𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑺. 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑼𝑺. ♡

Eyes widening slightly, looking up at the other man. Probably the biggest he's seen, but, then again . . . hasn't seen much. Still probably too much for somebody like him. “ C-Caleb, wait . . . ”

. . . Whatever. Go ahead. He's already told him he can do as he pleases, just this once. “ . . . I know that. ” Doesn't rip those up though, huh? Moving his gaze down curiously, he's got a . . . fit body. That's what he'll say on the matter. —

He is. It's just a tiny tad time consuming . perhaps a nuisance. He'd rather have someone else take care of it for him. Groaning as he lays flat on the table's surface, eyes examining whatever they can of Caleb's figure. “ Mmh . . . I trust you. ”

Gasping as he looks behind himself, spotting what . . . used to be his trousers. Look, he knows he brought this upon himself, but, really . . . ? Ugh. Is that how he interprets it? Alright then . . . —

. . . Yeah. That he can agree on. Hopefully whatever mess they make doesn't take long to clean up. Seven is a bit . . . excessive, doesn't he think? Guess that's the result of a large amount of free time. Suppose it speaks for his abilities, on a positive note. —

. . . Sure? Although he doubts the people pursuing him are doing so in the same way Caleb is, he doesn't mind him playing bodyguard if it means taking care of that as well. Soft panting, breaths caressing the other's skin. “ . . . That's cause I've never done this before. ”

Tch. He wants him to spend his money that bad? Fine, he can do as he pleases with his clothes as well. He's got nothing to speak up for. He takes back what he said earlier. He is annoying. Quite. —

. . . Guess so. He'll give that to him, just this time. It's— perhaps a bit of both. He can't honestly say that the little perk it's got didn't alter his opinion on it, else he'd be a liar. —

Shady business, remember? Wouldn't want Caleb getting hurt simply because he's involved with him. Hiding? Nothing. He's got nothing to hide. Moaning softly, leaning forward and against his body as he hides his face in the crook of his neck. “ . . S-Shut up. Don't call me that. ”

Well, he already made it unusable, so . . . might as well, no? Isn't that what dates are for, seeing your partner pleased? “ . . . What? ” Raising an eyebrow. He knows he told him he could do anything, but . . . really? Oh, no, it's not his own safety he's worried about. —

. . . Can't argue against that. Seems he fell right into his trap, hm? Unfortunate . . . Wouldn't have known if he didn't say anything. Explains the arm, though. He'd say it fits him. A compliment, of course. —

safety thing. Though, he'll consider it. Better not start getting any ideas, though, he's still deciding on it. Low moans forced out of him, just enough to get a reaction. Bouncing softly against his fingers . . . “ What did you call— Mmnh . . . fuck, Caleb . . . ”

He'd say it's a fair one. It's a pricey shirt, after all, and as he said . . . he's not making use of it. “ I won't. Never do, really. ” Oh, he's quite aware. Definitely come across a few in his line of work. Scared . . . ? What's he got to be scared of? It's more of a . . . —

. . . He didn't plan it? So his first thought after seeing him was to touch up on him? What a way to dispose of a rival. Hm. He'd be right on that, unfortunately. Giving up isn't something he tends to do, ever, really. Not something he'd complain about. —

a shady man, however, a liar he is not. Sounds like a plan, then. He'll make sure to . . . note down his address for him. Groaning softly, back arched slightly as he looks over his shoulder. “ I wouldn't . . . mind that. Are you gonna ruin my pants, too? ”

close they are now. Hm? Sounds like something worth exploring . . . later on. Maybe. Is he not? Ruin his shirt, and he gets to go on a shopping spree with his card in return. Pretty adequate, wouldn't he say? “ Hmph . . . sure. Let's go with that, then. ” He might be a bit of —

Well, yes, but . . . his original plan was to just sit there and wait. Take a nap, maybe, not . . . this. He doesn't mind the change in activities, though. It was starting to get on his nerves, his attitude towards him, he means. Seems like something of the past with how . . . —

of his tongue. Sure, that'd be . . . desirable. He wouldn't mind seeing him, is what he means. Groaning softly, squinting back at him. “ No, I mean, I do get compliments, just . . . pretty isn't usually what I get. ” Hm. Perhaps he's not as annoying as he thought.

himself if he so pleases . . . he'd just rather have Caleb do it, considering he ruined his shirt in the first place. It's more of him making it up. “ . . . I'm not going to comment on the matter, you can make your own conclusions if you want. ” Rolling his eyes with a click —

. . . He meant more so if they found him sitting on the couch, not specifically on top of him. Hasn't he made that clear already? Yes. It feels like he's being pursued by him. Pride is needed if you want respect. He just . . . doesn't have much to add. Hmph. He can spoil —