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softspokenlandlord) wrote2020-11-18 01:10 am
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g-rated kink itt, cw sexually charged profiteroles, these nerds, i swear
The initial idea for these was, small bite sized dessert, easy to have only a few of in case Ryou's too full of human meat to finish anything else.
The idea now is a much less collected, I'm going to put another one in Ryou's mouth and he's going to like it.
The fact that his heart's going harder and his cheeks are burning is noted and ignored. The heat from the, what, half a glass of wine has gone directly to them, giving the skin a redder flush, hot and alive. It's not embarrassment, or self-consciousness, or awkwardness. He's just really into giving Ryou this food and Ryou accepting it, and isn't questioning where any of this is coming from.]
Mmm. Another?
[As long as Ryou doesn't say no, a third creampuff comes out, pressed to Ryou's mouth. This time, the pressure is firmer -- still not enough to break the shell, but if Ryou's mouth opens, Atem's going to push it inside with a clawed finger. His expression as he watches this happen looks like he's inches from either kissing Ryou, climbing into his lap, or both, and the only reason he hasn't already is because he hasn't decided which one he wants to do.
Normally, Atem's a champion at not making things weird, but not this month.]
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Then again...this is a date right? Not even a public one, just a stay-at-home date with good food, someone he loves...and his favorite treat, which apparently Atem now might have an idea of.
As for what Ryou has an idea of...well. He can hear the racing of Atem's heart, he can see that he's being looked at less-than-innocently...all of it is makes Ryou want to ride this out. And yet, when he's asked if he'd like another, Ryou has the decency to look shy about it. One foot goes over the other, wolfish nails scritching at the side of one long ankle because yes he's aware of what Atem's doing but that doesn't change that Ryou himself is a shy person.
But he doesn't say no, and the creampuff is pressed to his lips. He doesn't hesitate to part them (Atem will one day learn that Ryou will food coma himself unrepentantly), fully expecting to take a bite and instead having the creampuff pushed into his mouth completely. Oh...oh, Atem's watching him.
Ryou averts his gaze, clearly flustered as he chews slowly on the creampuff. This is...hm. He likes it. He...really likes it. His tail agrees, it's not just wagging at this point, it's raised, and his ears are angled forward attentively.
He swallows, perhaps a little louder than he means to...then finally speaks.]
...I have the distinct feeling...that you are not sorry for what you're doing right now.
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...right back to being lascivious at breakfast, watching the dessert disappear with hunger of a different kind in his eyes, a warm glow low in his stomach fanned when he sees, hears, Ryou swallow it.
That's right, he thinks.]
Why should I be?
[The difference is, Ryou's not embarrassed and protesting. So, as long as he's not, Atem leans down, catches Ryou's mouth in a kiss, tasting sugar and cream and a little bit of alcohol.
It's a shame he's from a time without the right slang to make a joke about being a snack.
Those jokes might be a little weird in Ryslig anyway.
The point is, he's going to slip a forked tongue past Ryou's lips without any shame at all, his free hand stroking through Ryou's soft, soft double-coat hair. This is definitely going somewhere, the kiss signals, unless Ryou puts the brakes on it. Very likely somewhere fade-to-black.]
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But...Ryou kisses him back anyway, groaning lowly in his chest as one hand reaches out to tangle in Atem's hair and pull him closer. This is ridiculous, why is Atem like this? Then again...Ryou's pretty sure he wouldn't have it any other way, demon or no demon. He, also, doesn't care to say no.
This is how the date ends. Morning spice.]