Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

[the_tailor]

((ooc: continuation of this!))


[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[marmorite]

[ wow, he was planning on sharing okay! ]

Yeah? What's some pad siu going for these days?

[the_tailor]

[He reaches out to trace his finger over Keith's lips.]

You'll just have to decide yourself.

[marmorite]

[ his lips reflexively dip into a frown, but in the next second he's giving that finger a soft bite. ]

I hope you won't be too tired, then.

[the_tailor]

I always have energy for you, cutie.

[He leans down, replacing his finger with his lips again.]

I'll be back soon as I can.

[marmorite]

[ keith closes his eyes and nods into the kiss. it sucks, having to say good-bye knowing that lance will be spending the next couple of hours touching and being touched by somebody else... but this is the reality of their situation. keith can't tell him to stop anymore than he can suddenly win the lottery and solve both their financial problems. ]

See ya.

[the_tailor]

[God, how he wishes he could quit this job. Make it so Keith is the only one able to have him. But right now, it's the only thing that gives him enough money to send home, and some issues with paperwork (despite that he's a legal citizen now!) makes it so he can't actually get a job on the books yet.

Stupid...everything.



It's three on the dot that Lance arrives back at Keith's apartment, a take-out bag in hand. He's in desperate need of a shower and a little sore, but glad to be back.]

Hot guy and hot food delivery~!

[marmorite]

[ true to keith's word, he had been wide awake when lance returns. which is not to say any of his neighbors would be, so he's quick to open the door and SHUSH the other. ]

You forget not everyone's a night owl like you?

[ pls don't get him kicked out of his apartment building, it's like the only one he can afford. but he takes lance in anyway, sniffing at the bag appreciatively. ]

How was work?

[ feel free to spare him the details... he'll take the bag from lance's arms and gives the man a smooch on his cheek. ]

[the_tailor]

[Oh, yeah. Pssh. Shut up with your logic, Keith.

He smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek back.]

The usual. Some weirdo wanted me to wear a cowbell. But I put a hard no on mooing. I have my dignity, thank you very much.

[marmorite]

[ keith pauses, the take out bag landing on his kitchen counter with a dull thud. ]

A cowbell.

[ his eyes drop down to lance's neck, as if trying to imagine it. ]

[the_tailor]

Yeah. It was...a little strange.

[Though he's been asked for stranger. Lance shrugs, taking out some plates and utensils for them to eat on.]

[marmorite]

[ keith has already stuffed a crab rangoon into his mouth, idly chewing on the half that fit. ]

When I think of an animal that would be sexy enough to ask my partner to dress as... a cow is not anywhere on the list.

[the_tailor]

[He does the same. Except he fits the whole thing in his mouth easily. Lance does have the manners to chew and swallow before answering, though.]

In a job like this, you learn that people can be a...lot more unique in their tastes than they let on. Sometimes it's fun. Sometimes it's just creepy and a whole "nope, HARD no" kind of thing.

[marmorite]

[ there's a dirty joke in there, somewhere..... ]

What's been fun?

[ subtly handing lance his plate... pls make his plate for him.... :> ]

[the_tailor]

[Keith. ...Seriously, Keith. How do you even manage to live without Lance in your apartment half the time these days. Sometimes more than half. He rolls his eyes, but there's a smile on Lance's face as he goes through the containers and starts putting a plate together for Keith.

At least he likes being domestic like that.]

Well, if we're talking animals, I definitely don't mind playing a catboy. Did you know that they make buttplugs with tails attached?

[marmorite]

[ look he's had nearly all of his life to do stuff on his own, okay! having someone around to do stuff with (or do stuff for him) is a nice change... huffhuff.

but wait hold up back up there— ]

Does it move like a real tail?

[ HE'S INTRIGUED. surprisingly not for the sexy aspects of it, though that's also a nice thought. ]

[the_tailor]

Not the one I have, unfortunately. I mean, there are some fancier ones, even motorized ones that do a little more and move around. The one I have has a wire inside so you can shape it however you want, at least.

[He gives Keith a wink. Hey, if Keith ever wanted a catboy Lance, he wouldn't say no. But for now, he piles up food on his own plate.]

[marmorite]

[ keith takes up his plate with a thoughtful frown, and waits until lance has finished his before moving over to the IKEA couch to sit on because he doesn't even have a dining table, jfc. ]

I can see you as a good catboy. You've got that whole... Chesire thing going on.

[the_tailor]

[He does the same, sitting down and starting to pick at his food. God. He and Keith need to go dumpster diving sometime and find a small dining table to fit in the apartment.]

Y'know what, I can totally see that. That's how I act sometimes when I have to put on the ears and the tail. Or the cute, obedient kitty.

[marmorite]

[ what's wrong with using your laps, lance?? this is how their ancestors ate! ]

You? Obedient? [ he snorts. ]

[the_tailor]

[Excuse me, they are not cavemen!]

What? I could be if I forced myself to!

[marmorite]

[ aren't they tho ]

If you were paid enough to, you mean.

[the_tailor]

[Nuh uh. Lance is a very classy man, okay. ......sort of. ...in some ways.]

Well, uh. Okay, you got me there. But I could do that too if I really, really liked the person.

[marmorite]

[ u telling me he wouldn't enjoy keith pulling on his hair? 😏 ]

I'll believe it when I see it.

[the_tailor]

[That's...not the point here!!!]

What, you really don't believe I can act completely obedient without being paid to?

[marmorite]

Lance, you didn't even like to follow the instructions when we set up this couch.