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It's party time!

THE DANCING MEME
young and sweet, only seventeen

There's so many reasons why people dance. For fun, for tradition, for community, for courting, for taunting your enemies. Maybe you're just friends, maybe you're having a father-daughter (or parent-child) dance, maybe you're dating or almost dating. Gen or shippy, either is fine, as long as you're dancing!

Post your preferences and maybe a starter, then tag around!

PROMPTS
ONE. Spontaneous Dancing
You're doing something else, maybe out somewhere, maybe seemingly alone in your apartment when you just feel the urge. The song you're listening to is really catchy or you just got good news. Does the other person get invited? Join in on their own accord? Just watch? Is it a flash mob? Whatever the reason, you’re dancing now!

TWO. A Celebration
It's a wedding! Or maybe a festival, holiday, school dance, or birthday party. Point is, it's an occasion. There's music and a dance floor and no reason why not to let loose! Be is fast paced to the dj, slow dance with a partner, or traditional dance, it's all part of the celebration.

THREE. A Gala
It's not just any kind of event, it's fancy. There's probably someone pretty rich throwing it, and you better be dressed up nice. Chances are you're just as likely to be here dancing for business just as much pleasure. Maybe you're even here to steal something, or make political connections, or fundraise for charity. But dancing is part of the deal so take your partner's hand and lead them out on the dancefloor!

FOUR. Masquerade
Much like the gala, it's fancy. Or it could be a Halloween party. Either way, everyone is wearing some kind of costume and mask. Who is this mysterious person you're dancing with? A stranger? Friend? Enemy? Frememy? A mystery. Or perhaps not a mystery, but you can pretend!

FIVE. Clubbing
It's a bar or club or hey, maybe a sock hop, and you're here to have fun. Drinks optional, music loud, dance floor crowded. Be it with friends or a date, you're going to dance tonight. Feel the beat of the tambourine.

SIX. Performance
Ballet recital, music video, talent show, traditional ceremony -- you’re not just dancing, you’re dancing for an audience. Everyone’s eyes are on you and your partner, so let’s hope you don’t get stage fright!

SEVEN. Wildcard.

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To be fair... Duo probably gets an extra bit of leniency by virtue of being Duo Maxwell taking on Heero Yuy without a visible weapon on hand. At any rate, Duo is glad to have caused a fuss, especially over Heero of all people. Duo's opted for the silk robe as well, though... as he squats down to pet the cat it becomes obvious that he's opted to wear his briefs as well since it was so short.

Duo is laughing, still happy enough to pet the cat as Wufei tells him about the restaurants he has menus for. It's all a lot to take in if he's honest, brows raised in earnest curiosity and to indicate that he was listening to all of what Wufei had to say.

It's when Wufei leans back that Duo manages to catch the glint of glitter, and for a moment he's frowning, a hand on Wufei's head to push him forward a little as he tries to pluck the piece of glitter off of the other boy's head before he responds.

"I'm a little concerned that you think there's such thing as too much garlic, for one. For two.. no pizza?" Disappointing, honestly Wufei. Though he supposes if there are truly no options -

"I'll never get tired of burgers, so that's a good bet."

That's probably true, though Wufei would've thought Duo being naked plenty of distraction for Heero. Then again, apparently he had little knowledge of what went on inside the guy's head most of the time.

"I never said too much," Wufei countered lightly, and tolerates Duo grappling his head with curiosity rather than annoyance, holding still as Duo attempted to retrieve the sparkly speck. It was a stark contrast to the way he would shrug off or avoid attempts at contact previously, but either it's something about Duo or something about being in the privacy of his own home that makes him far more willing allow it.

"And pizza is inexorably associated with long, boring stake-outs," he replied, but pulled over the menu for an American restaurant, held it up for Duo. "If you want something greasy, you'll have to order their fried chicken. The burgers are quite good, if unreasonably large."

Garfield let out another long meow, trampling Wufei's lap to get onto the table and nuzzle-bite the bottom of the offered menu.

“Since when does heavy not mean too much?” Duo grouses lowly even as he’s swiping at Wufei’s scalp. Eventually the sparkle picks up on to Duo’s finger, and the usually braided pilot presents his reason for plucking at Wufei’s head for his approval at the end of his finger.

With that done, Duo maneuvers himself on to the other cushion at Wufei’s table, carefully arranging his hair in his lap as he does so. Better than awkward wet spots on his lap, right?

