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[prozaic]

Afternoon tea is not afternoon tea if it's taken alone.

But since you're adverse to formality: Please come up to my room. Tea and pastries will be provided.

[notscar]

pretty sure it's the time of day that dictates afternoon tea and regardless if it's by yourself or not.

but okay, i'll bite. what are you planning.

[prozaic]

Buttering you up to keep me company. With proper, buttered bribes.

[notscar]

you need company???

sounds like bullshit to me. feels like i'm the one who should be trying to lure you to my room.

[prozaic]

Do you doubt me? When I'm always alone?

[notscar]

loneliness doesn't seem like the worst thing around here.

but i don't doubt you
if having my company means that much

how am i supposed to refuse you

[prozaic]

Like I said, afternoon tea is not afternoon tea without company. However, I would like to keep you for longer.

So you should definitely come.

[notscar]

longer, huh.

[ ... ]

okay. sure. just send me your deets and i'll head up there.

[prozaic]

[Insert Shalem's exact room location here, complete with a pin on the map. A nice rank 10 place for Hearts.]

[notscar]

[ damn. he wishes he could be so lucky... but then again, it's not like his current accommodations are that bad.

anyway, he goes there after putting on clothes: dress shirt, black slacks that leave nothing to the imagination. a thin gold chain around the neck.

and then he knocks once he gets to the door. ]

[prozaic]

[Shalem's hair is loose from its... well, loose tail, when he opens the door. His hair is slightly damp, and the faint scent of lavender wafts about him, like he finished bathing not too long ago. Though, stronger still is the scent of baked bread.

Shalem was not lying when he said that pastries would be involved.]

Hello there. I'm glad you came. [There was... a bit of doubt in his mind, given how Leona reacted.

But hope trumped over that.

He steps aside to let him in.]

[notscar]

[ he's not lacking confidence, but he does show some restraint. after all--- walking into someone's home regardless of where it is or who it is... leona's always on his guard. especially around the resort. ]

Glad I came too. Smells nice.

[ he doesn't go directly past shalem, leaning in to sniff. ]

That your choice? Or did ya just pick somethin' out randomly.

[ the smell of pastries hang in the air but that's not what he's curious about. ]

[prozaic]

There was no picking involved. [He could almost bristle... but he knows this is Leona's first time being served tea and sweets by Shalem.]

Everything was made from scratch.

[And by "everything", he means the plates full of pain au chocolat and mini chicken and spinach quiches on top of the round dining table, next to the electric teapot.]

[notscar]

Mmm. I know it was. 'm talkin' about whatever that floral scent is that you're wearin'.

[ he's been around enough baked foods and cooked goods to know what's been made right on site. after all--- even if he won't admit it, he does have a royal palate. . ]

'cause it's nice. Ya know.

[ he's just. trying to be nice... well, as nice as he can be ]

[prozaic]

Ahaha-- that? It's lavender. My soap has some in it.

[Look, he's more into the shea butter part of it, the lavender was just added by whoever thought the combo was a good idea. He hasn't had some strange reaction while using it so... mission accomplished?]

In any case, tea and pastries are served to butter you up for later.

[notscar]

For later...

[ repeating those words before he hums, leaning to one side. ]

... what're we supposed to do in the meantime?

[ one of his ears twitches. ]

[prozaic]

Drink? Eat? [Tea is best taken hot, but pastries are fine warm or cool, but still... Shalem's tail raises, curling at the end.]

Kiss?

[notscar]

Kiss.

[ he stares. blinks a few times. and then he shrugs. ]

If that's what ya want.

[ and he leans in and forcefully presses his lips against shalem's, intending to push him back into a wall. ]

[prozaic]

[Shalem makes a soft noise in his throat that becomes a little laugh-- Leona's sudden advance caught him off guard, but he's not displeased with that. In fact, it's good and refreshing, having a partner so eager.

Shalem grabs hold of Leona's hips and opens his mouth slightly, flicking his tongue out against the man to ask for entrance.]

[notscar]

[ he heard what shalem wanted and is giving it to him. right? there was no indication of how he should go about it, and he doesn't find it very helpful to... play around too much before going in for one.

there's a time to be bashful (never) and a time to be forward (always).

so when he feels that tongue? he's more than happy to part his lips and greeting that tongue with his own. ]

[prozaic]

[Oh, he appreciates straightforward partners so much. It allows Shalem so much more freedom, and peace of mind, because he doesn't need to worry so much-- Leona will let him know what he wants, what he's all right with, what he'd rather not deal with, without much prompting. Or at all, hopefully.

He smiles as he pulls the man flush against his body using the grip he has on Leona's hips. With this closeness, licking into the man's mouth is easier, less of a strain on his neck even if his nose is smushed right against his cheek.]

[notscar]

[ he's strong. leona knows that for certain as that tongue enters, that he probably couldn't wrestle or joust with it. that his grip is solid and firm and it causes his ears to flick as he lifts his chin a little and tries to give shalem the best angle possible.

and he doesn't waste time with reaching underneath the other's shirt, feeling the other guy up. he wants to know what he's working with.

and he's definitely finding him to be... a handful... ]

[prozaic]

[Oh, that's quite straightforward, isn't it? Shalem has to huff a little laugh when he feels the pawing underneath his clothes.]

You're eager... [He can't help but mumble that against Leona's lips. Then he pulls away, one eyebrow raised and his lips quirked.]

Quite eager, I must say.

[notscar]

Nothin' wrong with that, right?

[ all he's doing is feeling shalem up above the waist. below the belt would definitely being pushing it right away. ]

'sides. It's fun touchin', don't ya agree.

[ fingers trace over firm muscle, trailing downward. ]

[prozaic]

You think so?

[Shalem raises one hand to pat one of Leona's.]

Tell me what you're thinking then. What are your... impressions? [And then he leans in closer, until their noses are almost touching again.] Do you like it?