The stomach being the way to the heart is not exclusive to men. So now, it's time to share some food with that crush, lover, significant other of yours. Mmm! And more than that, you're going to feed them! Whether it's all in fun, flirting, because they're injured and need assistance, or some other reason, you're determined to see them get a square meal.
In contrast, you could be the one getting fed. Open up and, no matter what, be glad someone cares!
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they're being fed or doing the feeding.
- Tag others.
- RNG that shiz.
- Cuteness ensues.
PROMPTS
- Fun: Whether it's teasing, flirting, or just plain fun, you want to feed them.
- Try!: This is the best thing you've ever had! They have to take a bite.
- Made it For You: You're not just feeding them, you made the food for them.
- Stealing Your Food: Technically, you're not feeding them, they're just scarfing from your plate. They're lucky you love them so much.
- Indirect Kiss: This is a big deal if you're not actually dating yet. Their lips touched where yours did...ohmigosh you're going to diiiie.
- Make Them Eat: They don't eat enough. That's going to change when you get ahold of them.
- Can't Do it Themselves: One of you is so battered and bruised that the other has to help out come mealtime.
- Your Favorite: Even if it's not to your taste, you've got what they like the most.
- Kind: You're just a sweetie who enjoys sharing sweeties.
- Fancy: You're in a fancy restaurant and splitting an expensive plate.
- Packed Lunch: It's lunchtime, so you'll share what you have.
- Just So Cute: They look so adorable when they're eating something they love.
- Intimate: "Intimacy" doesn't have any sexual terms here, mostly. Instead, eating together is another way to bond.
- Sexy: How about eating off of each other, or something equally naughty? A human plate is all the same.
- Innuendo: Some foods you can't avoid eating in a manner that looks a little...suggestive.
- Lick: You're not eating. You're cleaning up their face with your lips and tongue.
- WILDCARD
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bakerstreet2018-06-26 01:22 pm
Bucky Barnes | MCU | Open
Peter Parker || MCU || ota
Elektra Natchios | Netflix Marvel
Dr Otto Octavius 🐙 The Superior Spider-Man 🕷️ M/F
𝐑𝐊𝟖𝟎𝟎 — '𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑' ( Detroit: Become Human )
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Which prompt were you thinking? They'd all be pretty great with these two. )
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If we want established fraternization, 13 will probably wiggle its way in too.
16 would be fucking funny though too, with mr. oral fixation sent by cyberlife. ]
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I don't know what you mean. Our boy is just analyzing evidence by putting everything he sees into his mouth.
It's a detective thing.
And something established also sounds good. Accidentally/on-purpose intimate, sign me the heck up. )
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Would you like to start or shall I? ]
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If Connor learned anything from his newfound autonomy, anything at all, it was that breaking and entering couldn’t be considered breaking and entering if the window was unlocked.
At least not in Hank’s case.
He’d meant to ask for a key at some point; he really had.
But, by now, the peak in the window may as well have been an invitation with the number of times Connor had let himself into the Anderson home through the same side-window he’d used the first night he'd forced his way in. Having been replaced since then, Connor made something of a habit out of showing up to Hank’s home if the lieutenant was running late for a shift, or if he was in danger of missing a meeting, or if Connor was looking to debrief materials before a meeting or, more overtly, if he simply wanted check on Hank after having some suspicion of a rough night. And since Hank hadn’t filed for a restraining order yet, it must have meant this new pattern of showing up unannounced was somehow okay.
This afternoon in particular, Connor peaked into the home to make sure Sumo wasn’t resting beneath the window before he made his entry, tossing paper bags of groceries through the open window before tactfully climbing in after them. Sumo, as it turned out, was resting at the opposite end of the room, possibly sleeping before Connor’s hushed racket. Unfazed by the android’s uncanny yet unalarming arrival, Sumo’s eyes lazily tracked Connor’s movements as he set to taking the groceries to the kitchen before he closed them once more, finding solace in the sounds of another being.