“That’s gonna be a food association you gotta change, Wufei.” If he’s going to be coming to visit more, he’s going to need there to be pizza on the table when he sees the other man. Sometimes, at least.

“I see the choice in restaurant is approved ..” Duo hums, carefully removing the menu from both Wufei and the cat’s clutches as he opens it to take a look. Ever the bottomless pit, a huge burger sounds fantastic, If he’s honest.

“They come with fries right? The burgers I mean.”

"When it means Sally complains about it," Wufei replied, straightening up when Duo was finally done and nodding his approval at the capture of the rogue glitter speck. "Thank you."

He started gathering up the rest of the menus once Duo had the American one. "Well, it's not as bad an association as canapes and petit fours have gotten themselves. Every time I eat them I start smelling gunsmoke," was it just an association, or an honest to god flashback? He wasn't sure, and he didn't want to poke that bear any time soon. "Pizza just makes me bored."

"And they do indeed come with fries. They have milkshakes and malts, too," he added, getting to his feet with the menus in hand, the robe hardly shifting as he did, and made his way to the kitchen to put away the excess menus. "Unless you'd prefer tea or coffee?" as he pulled a teapot from a cupboard, and dropped what looked like a thick black coin into its pot before pouring water from the kettle into it.

“And here I thought Sally Po wasn’t a weakling.” Duo notes with a tone of disappointment in his voice, sighing softly as Garfield takes an opportunity to walk on the menu where Duo had been reading, though his eyes only raise up once Wufei starts talking ..

.. he assumes they’re candy? “What even are those? Canapes and petite fours? I almost don’t wanna say what petite four reminds me of first, but.”

Wufei is smart and can figure out where Duo’s dirty little mind goes first. It’s the same place it goes when Wufei moves to stand in that silk robe, eyes following him and taking in the other man’s graceful movement. They hadn’t had much down time together in the war and Duo is beginning to think that’s a crime.

“Black coffee’s fine. Or soda.” Duo is always a fiend for a fizzy drink, of course, humming softly in thought about milkshakes.

“Cookies and cream milkshake any good?”

The question about canapes and petit fours gets a warm laugh. "You're a lucky bastard, not knowing what those are," he retaliates. "I think where your mind went is preferable, but they're the small things on trays at parties too fancy for anyone but Quatre to be comfortable at," and often the only thing he had the opportunity to eat when he was working security at such events. When he wasn't being forced to sit at a table as a guest. "The canapes are savory, and the petit fours are tiny, tasteless little cakes."

He's oblivious to how he looks, preparing his tea, and pulling out a mug and a coffee drip, scooping some fresh beans into it, and pouring more water there. He brought that back carefully, focused intently on the mug so as not to spill, lowering into a crouch to set it down next to Duo. It's a damn miracle that he didn't spill it, but he's balanced precariously as he sets it down, and one stiff wind away from toppling.

"Sinful," he agrees when asked about the milkshake. "I'm partial to the strawberry malt, myself."

"Ah, no wonder I've never had 'em then." And not for lack of effort on Quatre's part, who had tried time and time again to try and get Duo to come to a party or two to charm the pants off of anyone that he might want to charm here or there. Duo, ever aware of how much he dislikes hanging out in high society... may have artfully dodged every single time. Thankfully all the food talk distracts Duo from making a prodding comment about his mind going places that are possibly dirty, nose wrinkling as he imagines a tasteless cake. "What's the point of the petite-fours, then? Like a uh.. palette cleanser? Or are rich people even less exposed to flavor than me?"

Duo is aware that he's a bit of a pitiful colonial soul from L2 who finds black pepper spicy if too much is used... but give him a break. He's had it a bit hard from the get-go.

"Y'know.." Duo notes even as he moves to take a sip of that hot coffee, not even noticing the heat of it if he's honest. ".. You keep going on about things being sinful and my dirty brain going places and I'm gonna have to get a vibe, here, Wufei."

He is, of course, joking. But also prodding all the same, because he is unopposed, as per usual, to exploring if that's what Wufei is after here.

"At any rate I think I wanna get one of those too. Might keep me full til breakfast."

"I'm not sure what their purpose is," he admitted. "They're not large enough to be satisfying, even if they had some element of flavor. Sometimes I think they're just for show." He shrugs his shoulders a bit, brain temporarily detouring to possible uses for the little cakes, and it's enough that Duo's quip about getting vibes doesn't quite register as quickly as it otherwise would.

