should be getting more -- I'm only agreeing 'cause I live there too.

[ Okay. What now? He guides Frankie's hands ... onto himself. After that kiss, he's feeling a bit more bashful. ]

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[ Kissing him was completely unnecessary. Frankenstein knows that. But this is-- well, it's his way of enacting petty revenge for coming up to him like this out of nowhere. And, unfortunately, at times he can be a little sadistic even in matters outside of battle. So, the blush on the other's face is satisfying, if only because it shakes Chuuya's composure.

He shows his emotions quite honestly, doesn't he? It's cute. ]

I see. How very generous of you. I'm glad we are able to come to an agreement. [ Out of the corner of his eye, he spots him: the man who propositioned Chuuya. He looks remarkably undesirable, but that much is to be expected from someone who would ask this of someone else.

He leans forward as he runs his hand lightly over Chuuya's chest, burying the tip of his nose near his hair. ]

You will clean the apartment with us next time, also. [ Yeah bitchie where were you when he and Yusuke hauled ass?! you aren't escaping next time...

And yeah, he definitely says this in a lowered, husky voice. Sexy chores order......... :harold: ]

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[ 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?? ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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'?

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]