Working on different cases with different teams meant different schedules for the both of them. It meant keep track of two separate schedules—Hank’s and his own—rather than one shared schedule like before. Even if Hank insisted he didn’t need an android alarm clock to get him out of bed each time he hit the snooze one too many times, Connor enjoyed his role in keeping Hank on track far more than he liked seeing Hank get scolded for late arrivals. Hank had fifteen minutes left in this afternoon's meeting, closer to thirty since Fowler was the one heading the session. Conversations between those two never stayed civil for long, and Connor made sure to calculate in enough for the two of them to argue, enough time for Fowler to threaten taking Anderson off the case, and enough time for the two of them to reach some sort of stand-off agreement. By the time Hank arrived home, the food should be somewhere between 65% and 75% complete, if everything went as planned. And, according to his preconstruction, everything would go as planned.
Even if Connor had never cooked before, since he never had a reason to, the Food Network videos he’d downloaded and analyzed days prior made the task look simple enough. General kitchen safety concerns didn’t quite apply to him, and he was certain the act of cooking would start to come naturally to him once the he began getting a feel for it, so much so that he might even be able to background the task as if running on an auto-pilot mechanism. An organization for greener living proposed chicken cacciatore has a meal both high in fiber and and excellent for promoting a hearty immune system. With 407 calories, 13 grams of fat, and only 109 mg of cholesterol per serving, chicken cacciatore was a far healthier alternative to what Chicken Feed had to offer.
After rinsing off the carrots, tomatoes, and onions, and celery, he preconstructed the best path to avoid unnecessary damage due to careless knife work and began chopping.
connor pls
But they also could hardly go one briefing without being at each other's throats, usually for a good ten to fifteen minutes that only occasionally resulted in another disciplinary write up. It let them both vent some steam, get their shit out of their system, and not take it out on the rest of the station.
He headed home right after the meeting, noticing that the desk across from his was already empty.
The motion sensitive light outside his garage clicked on, and Hank climbed the stairs to his front door. He heard the clack clack clack of Sumo getting up to greet him, and when he opened the door he pet Sumo and then stood aside to let the St. Bernard go out in the yard to do his business.]
What in the hell--
[He clicked on the living room light and wandered through to the kitchen, leaving the door open behind him for Sumo. He jumped half out of his skin when he saw Connor, leaning against the half-wall to the living room with one hand over his chest.]
Jesus Christ. [He took off his coat and threw it over a living room chair.] When the fuck did I give you a key?
he just wants hank to eat some VEGGIES
And while aprons were generally meant to serve as barrier to prevent food from ruining good clothing, Connor's near immaculate abilities in the kitchen already ensured his attire would remain spotless. He was able to see each speck of tomato sauce flying before it left the bowl, see the glass of wine wobble before it toppled over. Preconstructions made kitchen work—and any other work, for that matter—far less messy.
He'd predicted Hank's possible responses to his presence in his home as well, an array of potential spanning from a joyous response to an angry one. The highest odds stacked in favor of a bewildered, which happened to be just how things played out. Connor could have said something to alert the Hank to his presence upon his arrival, but Hank was already distracted with taking care of Sumo, and it would have been rude to take away from an owner's quality time with his pet.
He thought back on his choice only after Hank clutched a hand to his heart. )
I'm noticing that you're experiencing a bout of tachyarrhythmia; your BPM is working well above your normal rate. I did not mean to scare you, Lieutenant.
( Connor only stopped looking concerned once Hank proved he wasn't in the throws of cardiac arrest. )
You haven't, Lieutenant. Not yet, at least. It may be something worth looking into.
( He set whatever was cooking above the stovetop to simmer so he wouldn't have to worry about leaving it unattended for long while he diced basil leaves on the adjacent countertop. )
Your dinner will be ready shortly. I tripled the ingredients listed in the recipe; twelve servings should be enough to last several packed lunches for the remainder of the week.
I was unsure as to any allergies you may have, so I contacted your physician.
You're due for a check-up.
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You- what? Jesus Christ, now I'm gonna have that asshole breathing down my neck again. I thought he'd honest to god given up on me by now.
