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]

[ 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.

[the_tailor]

[Lance scowls, though it's not really a scowl because his mouth is filled with noodles. He swallows and wipes his mouth.]

The instructions were wrong! And the couch came out perfect.

[marmorite]

[ around his own noodles: ] It squeaks.

[ but that may or may not have had anything to do with their, ah. celebration on the couch immediately after. >_>; ]

[the_tailor]

I think anything would've squeaked during what we did on it after.

[Lance sticks his tongue out at him before going right back to his food. It isn't long before he's done with it, and he goes to toss the dish in the sink. He'll take care of it tomorrow.

That done, he leans against the kitchen counter, thoughtful as he looks at Keith.]

How about this. I'll prove it to you. For the rest of the night? You get me to be completely obedient to you.

[marmorite]

[ keith's busy chowing down on the last of the rangoons when lance makes that proposal, so one of his cheeks is comically full when he glances up.

he swallows so rough it can be heard in the small room. ]

You'll listen to whatever I say?

[ he sounds... dubious. ]

[the_tailor]

Whatever you say. ...to an extent. I'm not mooing for you either.

[Lance crosses his arms. There need to be SOME lines, thank you very much.]

[marmorite]

[ he laughs suddenly, leaning back against the couch. ]

Putting limits defeats the purpose!

[ he grins, arching a brow. ]

I bet you sound real sexy when you moo.

[the_tailor]

[He huffs, throwing a dishtowel at him.]

Jeez, I try to be all sexy and get you excited at the idea of getting to order me around and you cling onto the cow thing!

[marmorite]

[ another laugh, but this one gets swallowed up by that dishtowel to his face.

it falls to his chest and lap uselessly. ]

You don't need to try to be sexy or get me excited.

[the_tailor]

I know! But I thought... I don't know...

[He mumbles, kicking lightly at a cabinet.]

That it might be fun.

[marmorite]

[ . . . ]




Come here.

[the_tailor]

[Now that puts a smile on his face. Lance nods, sauntering right over to Keith and standing in front of him.]

[marmorite]

Kneel down.

[the_tailor]

[That's done as well. He looks up at Keith, trying to keep the smile on his face oh so innocent, even if that in itself is difficult.]

[marmorite]

[ smh, you're a terrible actor, lance. this is why keith's going to win.

i mean. either way... win/win.

but he'll be leaning in now, sitting up on his seat so he can be eye-level with lance. one hand comes up, gently trailing the curve of his jaw as keith hovers in close, nearly lip to lip... ]




Wash your dishes.