He's in his own home, in a space he considers safe enough to let down his guard and not second-guess everything. So it takes him a while to register, for the blush to burn in his cheeks as dark eyes finally meet Duo's. Weighing him, for a few long moments, before his gaze drops back to the menu. "Well," he says, in a voice so soft it almost doesn't sound like his. "As... curious as I am, I doubt I'm the sort of person you take up with. Have you ever known me to be able to remove my emotions from a situation?" And that wasn't even calling into account the thing he thought more likely for Duo to take objection to -- his complete and utter lack of experience. He might've been married once, but he's never even been kissed properly.

And maybe it's a bit much, but he risks another glance at Duo's face before he speaks, a bit more plainly than he normally does. "But you can have whatever you like." His heart was trying to slam its way right out of his chest, but he remains still, a little afraid that too much movement might shatter the moment entirely.

"Gross. What a waste." And for someone who's about as obsessed with never wasting a bit of food as Duo is.. it's pretty terrible sounding to him to have a food that doesn't even have a flavor. It's bad enough to have to attend banquets and things, but then to have that kind of food available?

Yeah, he's going to hard pass on attending, still. Sorry, Quatre, where ever you are.

Duo watches Wufei intently as he speaks, uncharacteristically quiet as he's being at the moment. It's a fair enough observation and a fair enough thing to point out. Duo.. is not exactly a catch, so far as he can tell, for someone like Wufei who wants to start settling down, maybe even start a family. After all, he can hardly keep his feet on solid ground for long enough to visit for a couple of days before the bug hits him and he's on the move again.

All things considered, Duo hums softly after Wufei declares he can have whatever he likes. "That's a dangerous offer for someone as greedy as I am, you know." Duo smiles at his own joke, but then, a bit more seriously:

"I guess I can't shake off my title of heartbreaker, at the end of the day. But I don't want you to twist yourself up over me, either. I'm not exactly, uh..." Duo pauses, then, eyes going to Wufei's ceiling as he tries to think of the proper way to say this without seeming as though he's dismissing Wufei as a whole. That is definitely not the case, but he does want to make sure he's at least made things fairly clear. "... A guy who's gonna be settled for a bit, I think."

If ever, but he won't go that far and make it something for someone to prove false.

"So I think, ultimately, it's up to you. Or what you're looking for."

Wufei wished he could pass on it, but every time one of the damnable banquets happens, he winds up on the security detail. He might suspect that Une is doing it as some twisted form of punishment for killing her beloved Treize, but that comes from a small, bitter part of himself that he doesn't often pay attention to.

He chuckles softly at Duo's reply, and shrugs his shoulders. "You've been quite clear about your inclination to keep moving. If I become invested, it's my own fault," but he could certainly see it as a possibility.

It wasn't the only possibility, though, and he takes a moment to run through them, to do what he always does -- an analysis of the risks and rewards. He knows the only way he'll ever know, ever learn what he wants to learn, is by doing, and he knows that Duo is one of the few people in the earth sphere who won't harm him intentionally. And, most importantly, they're both being honest about what they can give each other.

"I think," and there was that blush again, burning at his cheeks though he stonily ignored it. "I would like to find out what all the fuss is about. If you're not put off by my lack of experience. I know the mechanics, but the practical application is..." He clears his throat, because he's only making this worse by trying to avoid the damned word. It makes him feel like a child, but he forces it out. "I'm a virgin. In all respects." This time, he can't stop himself from folding his arms over his chest, frustrated a bit with his own reluctance, his own discomfort with a word that should be as simple as any other to spit out.

"Well, I gotta make sure we're on the same page at least." Duo, of all people, has discovered the pitfalls of that with, unfortunately, Hilde. Which is more than likely why he now keeps things at, at least, a slight arm's length. Most of all, though, he doesn't want to spoil his fellow pilot's friendship, as it's the most important thing he has, at the end of the day. If he manages to ruin his friendships and family-like relations with his fellow pilots... he isn't quite sure where he'll end up.

"I don't want to lose any of you as friends because we decided to dip our toes, you know?" He does not consider what he has to offer as anything to fuss about, and Wufei saying he'd like to find out gives Duo's a little bit of a chuckle.

"There's fuss? Who the hell is fussing?" Mainly so he can ask them to pipe down, probably, but there's more important things to discuss afoot, like Wufei's lack of experience. Duo, of course, shrugs his shoulders as Wufei says he's a virgin in all respects, unbothered by maybe having to have a teaching moment here or there. He makes short work of the concern with a flippant : "So was I at one point, it isn't a big deal."

Though he does wonder how the hell Wufei managed it, if he's honest, but that's a question for later.