[It had been close to four years now since his last doctor's appointment that wasn't just the bare minimum physical needed to keep his job. What was the point in keeping yourself healthy when you were trying to kill yourself slowly?
He watched Connor move effortlessly around the kitchen for a moment, taking a more casual posture leaning against the wall.]
I didn't know you could cook.
[Said as he opened the fridge, looking for a beer.]
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( With the food nearly done, all that was left was to set the table. )
If you're planning to visit with your doctor at some point in the near future, I'd suggest setting aside the beer. At least until after the appointment. Water may be a better, healthier alternative.
Also consider washing your hands before sitting to eat. While I can't recall ever seeing you wash your hands prior to eating before, practiced routines make for good habits. Hand washing and hand hygiene initiatives greatly reduce the number of absences, sick leaves, and lost productivity in the work environment. Not to mention 80% of communicable diseases are transferred by touch. Beyond this, touching food with contaminated hands spreads foodborne illnesses like Salmonella, E. Coli, Staph, and diarrheal infection.
( No one could accuse Connor of not knowing how to talk dirty. )
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[He shoots Connor a look over his shoulder and grabs a beer, propping the cap on the back of one of the wooden kitchen chairs and popping the cap off with a sharp blow of his hand.
Petty? Maybe. They're both painfully stubborn.
As Connor goes on, Hank's nose wrinkles in displeasure.]
Jesus Christ, Connor. Do you want me to eat dinner or not? 'Cause normal people don't talk about diarrhea at the dinner table.
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I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I'm afraid I'm not terribly versed in dinner table etiquette. I don't eat, you see.
Are there any other topics I should stray from?
( What he's learned from Hank so far when it comes to eating? Anything that lands in the beard can be saved for later. )
Still, the importance of sanitary habits shouldn't be overlooked.
( The food as it was presented to Hank could be described as nothing short of ornate. Connor served the chicken on a glistening white platter, garnished with herbs and seasons in a image borrowed directly from a five-star restaurant. Clutter shoved aside when he set the plate on the table, he set to arranging the silverware in a traditional fashion—dinner fork to the left of the dinner plate, dinner knife directly at the dinner plate’s right, water glass filled three quarters of the way full, and placed them directly above the dinner knife—Connor was left to wonder if his efforts warranted the food's taste. )
Dinner... is served.
( With nothing more to do, Connor took a seat across from the place setting and watched. Some may have called it staring, but Connor would consider himself to be pointedly observing. )
( A/N: These two are on such different wave-lengths. Connor's over here playing Chef Boyardee because he can't do anything half-way, while Hank's just trying to crack a cold one with the boys— )
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Also the rule is "anything that lands in the beard is called a 'depression snack'."
He takes a long draw from the beer while he watches Connor plate the food, feeling a headache coming on already.]
I know you didn't find that plate in my cupboard.
[He stared at the place setting for a second with an unreadable expression, and then sighed and decided that it looked edible, at least. Better than edible, if he was being honest, but also way too Extra for his taste.]
So what's the occasion?
[He asks, raising a mildly suspicious eyebrow at Connor as he sets his beer next to the water glass and picks up the knife and fork.]
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He's not disappointed when they meet, which is another nice surprise. Agreeing to a meet up over the phone having never seen one another before is risky for plenty of reasons - the main one being that people usually admit to having no idea how or why they asked him so suddenly or so forcefully, which Aoba awkwardly laughs off - but when Aoba arrives and sees that the stranger doesn't look crazy nor does he look half bad, he's pleased. He looks like he fits his voice, which is a miles better than what Aoba could have hoped for.
