[ this is the problem with letting men date each other, by the way; they are first in line to consider "the worst kind of shits" appropriate breakfast conversation. fortunately for the sake of this thread retaining like, a single iota of class, sebastian loses interest in any such repartee while zetes muses, mostly because look, he is only human, and furthermore a human very fond of that tongue.
mostly.
the rest of what occupies him is that in quiet like this, when it's just them, sebastian knows zetes well enough to pick up even the smallest emotional nuances like notes in the complexity of really good wine, so while of course doing something dramatically sardonic with his sardonically dramatic eyebrows, he kisses the pads of sugar-coated fingers before actually, you know, sucking them between his lips up to the first knuckle. you see, zetes: he's not going anywhere! allow him to demonstrate with more suggestivity, as well as a level of doe-eyed softness absolutely no one else would believe sebastian actually possesses.
another little fingerprint kiss, for good measure, then sebastian considers giving zetes his hand back and decides against it, knotting their fingers together instead and resting them loosely on his own thigh, since zetes seems so interested in them. ( them being sebastian's thighs, naturally; being interested in them is only sensible. ) ]
What's "if at all possible"? What if they shortchange me at Yankee Candle, is that a stabbing offense?
[ the odds that sebastian has ever been in a yankee candle shop are zero. ]
You're delicious, by the way. [ which is to say nothing about the donut holes, ha ha. they were also delicious, but sebastian has priorities, and they are thoroughly banishing from zetes' chest even the tiniest ache. ]
Edited (wow i don't know what the hell happened to that last sentence??????) 2017-11-20 01:40 (UTC)
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mostly.
the rest of what occupies him is that in quiet like this, when it's just them, sebastian knows zetes well enough to pick up even the smallest emotional nuances like notes in the complexity of really good wine, so while of course doing something dramatically sardonic with his sardonically dramatic eyebrows, he kisses the pads of sugar-coated fingers before actually, you know, sucking them between his lips up to the first knuckle. you see, zetes: he's not going anywhere! allow him to demonstrate with more suggestivity, as well as a level of doe-eyed softness absolutely no one else would believe sebastian actually possesses.
another little fingerprint kiss, for good measure, then sebastian considers giving zetes his hand back and decides against it, knotting their fingers together instead and resting them loosely on his own thigh, since zetes seems so interested in them. ( them being sebastian's thighs, naturally; being interested in them is only sensible. ) ]
What's "if at all possible"? What if they shortchange me at Yankee Candle, is that a stabbing offense?
[ the odds that sebastian has ever been in a yankee candle shop are zero. ]
You're delicious, by the way. [ which is to say nothing about the donut holes, ha ha. they were also delicious, but sebastian has priorities, and they are thoroughly banishing from zetes' chest even the tiniest ache. ]