[ A single eyebrow lifts, but that doesn't banish Kojiro's grin. ]
Like I'd let you pay for that.
[ So it's gonna be one of those days. Nights. Both, maybe; languishing the pleasure, indulging the bad, but Kojiro can't find the energy to argue with this brand of honesty. Not when Reki's comfortable enough to ask for this. Reki gets what Reki wants, no questions asked. Maybe this time, Kojiro can even fuck some sense into him. ]
But yeah. All right. I know a place.
[ Not yet, though. Kojiro's still nursing his second drink, and they're going to enjoy each other's company for a little while longer before the orgasm barrage commences.
Fuck, it's just-- What is with him today? Why the hell is this bothering him so much? Did Reki really get under his skin that much? Since when has he been so sensitive about this shit?
Tequila blows. It absolutely obliterates his internal filters. But at least he's still managing to feign indifference, keep his cool. Not make Reki all jumpy. Kojiro wants honesty here, not overthinking, not anxiety or self-deprecation. He's genuinely good with whatever answer he gets, he promises himself -- digs his heels in and insists -- that he will be. He just needs to know, even if he's way too detached and smooth about asking. ]
That all you want out of this? [ And before Reki can be a little shit about it, Kojiro clarifies: ] This entire thing, I mean. Not just today.
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Like I'd let you pay for that.
[ So it's gonna be one of those days. Nights. Both, maybe; languishing the pleasure, indulging the bad, but Kojiro can't find the energy to argue with this brand of honesty. Not when Reki's comfortable enough to ask for this. Reki gets what Reki wants, no questions asked. Maybe this time, Kojiro can even fuck some sense into him. ]
But yeah. All right. I know a place.
[ Not yet, though. Kojiro's still nursing his second drink, and they're going to enjoy each other's company for a little while longer before the orgasm barrage commences.
Fuck, it's just-- What is with him today? Why the hell is this bothering him so much? Did Reki really get under his skin that much? Since when has he been so sensitive about this shit?
Tequila blows. It absolutely obliterates his internal filters. But at least he's still managing to feign indifference, keep his cool. Not make Reki all jumpy. Kojiro wants honesty here, not overthinking, not anxiety or self-deprecation. He's genuinely good with whatever answer he gets, he promises himself -- digs his heels in and insists -- that he will be. He just needs to know, even if he's way too detached and smooth about asking. ]
That all you want out of this? [ And before Reki can be a little shit about it, Kojiro clarifies: ] This entire thing, I mean. Not just today.
Could put it on lock, if you wanted.