The best part of going on dates like these, though? The best part? All the free food. He probably shouldn't use his abilities to get what he wants in this way and he knows full well it'll come back to bite him in the ass later, but for now he figures a toe dipped in the water can't hurt. ]
Oh, one of those too. [ He smiles, at the vendor who picks out the largest tray of takoyaki and then garnishes it generously before passing it over, and at the poor man beside him who's tasked with paying for all these ridiculous treats Aoba has spoiled himself with. ] Thanks~
[ Like the monster he is he picks one squishy ball up between his fingers and pops it into his mouth - clearly he does this often because while a normal person would probably get mayonaise all over their face doing this, Aoba only has a small smearing of it lingering at the coner of his lips as he chews. Before he even manages to swallow, he blinks at his companion. ]
Sorry-- [ His mouth is still full so the word is garbled, but the intention becomes clear as he picks up another in his fingers and holds it out to the other man. Aoba is so far away from the image created by that soft voiced telephone call right now. This poor guy. ] Want one?
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[ He isn't even thinking about his wallet. Hasn't since he lit eyes on Aoba, that just-a-little-soft heart-shaped face and that incredible ruffle and fall of blue hair... He passes some bills to the vendor without question, polite, a warm smile on his face, before turning back to Aoba and just watching him as though he's the most fascinating thing in the world. ]
[ Fucking shivers when Aoba talks with his mouth full. Fuck... he's been watching him eat different little treats for the last half an hour (maybe more?) and he can't get enough. It was Zoro, after all, who suggested meeting at this little street fair. He's just pleased at how much Aoba seems to be able (willing, very) to put away. ]
[ He blinks when Aoba holds one of the takoyaki balls out to him, coming just a little out of his reverie. Just a little. Just enough to take his eyes off Aoba's face and focus on those strong but smooth fingers instead, their immaculate nails, holding the messy ball of food just in his thumb and forefinger. Zoro doesn't think. Lifts his eyes to meet Aoba's again and leans in, opens his mouth, and takes in the snack, and the tips of Aoba's fingers, wrapping his lips around the latter to draw any mayonnaise and sauce off the skin as he pulls back. Doesn't break eye contact as he straightens up, slowly chewing now that his mouth isn't around those fingers. It looks like his mouth is big enough that the takoyaki only slightly pouches one of his cheeks as he chews. ]
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Eeeh? I meant take it from me, not eat it out of my hands!! [ He cries, wiping his fingers on Zoro's chest in retaliation though there.. really isn't all that much to wipe off. Pity. Honestly he's just using the loud and very visible protest to cover up the fact that his body is reacting strangely to the sight - the sight that seems to be sticking to the back of his eyelids even though he's looked away from Zoro's face to suck petulantly on the straw of the pink slushie drink nestled in the crook of his elbow. He's had people gesture and suggest perverted things to him before, but the reaction has never been so out of his control like this... usually he experiences an almost shrivelling feeling, before something dark considers how the situation could benefit, how interesting it would be to see it unfold, how easily someone so weak would be to break--- But Aoba can't let thoughts like that in. Least of all now.
His date technique is to be as harmlessly himself as possible, which is probably why he never gets a second date. Aoba might look kind of cute, but he's a pig. And he can be pretty blunt and rude at times. He's not planning on holding himself back any. ]
You can take your own next time. If you don't wanna get your hands dirty, use a pick. [ He smiles a semi-exasperated smile before taking a bite of the fruit and cream crepe nestled in his other arm. He really does go hard, it's almost like he's got one of everything from every stand lining this street, and he seems entirely unphased by mixing flavours.. as evident by the pink flavoured crepe slush he's currently munching on. Again, with his mouth full, he wafts the takoyaki box conversationally. ] Or get something yourself. Don't you like street food? [ And he's clearly not sharing. ]
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Mm, I'm not hungry.
[ Not for food of his own, at least. ]
[ For all that Aoba's not holding back, Zoro doesn't appear to be particularly grossed out. Or grossed out at all, actually. In fact, he reaches forward and thumbs that little smear off the corner of Aoba's mouth, then brings it to his own to suck it off the skin, eyes on Aoba the entire time. ]
D'you... wanna sit down, with all that?
