#averyspecificscent

    “What the fuck? What’s wrong with you? You can’t dress like that in public. That’s--fuck--don’t dress like that,” he chides, crossing his arms over his chest as he scans the guy with the judgmental and unperturbed eye of a suburban mom or a fashion-conscious yakuza. You can guess which category he belongs to.

    “it’s not very cute to watch horror movies, you know. romantic ones are so much better!” the boy started, chuckling as he sat down next to the other male. they had different tastes, so the movie they would choose would be a hard decision. “well that is, if what you really invited me for was actually watching a movie.” he suggested, raising a questioning eyebrow at the other. ironically, he was not very good at noticing other’s interest in him.

"We’ve been here before, Charley,” he tells him. He purposefully directs his gaze on him with the intensity of a thousand stares. Pressure. The boy needs to crack. Confess his desires. “Tell me what you want.” @averyspecificscent

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The demons lips had sought out the waiting pucker of the other man,lips around the muscle while his tongue had pressed inside. Humans always did have a specific taste about them, perhaps its why vampiresloved their blood? No matter, Daega was enjoying himself here, his facepressed between the other’s cheeks and feasting upon him like he was a meal fit for the dark lord himself. A hand on either cheek, his grip is rough,almost forceful as he holds him in place. 

“Sorry, say that again?” It wasn’t that Steve didn’t hear what was said, but more so that he didn’t fully understand. Whatever was just said nearly just went in one ear and out the other, or even quite over Steve’s head. “Just want to make sure I heard you right.”

being able to tell that charley at least knew about the supernatural world wasn’t hard. he knew that he had to be careful with how he acted around the other male, but his track record was pretty good. yet most people never questioned his origin or what he was because they thought that he was too standoffish. this wasn’t the case this time, so he had to make sure that he played his cards right. “sorry if i was rather off today. i spent the night watching horror movies and didn’t get much sleep.” he chuckled softly as he moved his right hand up to scratch the back of his neck. sure, he didn’t need sleep, but at least that was an excuse as to why he was in his own head that day. “i promise that i’m going to make it up to you. how about i take you out to the park for something to eat?”

    It’s always relieving to see another grown-ass man in the Sanrio store. He’s not a self-conscious man, by any means, and will gladly talk My Melody and Keroppi lore with middle schoolers picking out their plasticky pink backpacks for the new school year. But still--he has to wonder if he’s the only adult man in the world that owns this much Melody merchandise. He’s probably the only gangster in the world that does. “I’m shopping for myself.”