dumbshow | incredibly indulgent shipping post

Course not. [Paolo shuts eyes, leaning into it with a hand coming to rest at Jindosh's neck. He can't be comfortable, leaning out of his chair for it, but it doesn't seem to deter him any.]

Suppose it's too early to take our drinks elsewhere...? [How many times has he kissed Jindosh since this morning? He doesn't know, but here goes another.]

[Jindosh leans into this next kiss as well, sliding his hand along Paolo's jaw to cup his face since he still shouldn't touch his neck with all the ink there. Elsewhere, is it...?]

I do have a sitting room, which you've already seen. [Home invader. They can go kiss more on his expensive couch. He'll lead the way, standing up and reaching for his drink.] Come with me.

I should get a grand formal tour one day. With one of your guests. [Paolo nearly forgets his trying to take one of Jindosh's hands, and that shirt is just staying on the table.]

Your maids already don't like me, so I hope they don't wander too far. [He'd never hear the end of the name on his back... He probably should have grabbed it, oh well.]

With one of the... [He's about to object, but. Actually.] We'll see. You've already scandalized the staff—and the maids aren't fond of me, but they'll keep to themselves if they like being paid.

[Ideally. They'll whisper, but they probably won't approach voluntarily. Jindosh leads them the long way around anyway, this time, until they reach the sitting room with his own damn picture hung over the fireplace. This is fine, sit down, sit down.]

[The picture is the first thing he noticed, and it isn't hard to tell with how he stops with a doubletake. There's a thousand insults he could burst with, but instead he laughs and spares it another glance. A glance that meant Jindosh might find it missing the next time he walks in here.

But the second thing Paolo noticed: the hookahs. As much as he loves the vape thumb, he's letting it go to drop onto the end of a couch with one. His face should not be as lit up as it is.] And you said you don't relax!

[Leave his picture alone... He'll replace it with one of Paolo if it mysteriously goes missing, don't test him. And ah, the hookahs. He glances at that one as he takes a seat on the same couch, hmm.]

There's something to be said for what just one of those will do for one's creativity. [So maybe sometimes he gets high and draws robots, that's fine, it's still work, technically.]

I am going to have to stick around for your brainstorming, aren't I? [That's enough proof that it isn't tobacco in them... one would think that would make him take a mild drag, but no. He's all in, blowing smoke and taking a long sip right after.]

Get creative with me. [Here, take this, get high and wasted with him.]

[Oh. Are they going to get drunk and high? This seems like an idea absolutely littered with holes. So many things could go wrong, or at least go strange.

But since none of this was ever in any kind of plan Jindosh had, whatever - he will indeed lean over to take a drag. Time to get drunk and high!!] It isn't too sweet for you?

I just have a distinct hatred for your pudding. Pudding don't make anyone feel like this. [When will his hate end?

Paolo takes the opportunity with his leaning to snake an arm around him, leaning to resume where his hand had left off. He plants a kiss at Jindosh's neck, just over where he'd marker him the night before.] You're too sweet for me.

[Jindosh has to slouch some to make this stay comfortable when Paolo puts an arm around him, but this is yet another affectionate gesture he's accepting without questioning it. He's comfortable, and they've really turned the day around into a nice one, so...]

Don't lie, Paolo. [He smirks into his glass on his next sip. God. Is this about being called sweet, or-] That pudding is heavenly.

[Or that. Stop PuddingHate.]

Ah, ah. No, we both agreed that you have terrible taste. [Paolo snickers, setting his glass aside. It hardly had anything in it at this rate, and his hand is better suited in tugging Jindosh's collar down.]

Atrocious, you said. [He hums, pleased to find his mark still there when he leaned in to plant another kiss over it.] You like bad things.

[Ah, there's Paolo, no longer being the blushing fool he's been so many times today. Jindosh shakes his head just slightly, the pudding is excellent, and then after looking at what's left of his drink ignores Paolo momentarily to tip the rest of it down at once.

He blinks a few times to get through that great decision and shifts to slide his arm between Paolo and the couch, around his waist again.] I do. I believe you've already called me a very bad man once today, and that is plenty.

[But speaking of the mark on his neck,] It itches, you know. How will you make it up to me?

[Paolo leans back, too surprised to make fun of his great decision. He'll have to bring short glasses next time, count how many he can drink all at once... Another time.

Right now? He'll kiss up his jaw and brush his lips over Jindosh's.] I can be gentle, quiet... I just don't know if that's something you deserve.

[It's great decisions hour, which is why they're still here and not upstairs. Jindosh makes a face, taken aback? Not really, but he'll look it for the sake of whatever this is.]

And why is that? Here I've let you distract me for hours... [And he's getting a kiss no matter what flirtation game Paolo is playing at, pressing their lips together and squeezing him around the waist at once. Come here, hoodlum.]

