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[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

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[judgementor]

[It's sort of cute, he realises when he sees how eager Steak is to just get on with it. Red Wine almost has a moment of guilt in letting him make a fool of himself, and resolves to be a little kinder to him... at least for this particular tryst.]

Give me your hand. [He says, and when he has it clasped in his own he brings Steak's fingertips up against the sensitive tip of one pointed ear. His breath stutters briefly.]

Start here.

[battlebound]

( Expectations were, perhaps, that Red Wine would just shrug off his clothes and they'd be back to business, and it shows in the brief flicker of surprise which crosses Steak's face as his fingertips brush against the tip of that ear.

... Oh.

Well. Logic dictates that if Red Wine likes that simple touch, then more is better, right? If he leans in, brushes his mouth against the earlobe, and lightly — just lightly, for once — follows the curve up to where the very tip is, he may draw something like those noises he was getting from Red Wine back when that heat overwhelmed him. Those noises which have visited him all too often at night since that day, leaving him hard and aching in bed.

And tempted enough to read stupid, pulpy fantasies about the man he's currently, slowly, pressing back into the bed. )