[ There are several open tables in the open eating space of the park by the line of food trucks, some of them set up for couples, just two seats bolted on opposite sides. It'll be an even better vantage point to just... watch Aoba eat like this. ]
[ It's been a while since he went on a date with someone who just enjoyed eating this much. ]
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He looks away just a moment or two too late to miss Zoro sucking mayonnaise off his finger, and gets distracted with pointedly trying not to think on it too much - white, a tangy flavour, clings and drips, suckling it up, leaving trails along lips, painting tongues white, god what is wrong with him today? - so that he doesn't answer right away and instead busies himself by sitting down at one of those two person tables. He lays out his haul almost protectively between two arms, then looks back at Zoro and swallows before... before taking another bite of the crepe. And then he speaks. ]
If you're not hungry you can give me my takoyaki back. [ He simpers in a voice that sounds like his words should be concluded with a huff. ] Or get me another.
[ He's getting to the point in his crepe where the contents have all kind of mashed together thanks to gravity, so it's less a constructed crepe and more of a cream-fruit-sauce mash that he has to kind of shovel into his mouth using his tongue. It's pretty nasty, but.. he both doesn't care and is actively attempting to be as nasty as possible, so it works. ]
Why suggest coming here if you're not hungry? You know, I wouldn't have minded if you picked somewhere else.
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I don't think you want it back at this point.
[ He's still smirking though. ]
[ That question just earns a shrug, Zoro easing into his own seat, elbow propped on the table and chin tucking into his palm, his gaze at the other still fond. And Aoba now facing him too directly to really get out from under it. ]
Figured this was public, busy. Near my place and your store.
[ Maybe it being near his place is dropped intentionally, maybe not. ]
And I thought maybe you'd give me a bite or two, but you've got some appetite, huh?
[ His gaze drops to Aoba's fingers when he lifts that mess of crepe to his mouth, watches his tongue lap all that mess off his hand. There's really no trace of disgust on his face at all. (In fact, his eyes are just a little lidded.) ]
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Is it the sexual connotations that could be grasped at from the way Aoba is licking at his fingers... or is it the food, or something else? It's not like he dislikes the attention at all, he's a guy with desires just like everyone else, but he really isn't good enough at this whole back-and-forth and things-unsaid thing to stay on level footing... so he decides with reckless abandon to change the score card to something he knows he can stay afloat with. Being a brat. ]
If there's food to be eaten, I'll eat it. My granny used to cook huge meals and never told me to stop, so I've got a nasty habit of eating even when I'm not hungry anymore. [ He says all this in that bright, cheerful and soft voice he uses on the phone, whiplash-inducing enough to be startling considering what he's talking about definitely isn't as cute as he's making it sound. ] And I like trying new things. Anything I haven't tasted before.
[ He didn't really intend for that to sound suggestive, but his voice sometimes has a mind of it's own and does all the pitch-shifting for him. A little embarrassed by himself, he hides his flushing cheeks behind his hands as he lifts the frozen slushie drink to his lips and washes his mouthful down with it. ]
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Oh? If you don't mind my saying, you don't look like you eat more than you can handle... do you run, or do some kind of sport? [ He smiles, finding that an easy take-off point to make conversation, finally. He's bad at, and not terribly interested in, small talk. ] I do kendo, instruct a few days a week.
[ ...That comment about anything he hasn't tasted before makes Zoro's stomach absolutely shudder, and it's an effort not to just automatically cross his legs. Especially when Aoba goes pink like that, and Zoro pushes his tongue out to just touch at his bottom lip. ]
...Anything you've been wanting to taste but haven't had the opportunity?
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Aoba's brain short circuits when he practically feels the reaction Zoro has to what he said. It's a good reaction, of course, because that's exactly what Aoba's stupid traitor voice wanted to see happen, but it doesn't mean he's any less flustered from the success of it. Zoro hasn't exactly been keeping a firm lid on showing his enjoyment of this whole exchange so far, especially not with that little flick of his tongue across his lips, and now there's not a single doubt in his mind about what the vibe is here... and he's embarrassed to realise that he really, really doesn't have a problem with it at all. That he actually kind of likes it.