"If anything it just means the same as usual : if you're not sure or you don't want anything, all you gotta do is just say so."

Tension had been creeping into Wufei's shoulders without his noticing, but Duo wipes it all away with his easy acceptance of the things Wufei had to pry out of himself. This, more than anything, is why he's so sure of trying it with Duo -- there's a certain safety with someone who isn't phased by much of anything.

"People fuss a great deal about getting laid," which Wufei had never put too much stock in, but still. He was an academic, a naturally curious sort when he wasn't busy worrying about fighting Oz and the Alliance and anyone else who put themselves in his path.

He circles back, then, to the concerns Duo issued, and this time he finds himself smiling. "I don't think I would want to refuse your company, even if my heart were entirely shattered, and I would never be so dishonorable as to attempt to harm your relationship with any of the others," even if he was sure any development of feelings would come with a bit of a jealous streak. One that would most certainly be aimed in Heero's direction, if not more widely disbursed. "And if you think I'm shy about refusing things, then it really has been too long since we've spent time together," and this time he manages a smirk, a little bit of a haughty expression as he sizes Duo up. "So... shall I buy you dinner first?"

"Ahhh.. yeah, they do tend to huh?" Duo himself was a big fan, but he supposes that's rather obvious by now. He had just been rather bold in roundabout propositioning Wufei within his own house, with his hair wet on top of it, to say that he wasn't feeling his oats a little.

It is encouraging to hear that Wufei wouldn't want to turn down his company, and more importantly, it wouldn't begin to affect the others. More than his own carnal wants, Duo finds it most important to make sure that their decision here wouldn't bleed into how he interacts with Heero, or Quatre who would no doubt feel their tensions and ask what the hell was going on. Wufei's insistence that he will not hesitate to tell him no makes Duo laugh, though he nods his appreciation.

"Good. I know it probably didn't need to be said, but.. y'know. Makes me feel better to say it." To know that he's made it clear and obvious, at any rate, just inc ase there was a part of Wufei that would hesitate for the sake of an experience.

"Yeah, let's eat first. Probably gonna need the energy." Depending on where Wufei's tastes lay, anyways.

Wufei hummed in agreement, and now that things were out in the open, plans laid, there was a lightness to him that he hadn't quite expected. "I prefer to have things out in the open, as well. Especially with something that could quite easily blow up in our faces if we aren't on the same page," not unlike actual explosives.

"Their standard burger and the cookies and cream milkshake?" he asked, as he grabbed the menu and got back to his feet, turning to take it back to the kitchen, where both his tea and cellphone were waiting. "Fries, too, I assume. I hear it can be quite the workout." He didn't know how well stamina in other areas would translate to sex, but he was fairly certain he'd burn through the calories of anything he ate before Duo was done with him.

And wasn't that a lovely thought? Blush dusted his cheeks again, a little smile tugging at his lips. He was excited, if not aroused, and it was a peculiarly enjoyable sensation. "I suppose it goes without saying that I know nothing about seduction, either, so I trust that you'll tell me if I'm, ah. Missing the mark with anything." Or just looking straight up ridiculous. He was pretty sure at least some of it was going to feel weird, or look weird, or would actually be weird. He wasn't certain his sources of information regarding what was and wasn't sexy was reliable.

“Then we’re agreed.” It sets him at ease to know that they’re both on the same page with this. Both of their curiosity could be sated and they could, presumably, move along from their night tonight with things settled already.

“Yeah, burger with the fries and a shake.” Duo’s smirk turns lopsided again as Wufei says he’s heard sex can be quite the work out. He likes this, Wufei easy and in his own element, happy enough to prod and tease him when it suits him. Duo has always enjoyed Wufei - his sharp sense of justice, a mouth like swept glass that would cut you when you least expected it. The other man’s tendency to be straight to the point has never once put him off, and now he’s more grateful than ever for it.

“I’ll handle the seduction game, Wufei. Don’t worry about that one bit.” Duo’s adaptive personality works in high pressure missions just as well as here and now with Wufei, teasing at their long night to come.

“Having dessert and then the real dessert is always the cherry on top, anyway.”

Sharp was a very good word to describe him, and one Wufei would've taken with pride. He liked to think of himself as capable of cutting to the heart of a matter, even if certain subjects -- like sex -- were a bit difficult for him to speak plainly about. It's refreshing, even, to have another person inside his home, the tiny bubble he'd created for himself to both literally and metaphorically let down his hair.