You've distracted me for hours. [Paolo says a-matter-of-factly, leaning off the arm of the couch. If he wanted him closer, he'll just have to deal with Paolo's weight pressing into him.

Reasonably, with where he wanted to head, straddling his lap would just resolve this. But he hasn't smoked enough that his ego is shot.] Could be home, but now I'm the one behind... You're terrible, Kirin Jindosh. [Just not terrible enough, seeing as he's fiddling with his cravat again.]

[As if Paolo leaning into him like this is unpleasant, please. He just downed all that alcohol from the Tall Glass, he's uninhibited enough to play along with this. Operation: drunk and high is on hold in favor of inching his fingers down Paolo's spine, tracing a little circle over the skin of his lower back instead of reaching down to squeeze his ass. It was considered.]

You said I have you until morning, as I recall. [His other hand is put to work now sliding up Paolo's side and over his bare chest. It was a great idea to draw on him so he'd take Jindosh's shirt off, for sure.] I want you, Paolo. I would prefer not to suddenly change my mind.

Then I'll be gentle. [The way to make Paolo break: touch his back a little and he's yours. He doesn't melt into his touch like the previous evening, but a pleased sigh does escape.] I don't know about quiet. That's on you.

[He'll have to keep him somewhat presentable should worse come to worst, so he releases his cravat in favor of pressing on his shoulders. Lie back so he can get some.] I'd be pretty mad if you changed your mind with this ink on my back.

[How considerate to his image. Jindosh lies back wherever he's directed, although that has the regrettable consequence of pulling his hands away from touching Paolo so easily. The staff are, as usual, an acceptable loss if any of them should come by at the wrong moment now, and so Jindosh watches Paolo with interest to see just how much he intends to desecrate this sitting room. Maybe he'll have visitors wait here a few times as his own private joke.

But anyway.] Then think of it as something like a signed agreement guaranteeing that I still do want you. [hot, right??] I am feeling rather agreeable.

I think I'll have you feeling most agreeable soon. [Paolo has him leaned back on the opposing couch arm, for once thankful for his smaller stature. It gave him the chance to lean over Jindosh, pressing a leg between his thighs and...

...reach back to take take a drag from the hookah. He has priorities, while Jindosh still has terrible taste.] Or this will. Either way. [This is the last time, he promises, his mouth will be occupied with other things. Like kissing him while his hand slips between them to undo the fastenings of his pants.]

[Is the new plan to get high while Paolo gets him off? That's... that's a little bit Duke Luca Abele's Parties of them, but since there aren't about twenty people in the room, Jindosh will allow it. He's already pliant from the speedy drinking, reaching blindly for Paolo to pass him the hookah mid-kiss. Give him the questionable decisions.]

My dear Paolo, [can he say that? he said it.] You talk too much.

[That almost shut him up. Almost. He blinks, quietly passing the hook and putting both hands to work of pulling Jindosh's pants and underwear down at once.

Except he is still a smug prick, so it was like, two minutes at most before he started again. He bunched his clothes at his knees and ran his hands back up his thighs, resting one at his hip as his fingers curl around him.] I'll talk less with your cock in my mouth. That sound better to you?

[Maybe Jindosh will ignore him for two minutes and smoke instead, how about that?? Or he'll do a very good impression of ignoring him, save for how he looks at him expectantly a minute in. What is this time wasting nonsense...?

Still, he shivers when Paolo slides up his thighs, trying to keep his breath even with another drag of smoke. Of course Paolo has to be crude-] How very eager. That sounds like your finest idea yet.

It does, doesn't it? Gotta say, thought about it while you were working today. Wondered if you could keep your train of thought when I'm under your desk...

[True to his word, Paolo is gentle. He brushes his fingers over the mark he left at his side, then takes the base of him in hand with slow strokes to follow.] Went out and bought oil and everything.

I... [Oh. Well now he's thinking about it. That's inappropriate, Paolo.] I think you would find I am very focused.

[Or more accurately: he gets up and walks around too much for copious under-the-desk fooling around. But now that he's thinking about it, he reaches over to get his fingers into Paolo's hair and shiver again at the touch of his hand. Liquor, smoke, Paolo—all very nice things, but hold on—] You went out in my clothes, and everything. Are the seeds of scandal already planted?

We'll see. [Does he plan on trying it anyway? He probably does. He's pretty confident in himself, for better or worse.

For now he'll lean into his hand as his own picked up a more steady pace. His free one beckons, towards the hookah, as if it were his turn to smoke during all this.] I suppose we'll just have to find out, won't we? I don't think it's hard to piece together.

[He says as if he doesn't know, but there's a smugness in the look on his face.] Thy must know I come to see you every evening. What're you going to do about that?

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