open to: (verse)bottoms. the usual, aka: beef. beef. beef. 28+. connections: strangers, someone new he's been seeing for a while. plot: vost is an agent for a spy agency and trying to honey trap your muse. your muse can be part of the company/organisation/shady business or just a way in. your muse should be unaware of vost's ulterior motives. they could have just met or had been on a few dates already. can play vost as str8/curious/thinking he's just doing this for the job only to discover otherwise, just lmk. verse/setting: modern, coffee shop/bar/restaurant.
Vost chuckled, glancing downwards into his drink for a bit. “Uh… you know, you’re the funniest guy I’ve spoken to in a while.” His nervousness wasn’t all an act, it had been a while since he’d been out in the dating/hook-up scene after all. There really wasn't much time for any of that, especially with how demanding his job was — though if the other man were to ask, so was his cover job as a construction manager. The agent placed his hand on the man’s thigh then, giving him a small smile. Vost knew he had been getting good vibes from his mark, so he gambled by being a little bit more forward. "I was thinking... maybe... you'd wanna get out of here?"
