[Calling over the waiter to bring over two chocolate cupcakes! They look very cute with chocolate icing - they even have little hearts made of chocolate nestled on top.]
[sometimes, when you really don't eat anything unless you count ink, which tastes horrible, your first real exposure to things that taste good is eye-opening]
[Steinbeck laughs at at that - well, he has a point.]
Let's get something to go, then. We can take it back to the apartment, and then when you're in the mood, you can eat it again. That way you won't overwhelm yourself.
[He winks, moving up and out of his chair before moving and ordering an assortment of things to go, tied up in a nice pretty little box which he hands to Atsushi as he wanders back over.]
Let's go. [They're still kind of bloody and beaten up and probably getting a couple of strange looks right now, but Steinbeck? He doesn't care.] My place, I'm guessing?
[He will go in first to make sure that the coast is clear - because, yeah, now he has a roommate in the form of one (1) tired squid, but it looks like the man is out for now. That's fine with him.]
Come on in. [He'll close the door behind Atsushi, before moving to take off his coat.] Make yourself at home.
[Steinbeck waits patiently before he comes back, and then languidly, like a cat stretching after a long day, he stretches out his arms - only to have them settle around the other's shoulders.]
[Yeah, that. Makes him blush, suddenly, like...he was absolutely prepared to go down on Atsushi anyways but the confession that Atsushi was thinking of his vines in THAT WAY is like. Wow.]
Well. [He coughs.] I can...certainly make that a reality.
He shouldn't be embarrassed. C'mon, this is me we're talking about.
[And yet he's the one blushing? He steps back towards where he deposited his coat, rummaging through the pockets to pull out his knife and bag of grapeseeds. He smiles over at the other man.]
I think I'd like to hear what those thoughts were. The ones he had in private.
[Inner won't call him on that blushing... right now. Maybe later.]
He had a vine in his hand, but he wanted to know what it would feel like in his mouth. He thought about how many vines you could control at once, if you could fuck him with one at the same time as that.
[What's a sense of embarrassment?]
He'd like to be tied up, completely overwhelmed and at your mercy.
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Excellent. Do they have chocolate ones?
[He knows he likes chocolate!]
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[Calling over the waiter to bring over two chocolate cupcakes! They look very cute with chocolate icing - they even have little hearts made of chocolate nestled on top.]
Dig in.
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Delicious!
[At least Inner will admit to a positive feeling? Like, not even 'it's not bad' or some tsundere bullshit.]
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Now I know what to get you to sweeten you up, haha.
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Even I can enjoy things.
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Does that mean you're enjoying yourself right now?
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[A genuine smile, though it soon disappears off his face-]
If I have all the chocolate I want, I'll give him a stomacheache later.
[Which is absolutely unacceptable.]
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Let's get something to go, then. We can take it back to the apartment, and then when you're in the mood, you can eat it again. That way you won't overwhelm yourself.
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[Exactly as suggestive as that sounds.]
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[He winks, moving up and out of his chair before moving and ordering an assortment of things to go, tied up in a nice pretty little box which he hands to Atsushi as he wanders back over.]
Let's go. [They're still kind of bloody and beaten up and probably getting a couple of strange looks right now, but Steinbeck? He doesn't care.] My place, I'm guessing?
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Inner accepts the box. He will guard it with his life.]
Your place.
[faaaast forward?]
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[He will go in first to make sure that the coast is clear - because, yeah, now he has a roommate in the form of one (1) tired squid, but it looks like the man is out for now. That's fine with him.]
Come on in. [He'll close the door behind Atsushi, before moving to take off his coat.] Make yourself at home.
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Inner pulls off his coat, then kicks off his shoes. He has never put shoes away neatly in his life.]
Let me put this in the fridge first.
[Then they can do Other Things. But first, desserts must be preserved.]
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[And...a beat.]
Make sure not to leave it there. The guy who lives with me would eat it all in a few seconds if you do.
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[Lovecraft gets +1 respect points.
But okay, Inner will go pop the food in the fridge for now, and then return to John.]
Where were we?
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[Steinbeck waits patiently before he comes back, and then languidly, like a cat stretching after a long day, he stretches out his arms - only to have them settle around the other's shoulders.]
[His smile is very self-satisfied.]
So...up for anything in particular?
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He considers the question for a moment, and finally settles on:]
How sensitive are those vines?
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[He's slightly surprised, but definitely not offended - he cracks a grin.]
Pretty sensitive. Why, want me to break them out for you?
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[He leans in to whisper in Steinbeck's ear, conspiratorially:]
He was thinking about trying something with them, before.
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[Wait.]
[He just. Stares for a moment.]
He was thinking of that when we were out in the fields? Really?
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Not in detail then. Just a passing curiosity.
He thought about it more in private.
[With all the implications of in private.]
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[Yeah, that. Makes him blush, suddenly, like...he was absolutely prepared to go down on Atsushi anyways but the confession that Atsushi was thinking of his vines in THAT WAY is like. Wow.]
Well. [He coughs.] I can...certainly make that a reality.
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[So Inner spilling the beans on the fantasy is Helping. Outer can be mad at Inner for it later.]
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[And yet he's the one blushing? He steps back towards where he deposited his coat, rummaging through the pockets to pull out his knife and bag of grapeseeds. He smiles over at the other man.]
I think I'd like to hear what those thoughts were. The ones he had in private.
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He had a vine in his hand, but he wanted to know what it would feel like in his mouth. He thought about how many vines you could control at once, if you could fuck him with one at the same time as that.
[What's a sense of embarrassment?]
He'd like to be tied up, completely overwhelmed and at your mercy.
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