"Oh, will you?" he asks, when Duo suggests he'll handle the seduction, a dark brow raised as he shifts his robe a bit. The fabric loosens at his nape, sags downwards, showing off the long curve at his neck, and he reaches back to sweep the damp hair into a much higher ponytail than what he normally wears, which only seems to extend the curve of his neck higher. He glances back at Duo and does a poor job feigning innocence. "Then I suppose if things go well, I'll get to try next time."

He busies himself calling in their order then, two burgers with fries, the milkshake for Duo and a malt for himself. And he even requests extra cherries, because they're sweet and he can and he thinks it might count as flirting. When he hangs up, he tucks the menu back into its drawer and carries his pot of tea and its tiny matching cup back to the table, kneeling on the cushion opposite Duo's, angling himself a bit so that Duo's view of his neck is unobstructed. It's a whole production, just making sure Duo can see, and he's aware that he's not very good at making it seem incidental, but he's also aware that one cannot develop a skill without first being terrible at it.

"Mmmhmm." Duo hums the answer with a little bit of a self-assured hum. He's never been with Wufei before, but he's sure that he could find something that sends him pining with a little bit of experimentation. He makes a note that it is not letting his hair down, which is typically a pulled trigger with a one Heero Yuy. Perhaps he'll have his work cut out for him at the end of the day.

Of course he's watching as Wufei sweeps his hair up and away from his neck. Even without the high ponytail Duo's found himself watching, looking at Wufei when he's intent with his hair up, that long swan neck on display. He is but a man, naturally, and can only resist looking for so long, even when they were just pilots and far too strung out on missions with no sleep to even have Duo Maxwell thinking about his chances if he threw out his shot.

By the time Wufei settles back down instead of busying himself with his chores... Duo is debating how much time they have until the delivery person arrives. His chin meets his hand, just quietly observing Wufei for a moment before he decides there's no harm in asking.

"How long did they say for the delivery?" Lest they be interrupted during an appetizer.

The thing about Wufei and pining for anyone is that he has to first give himself permission to feel the feelings, to let down his guard against his own natural inclinations. He's much too used to clamping down on anything with even the faintest whiff of impropriety to allow his thoughts to get far enough for him to recognize attraction, but he knows, in a clinical sort of way, that Duo is breathtaking. The same way he knows that his neck is his very best asset.

Which is why he's so pleased when he sees Duo looking, and not the least ashamed of his blush staying firmly in place. It does things, warm and pleasant ones, in his stomach to see those eyes lingering on him, on the places he's trying to show off, even if it makes him feel a bit like a peacock.

The question pulls his tiny smile it something much closer to a grin. "Thirty minutes, but in my experience, they'll be here in twenty-five," he lets his gaze drop to the teapot as he fills the cup with a practiced gesture, a bit more flourish to it than he'd normally indulge in. It was... nice. To put in a little extra effort, to watch how and with what he managed to draw Duo's eye. And he lets his own wander, as he sets the teapot aside, drifting up Duo's arm, to where his chin rests in his hand, but it's his eyes that Wufei finds himself caught on, as his fingers pluck up the tiny cup and he brings it to his lips for a sip, quirking a brow upwards as he does so.

He sees the wheels turning in your head, Duo Maxwell, and he rather likes their direction.

It's endearing, to Duo, the fact that Wufei is clearly attempting to draw his eye, and yet he's blushing knowing that he's watching. Dare he say it, it's cute, even though he knows Wufei would probably flay him for even implying that he was capable of being cute.

Duo makes a pensive little sound as Wufei outlines his experience with the restaurant and their delivery, weighing his options and their time frame to see if he could think of possibilities. Or, well.. which possibilities would work best, considering DUo was never, ever, lacking in options that he could think of. Right now there seems to be one option that seems particularly enticing, particularly to begin with, maybe with getting comfortable with one another beyond casually spending time.

"Gives a decent amount of time, anyway. If you aren't invested in your tea I could make a suggestion."

Using the word cute would indeed be a very effective way to put an end to things before they'd even started. There aren't a lot of things Wufei is sensitive about, but being perceived as soft or weak or, gods forbid, feminine is at the top of that very short list.

The sound draws his attention back to Duo's eyes, and he smiles as he sets the teacup down, letting out an inquisitive hum. "Lucky you, it's Pu-erh. Suggest away," he even slides the pot and cup off to the side, as if they might use the table in some fashion -- he has no idea what Duo might suggest, and his own horizons are still woefully narrow in this arena. Still, he knows these sorts of things can be done in just about any locale and he's never thought of Duo as a particularly conventional sort. And if the night went well, he'd have good cause to pick it up as a topic of research, alleviate some of the creative burden from Duo's more than capable shoulders.

