#reply;ans

Zitao quirked an eyebrow from the last sentence that was muttered, becoming a bit more suspicious. "Gentle and teasing, huh? Well, that can turn into something more mischievous, would you mind that?"

It was odd to Zitao when he was confronted in such way, lean arms embracing him so suddenly that the man flinched from the warmth that enveloped him. His instinct was to immediately push away the body who dared to embrace him, but as he glanced down to the perpetrator’s face, there was something that held him back. That maybe he shouldn’t make any sudden movements, so the man only sported a look of confusion and a quirk of his eyebrow before speaking in a low tone. “Did…Did you need some help…?”

"Due to my…outgoing nature, I don’t use my toys very much, but I do have a small collection. It comes in handy when I’m feeling frisky myself, or when I have to have a bit of fun with my partner. My collection is small, about 5-6 toys, so they’re all my favorite."

”Well, isn’t that the most fun of it? I’ll leave it at that.”

Too much dirty talk.

Zitao stared at Noah with a deadpan expression from his little joke. "Noah, I did not mean just taking me with you as your collection. A human isn't something you can collect. But stamps, rocks, coins, pens, pictures, and other miscellaneous things, you can."

Zitao had gotten back late from a work appointment, it left his body feeling lethargic from the rigorous exercise but his soul feeling energized from the feeding as well. As the man silently approached his door, he caught sight of the soft glow of light seeping underneath the crack of the door. Zitao furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he had thought he turned off all the lights before leaving but apparently not. The man only sighed as he punched in his code, the familiar welcoming of the lock system echoing in the entrance hallway. He expected to hear the sound of Candy’s paws scrapping against the hardwood  floor but heard nothing, it was quite odd. Zitao slipped off his shoes and hung his coat, clothed feet soundlessly padding against the floor as he entered his living room. He hadn’t noticed the lanky, tall figure draped across his couch until moments later. Ah, no wonder things were a bit off. Chanyeol had managed to fit himself into the couch that wasn’t long enough to accommodate the length of his body, leaving his feet to slip over the edge of the armrest and arm dangling on the floor. Zitao snickered to himself quietly from the comical scene, although his gaze softened as he trailed his eyes to Candy who had snuggled herself against Chanyeol’s chest into a small ball of snow. He didn’t want to disturb the moment. There was a ghost of a fond smile on the incubus’ lips from the look of peacefulness and content that decorated Chanyeol’s features. Zitao stood there for a few more moments before he turned off the lights and made his way to his bedroom to ready himself for bed. He’d wake up to Chanyeol bitching about staying up to wait for him and accidentally falling sleep on the couch (even if he knew his bed and the guest room’s bed was perfectly open), but no way in hell would he move Chanyeol on his own. No matter how fond Zitao felt.

Zitao thought to himself it wasn’t the greatest day to go shopping in this particular store as they were nearly millions of sales going on simultaneously, and women were practically throwing themselves at the clothing and calling dibs on them. Though once he reached the men’s section, it wasn’t as heated and the man breathed a sigh of relief. He was fortunate to not be born as a woman, then he wouldn’t have to go through all the pain or struggles of other woman nearly killing you for a piece of clothing that would surely be in stock in about a week or so. Zitao took his time to shift through the racks, murmuring to himself about a few items before the man garnered about three pieces to try on and headed over to the changing area. Compared to the five changing areas dedicated in the women’s area, there was only two in the men’s. One was already occupied, so Zitao mistook as the second as empty. Though once he swung open the door and took a step inside, there was another figure already inside the small cubicle. Both men stared wide eyed at one another, Zitao’s gaze wondering down to the pants the stranger was evidently tugging on but was interrupted about half way. Leaving for Zitao to admire for a few moments before the dark orbs flickered back to the stranger’s stare. “Ah—I’m sorry. I mistook this as empty, my apologies.” Zitao stated in a calm tone, immediately backing out and closing the door. The man had to admit, the stranger wasn’t so bad looking from the angle he got.