Despite his mind screaming that he's way in over his head, his body reacts in a way he knows it probably shouldn't for a first date. In response to the question his eyes flicker down the section of Zoro's body that he can see; his shoulders and arms, his thick neck and his frustratingly sculpted chest, his tight waist, the shapes in his shirt where his stomach folds over as he leans on the table; and he knows full well that he lingers too long, but once he realises it's much too late to take it back. ]
... Plenty. [ He puts the slushie down, pushes it across the table which apparently means he's done with it? And starts poking his finger about the remaining three takoyaki on his tray. Which is clearly supposed to be him fiddling as he stalls, but really he's just making a big mayo mess on his finger. Probably for nefarious future plans. This kid is not to be trusted. ] Like that bakery on main street, the new one? The one that sells the best eclairs in the country, the ones you have to get a ticket to try? I still haven't had one of those yet.
[ Is he.. doing this on purpose now? Is he testing Zoro's resolve here? Is he testing his own? Does he even know? ]
And I just have a good metabolism. Plus I'm usually a delivery boy, and I don't have a bike or a car, so I do a lot of walking. [ He looks down at the takoyaki, then shoves his finger in his mouth to rid it of the bonito-sriracha-mayo mess he's made on it. Then, still with his finger in his mouth, he continues: ] What about you? Do you have to watch what you eat, being a teacher and all?
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The All Blue Bakery? Yeah. I know the owner.
[ How perfect. ]
All the tickets will be sold by now today, but I'm sure I can get you one another day with a little notice.
[ Rather heavily implying second date. ]
[ His eyes watch that finger as it plays around over the takoyaki, imagining it gliding over the rounded tip of something else entirely, smearing white back and forth, getting it all over his hand... lifting it to suck off like that... God, and talking with that finger in his mouth, looking cutesy and coy with the tip of it in the purse of his lips, teased by his tongue... Mmmnh, fuck, does he have any idea how good he looks like this? Zoro suspects not. ]
Mm, not really. Kendo is a very active art, and I train several hours a day besides. I have a better metabolism than most people I've met. [ Most. Maybe, maybe not Aoba. Zoro would really like to test that. ]
[ And in that vein, he unfolds himself from his own arms, finally, leaning forward to pluck one of those takoyaki from the tray. But rather than snatching it, he holds it up, above the level of the tray rather than pushing too close to the other, and just hovers it on level with Aoba's mouth, his fingers making little divots in the squishy ball, bonito sticking to his fingernails. ]
...To answer your earlier question, I don't mind getting my hands dirty.
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He's even more surprised when Zoro confesses to know the owner of the bakery, and yet again when Zoro offers to make sure he gets a sample. That means Zoro wants to see him again which of all things should probably be the least surprising, and yet Aoba is well aware that while he has certainly been on dates before, he's never actually ever had a second date, and that in a mere handful of moments into this one, after Aoba has shown how unappealing he can think of being, Zoro is still interested in seeing him again.
It's... well, it's incredibly flattering, but it's also wildly exciting. Mostly because Aoba would definitely like to see Zoro again too.
The mention of his metabolism straight away sounds like a challenge and Aoba grins as though ready for it before he can stop himself. But he doesn't have much time to revel in the threat of power, as soon there's food being held up to him, and Zoro's words have gone low and suggestive once again.
Zoro's hands are bigger than his, is the first thing he notices. Much bigger. Aoba can make a guess that he probably has half an inch on his own fingers, maybe the same for the surface of their palms, so as he holds the takoyaki aloft it looks smaller than it did between Aoba's fingers. And yet his hands are still oddly pretty, in the soft slopes of his fingers between the angles of his knuckles, where Aoba can see muscles tensed.
He flushes at the sight of it, or maybe at the implication; while the offered snack is not inherantly sexual, the words Zoro said are sultry enough, alluding so effortlessly that it's both transparent and easy to miss, leaving Aoba wondering if he's joking and knowing full well that he's not. Getting his hands dirty could be meant literally of course, but if Aoba thinks back to what he could be referring to all he can see is Zoro's breath catching and his lidded eyes as he watched Aoba.
