slippery when wet !

perhaps it was his attempt at sensuality, or maybe he was just so pent-up that even an innocent gesture came across as lewd; regardless, it's a bit of a show as he takes the tablet onto his tongue, leif's finger along with it. hell, he even rewards a bold move with one of his own, taking that digit down to base.

"  don't  sell  yourself  short,  young  friend.  the  night  is  still  young.  "  there  was  something  about  leland  that  leif  simply  loved  to  tease  and  also  provoke  him  into  wanting  more  for  himself  —  confidence  was  sexy  and  the  wolfe  was  far  too  famous  to  be  this  humble  and  worked  up.

a  cheshire  grin  found  its  way  onto  leif's  mouth  as  he  heard  shanii's  little  bit  of  snark  whether  it  be  through  jealousy  or  the  fact  that  perhaps,  façade  was  bragging  just  a  small  bit.  "  blame  me?  if  opportunity  knocks,  i'm  not  going  to  turn  it  down.  "  despite  his  own  growing  arousal,  leif  could  visibly  acknowledge  that  shanii  was  a  bit  too  worried  about  his  own  financial  independence  to  probably  feel  sexy  and  free.

leland would definitely describe himself as controlled chaos. where his irish twin was free and unpredictable, he was a bit more calculated and more than willing to wreak a little havoc. but it still implied control, something that, despite his protests, he didn't relinquish easily.

with  a  turn  of  his  head,  leif  let  out  a  light  chuckle  at  leland's  declaration  that  he  had  been  doing  something  dangerous.  perhaps,  certainly  but  also,  if  façade  was  a  betting  man  he'd  say  it  was  probably  something  tame  and  lackluster.  he  couldn't  tell  if  leland  was  uncomfortable  with  their  proximity  or  if  he  craved  the  tug  of  desire  from  anyone  who  might've  not  wanted  to  be  around  him  for  simply  being  a  wolfe  brother.  "  yes,  of  course  -  very  secret,  very  dangerous.  "

leif  couldn't  help  but  laugh  at  the  offense  taken  at  his  little  comment  about  the  kickstarters.  "  i  know,  they're  a  fucking  joke.  "  chuckling  to  himself  at  the  thought  of  them  even  remotely  trying  to  be  successors  for  the  seven  was  quite  the  laughing  matter.  "  wouldn't  know  —  i  started  my  career  with  the  overlords  and  worked  my  way  up  to  help  arcadia.  man's  mysterious  as  hell,  it's  why  he  needs  someone  to  do  a  lot  of  the  dirty  work.  even  i  don't  know  what  he  looks  like.  "  perhaps  in  another  life  facade  would've  been  a  hero,  but  the  villanous  life  paid  well  enough  and  kept  him  content  with  everything  his  putrid  little  heart  could  desire.  "  you  like?  i  just  moved  in  a  couple  of  months  ago.  i'd  lie  and  say  it's  too  bougie  for  me  but  i  can't  help  that  i  like  nice  shit.  "  a  little  laugh  before  gesturing  the  man  inside.  "  i  even  started  a  bath  for  you,  i  figure  you  were  coming  from  a  job  or  something.  "

that look made him feel invisible and the center of attention all at once. leif was the kind of unattainable that made him think of a teen drama, where the nerd lusts after the jock. naturally, he was a lot cooler than the average gamer, he had his brothers to thank for that; just lax enough to have fun and establish his own personal style, just disciplined enough to not be a total menace to society.

there  was  a  transparency  in  the  way  that  leif  looked  through  leland  but  also  right  at  him  too  of  a  man  who  knew  exactly  what  he  wanted  to  do  without  shame  or  hesitation  in  grasping  for  it.  after  a  year  or  so  of  now  knowing  leland,  he  wanted  to  see  the  man  loosen  his  grip  on  life  and  relax  especially  considering  their  location.

one of the youngest members of the wolfe dynasty felt as if he wasn't living up to his name. elite production family, old money, and yet he hadn't built up a reputation for being a party boy. well, his closest buddies were determined to turn things around for him.

leif  loved  a  good  fucking  party  —  there  was  something  about  the  fleeting  inhibition,  the  proximity  to  others,  and  the  slew  of  casual  drug  use  that  had  the  man  hooked.  it  felt  like  one  of  the  only  times  where  he  could  let  his  hair  down  and  just  enjoy  the  slop  and  mess  that  often  came  with  the  party.  this  time  it  had  been  a  rave,  the  quickened  bpms,  and  femboys  and  girls  licking  on  their  cherry  lollipops  as  if  they  weren't  high  out  of  their  minds.  that's  not  who  leif  wanted  though,  his  eyes  trailed  through  the  crowd  with  his  own  concoction  in  his  hand  while  the  man  moved  through  the  crowd  back  to  the  bar  where  a  group  of  usuals  appeared  and  that  only  meant  that  a  certain  mr.  leland  wolfe  would  be  there  too  being  adorably  awkward  in  his  body  and  seemingly  uncomfortable  with  the  attention.  leif  was  happy  to  play  the  part.