"I'll ask what the hell Pu-erh is later." He imagines it's a short of tea or something, but all the same, now isn't the time to ask about these things. Not yet, anyway. There will be time to ask at a different time if they're lucky and he doesn't get himself kicked out shortly after their meal or something similar. Duo is still well aware that to a point he still needs to behave himself lest he ruin everything.

"I bet I can suck you off before the food gets here. If you'll let me."

He was laughing at Duo's promise to ask about Pu-erh later when Duo gets to the more important part of that sentiment, and promptly chokes on his own spit, hand coming up to cover his mouth as that blush spreads wide, all the way down that delicate neck he'd been showing off. He sucks in a breath when he can, and laughs again at his own reaction to the forwardness of the remark.

He'd quite literally asked for it, on several layers, and had thankfully learned not to take himself as seriously as he used to or he probably would've been too pissed off at himself to see the humor in it. "I don't think that's very much of a challenge, but you're welcome to prove me wrong." Given that he'd never been touched by another person, he didn't expect himself to be able to hold back for long. Hell, he hardly even touched himself these days; He was practically a hair trigger.

Duo... well. He can't hold back the bit of laughter that bursts out of him as Wufei chokes. So far the whole asking bluntly thing had been working out, so far as he could tell, but if offering a blow job is going to have Wufei choking.. he deserves a little giggle for that. Without being punched, maybe? At any rate he reaches to lay a hand on Wufei's shoulder, trying to gently make sure that he wasn't actually in any danger of choking.

Once he's assured Wufei is fine, though, Duo's back to grinning that lopsided smirk, brows raising a bit on his forehead at the opportunity to prove him wrong. He isn't quite sure he's up to that challenge, though -

"If I prove you wrong, I think I might be doing it wrong." As far as Duo's concerned, that silver tongue isn't just for talking a snake into buying shoes, or however those metaphors go. Though with permission granted, Duo is eager to proceed.

"Here? I guess the table is a good height."

He hardly seems to notice the touch to his shoulder, let alone mind, as he gets his breathing back to something normal, and gives his head a shake. "As if I would know," he countered lightly, getting to his feet and then lowering himself on the edge of the table, legs crossed at the ankle as he leans back on his hands.

His earlier adjustment to show off his neck means the top half of his robe is loose, threatening to slip off his shoulders at the least provocation, but the tie at his waist will keep him covered until Duo decides to push the fabric out of the way -- and the robe, as luck would have it, is the only thing he's wearing. Beside the blush, anyway.

Wufei is trying to look at ease and nonchalant, but there's a certain level of nervousness that new experiences bring that keeps it from being convincing. It keeps him from smiling, but it doesn't erode his confidence at all and the expression is surprisingly close to the one he often wore before a battle, waiting for the enemy to arrive so he could lose himself in the passion of the fight. Duo might not be an enemy, but there was sure to be passion involved.

"Well, we'll see." Duo smiles as Wufei readjust himself, taking a moment to just... take him in. Look, he isn't sure how many times he'll get to enjoy the view, or even to see Wufei as he is right now. Relaxed, with a robe falling away from his shoulders and his hair down around his face. It's a rare thing, and something Duo doesn't intend to allow to slip through his fingers easily.

Though with permission given, Duo isn't going to waste a shred of time. Instead, he'll move to his knees, giving Wufei one last rake over with his eyes before he reaches to touch, war and work-roughened hands gentle as he traces along Wufei's collar bone, knowing that there will be more opportunities to touch soon enough. As much as he wants to linger here... he also doesn't want his food getting cold while he finishes off Wufei.

So, he'll lean in to lay a kiss at the center of Wufei's chest, already beginning to push that robe out of the way of his descent, lips and hints of a tongue tracing their way down Wufei's chest to his abdomen. Mischievous as always, Duo will flicker his eyes up to take a look and see how Wufei's reacting, through his bangs.

"Like I said before, Wu, say so and we can do whatever. Stop, faster, whatever."

It's party time!

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ok, back from yoga and dinner..

As I return from the pool and dinner. :D

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Sorry for the delay

No problem I was knocked out in bed sdfjhdisuh

Yeah, I uh. Accidentally drank enough pool water to ruin my night. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

oh noooooo the worst !!!!!!!!

It was very on-brand for me, unfortunately.

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