Aoba knows exactly where this is going and for a moment he wonders if perhaps he should try to guide things a little slower... but in the next few moments, however, he realises that he absolutely does not want to, as his mouth opens and he leans forward to take Zoro's fingers (and the takoyaki, I guess) into his mouth.
His fingers are warm. He can taste something on them that he can't name, or maybe he can but his brain is freaking out too much to think of anything beyond how hot his entire body suddenly feels, and how loud his heartbeat is in his ears as he stares directly at Zoro's face.
It feels like it takes hours to encourage his lips to tighten, his tongue to move, but eventually he takes the takoyaki into his mouth, sucking to clean Zoro's fingers when he lifts his chin and they fall from his lips.
He draws back as he chews, still not looking away from Zoro's face.... and then it breaks, and Aoba lets out a helpless, only sliiiightly embarrassed laugh. He covers his still full mouth, chews around laughter and swallows before speaking. ]
Ah-haa- You're a weird guy, you know? [ He asks, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. ] Offering to waste all this money on me, getting me rare bakery tickets. I promise I'm not trying to totally fleece you here, okay? I got you to pay for food but I was going to get you back for it..
[ Is his blabbering doing anything to disguise his dilated pupils??? Probably not, but he has literally zero idea what to do about that particular pressing problem. ]
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[ Part of Zoro was certain Aoba wouldn't actually do it. That he'd continue to play the huffy but innocent brat, ramp up the ignorance, just take the takoyaki and bitch that well then why didn't you use a pick the first time, huh? ]
[ Another part was absolutely convinced he'd read every inch of those shivers and blushes and aversions just right, that he'd seen Aoba reading everything into Zoro's many innuendos that Zoro wanted him to and liking where his head took him. ]
[ But the slow way Aoba actually takes the takoyaki into his mouth, opening wide and then easing the cup of his mouth around the ball and Zoro's skin, the electric fucking eye contact and the sweet, slow, unpracticed way the other shifts from just nomming onto his hand to actually sucking the food and sauce from his fingers... God, Zoro wants to lean across the table and stick his tongue in that messy mouth before Aoba can swallow. ]
[ The laugh breaks a little of the seriousness in Zoro's expression as well, the lopsided grin coming back, the sparkle of mischief lighting back into too-darkened eyes. He lets Aoba blather for a second before laughing again himself, quieter than the last one, a little of the natural rasp of his voice softening it at the back. ]
Who said it's a waste?
[ He doesn't pause or hesitate or make a show of or seem to even think about lifting his hand to his own mouth and licking the stray left-behind sauce (and the taste of Aoba's mouth) off his fingertips. ]
The bakery ticket's not gonna cost me anything except maybe a favor. [ Worth it. ] And I like the way you look when you eat.
[ There it is, laid out on the table between them in simplest terms. May as well. ]
But if you do wanna get me back for it, that sounds like a second date...?
[ Zoro's never this fucking eloquent. Not on a first date particularly. But when given the opportunity to snare something he wants so badly, it's like every scrape of talent and know-how and anything he has roars right to the forefront and affords him the power to take with both hands. ]
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I like the way you look when you eat.
That honestly almost breaks the hold he's maintaining. It comes so close to activating his fight or flight instinct that he almost stands up from where he's sitting. He suddenly feels hot despite the temperature being mild, and he's all too aware that he's just kind of been.. sitting here in silence for a while, staring at Zoro, his face bright red.... ]
Phew-- [ He has to look away, has to exhale, has to put his palms flat on the table and take a moment. Just a moment. Because this is a lot, isn't it? ] Ah, sorry.
I.. I like the way you look at me. [ He's saying all this to his lap!!! He doesn't even know how he's forming words!!!! He desperately needs to reign in normalcy or he's never going to be able to stand up again... ] A second date sounds good.. but this one's not over yet, is it? We'll see if I still like you by the end of it.
[ He chuckles, just a bit, still not looking back at Zoro.. though he does reach out and nudge the tray of takoyaki toward Zoro with silent intention. He said he liked the way Aoba looked, right? Aoba will let him see as much as he wants. ]