[Gen being mouthy... As true as these things may be to Gen who refuses to look at them, D is under the impression he's being gassed up. It wouldn't be the first time someone was entranced by his looks, though... maybe being told he smells nice is new.
The voice trying to woo him sounds different, but the inflection is familiar... The way the lips curve up just enough to flash some teeth... Familiar.
D is patient enough to wait until he's pulled out of the wider area, and casual enough in his walk he doesn't give anything away. His dark eyes shoot a quick survey around them to make sure no one is nearby...
And then he twists the other man's arm to get the man to face him. He raises his own arm and steps hastily and suddenly into the other man, bulldozing him against the wall into an alcove with a force more firm and controlled than aggressive. He pins the man with his forearm. Leans in, skimming his lips along the jaw back toward the ear, then down over the neck. He'll find out if his assumption is right, if this really is Gen. If he can get Gen's heart to leap and feel that leap in the middle of his own chest rather than hearing it in his ears.
The way Gen had felt under him in Bloody Marie's, too interested in the feelings of being bitten by a monster. He says,] Gen, [in a low, solid voice, and maybe Gen's body will respond to the call. If it isn't Gen, then maybe the guy will be insulted enough to leave him be.]
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The voice trying to woo him sounds different, but the inflection is familiar... The way the lips curve up just enough to flash some teeth... Familiar.
D is patient enough to wait until he's pulled out of the wider area, and casual enough in his walk he doesn't give anything away. His dark eyes shoot a quick survey around them to make sure no one is nearby...
And then he twists the other man's arm to get the man to face him. He raises his own arm and steps hastily and suddenly into the other man, bulldozing him against the wall into an alcove with a force more firm and controlled than aggressive. He pins the man with his forearm. Leans in, skimming his lips along the jaw back toward the ear, then down over the neck. He'll find out if his assumption is right, if this really is Gen. If he can get Gen's heart to leap and feel that leap in the middle of his own chest rather than hearing it in his ears.
The way Gen had felt under him in Bloody Marie's, too interested in the feelings of being bitten by a monster. He says,] Gen, [in a low, solid voice, and maybe Gen's body will respond to the call. If it isn't Gen, then maybe the guy will be insulted enough to leave him be.]