[Honestly the longer this entire messy cursed boat affair goes on, the more Wei Wuxian is going to succumb to his own naturally cursed nature... He's barely made an effort to tie his clothing back together?? He's just a chaotic mess of fabric, chest partially bared and one layer of robe not even hung on his shoulders properly. His hair is also braided! Hm. Thanks for the suggestion.
In any case, he waltzes his way on into the office and trots on over to Chuuya's chair with a lot of Man On A Mission vibes going on.]
It's Monday! [HE GETS ALL HIS BANGS OUT OF THE WAY... ON MONDAY... Apparently midday?? Stay hydrated, Wei Wuxian.] Not too busy, are you? There are a few things I want to try.
[...To see how well Chuuya's potentially undead body is doing, but, y'know.]
What, do you take care of all your business on Monday? Must be a booked schedule.
[Handing him a wineglass because yes, Chuuya was prepared... he's also looking him over a little critically, deciding if he likes the messy look or not.
It'd be hotter on someone who didn't live the way he Knows that Wei Wuxian does, he decides.]
Hah, as booked as a schedule can be under these circumstances!
[The irony of this is that he's fully aware of what he's implying and doesn't mean it at all, referring instead to his Booked Demon Hunting Schedule, but these words are going to come back and bite his ass when he realizes the aphro nonsense was not in fact a one-time thing.
Which hey how about that, they're about to find out!]
How flexible are you?
[Since his fingers sure do brush against Chuuya's while reaching for that glass.]
[Their fingers brush, and abruptly he's reconsidering? The messy look is good on him, actually. It suits him. It'd be extremely easy to get all of that off of him, much more so than usual, and that is absolutely where Chuuya's mind is going right now.
Which also means that since he came on over to Chuuya's chair, Chuuya is just going to pull him right into his lap. He's there? It's convenient? Also he needs his hands on him like immediately, already working on loosening those clothes further.
What can he say, it was already on his mind, and he's only human. The wineglass is set aside, though, because who do you think he is.]
[This is the second time today that this has happened to him - the second time in as many hours, in fact?? - and it still takes him by surprise. Their fingers touch! One wineglass is gone! Suddenly, he's on Chuuya's lap! It's a flurry of clothes and depositing precious alcohol in safer places.]
Hey—!!
[But despite the startled reaction, he thinks immediately that this is... exactly where he wants to be right now, hm. This is nice? Chuuya is comfortable, with good hands and a pretty face to boot. He's seized by the sudden urge to grab it, actually - hands to his cheeks, leaning his own face in close, shifting to straddle his lap and grinding down reflexively.]
—Be more gentle with me, would you? I'm delicate!
[Goddamn, he still has it in his gremlin heart to be this way even now... At least he makes up for it by shrugging out of some of his million layers of robes. Helping!!]
Are you? I could go a lot slower, if you're that worried...
[He's full of shit, he probably wouldn't have the patience for it right now, but by god he could try.
His breath catches at that grind, hips rising to meet his partner's as he leans in a little closer to catch Wei Wuxian's lower lip between his teeth in a teasing little bite; his hands remain busy trying to strip him, not yet bothering to focus on his own clothes. He'll realize that sooner or later.]
Or I could just stop touching. Wouldn't want to break you.
Hah! You're horrible, has anyone ever told you that?
[But his voice is light and amused, and he gives Chuuya's hair a playful tug before deciding to deal with this clothing problem himself, apparently. At least Chuuya isn't alone in his horny haste!! Is he wearing things with a million buttons like the fancy bougie shit he is...
Regardless, Wei Wuxian is doing his best to pry it all off and open so he can rudely shove his (probably cold) hands directly into Chuuya's shirt with a gremlin laugh. They skirt up his ribs, over to his back.]
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In any case, he waltzes his way on into the office and trots on over to Chuuya's chair with a lot of Man On A Mission vibes going on.]
It's Monday! [HE GETS ALL HIS BANGS OUT OF THE WAY... ON MONDAY... Apparently midday?? Stay hydrated, Wei Wuxian.] Not too busy, are you? There are a few things I want to try.
[...To see how well Chuuya's potentially undead body is doing, but, y'know.]
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[Handing him a wineglass because yes, Chuuya was prepared... he's also looking him over a little critically, deciding if he likes the messy look or not.
It'd be hotter on someone who didn't live the way he Knows that Wei Wuxian does, he decides.]
What do you want to try out?
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[The irony of this is that he's fully aware of what he's implying and doesn't mean it at all, referring instead to his Booked Demon Hunting Schedule, but these words are going to come back and bite his ass when he realizes the aphro nonsense was not in fact a one-time thing.
Which hey how about that, they're about to find out!]
How flexible are you?
[Since his fingers sure do brush against Chuuya's while reaching for that glass.]
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[Their fingers brush, and abruptly he's reconsidering? The messy look is good on him, actually. It suits him. It'd be extremely easy to get all of that off of him, much more so than usual, and that is absolutely where Chuuya's mind is going right now.
Which also means that since he came on over to Chuuya's chair, Chuuya is just going to pull him right into his lap. He's there? It's convenient? Also he needs his hands on him like immediately, already working on loosening those clothes further.
What can he say, it was already on his mind, and he's only human. The wineglass is set aside, though, because who do you think he is.]
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Hey—!!
[But despite the startled reaction, he thinks immediately that this is... exactly where he wants to be right now, hm. This is nice? Chuuya is comfortable, with good hands and a pretty face to boot. He's seized by the sudden urge to grab it, actually - hands to his cheeks, leaning his own face in close, shifting to straddle his lap and grinding down reflexively.]
—Be more gentle with me, would you? I'm delicate!
[Goddamn, he still has it in his gremlin heart to be this way even now... At least he makes up for it by shrugging out of some of his million layers of robes. Helping!!]
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[He's full of shit, he probably wouldn't have the patience for it right now, but by god he could try.
His breath catches at that grind, hips rising to meet his partner's as he leans in a little closer to catch Wei Wuxian's lower lip between his teeth in a teasing little bite; his hands remain busy trying to strip him, not yet bothering to focus on his own clothes. He'll realize that sooner or later.]
Or I could just stop touching. Wouldn't want to break you.
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[But his voice is light and amused, and he gives Chuuya's hair a playful tug before deciding to deal with this clothing problem himself, apparently. At least Chuuya isn't alone in his horny haste!! Is he wearing things with a million buttons like the fancy bougie shit he is...
Regardless, Wei Wuxian is doing his best to pry it all off and open so he can rudely shove his (probably cold) hands directly into Chuuya's shirt with a gremlin laugh. They skirt up his ribs, over to his back.]
You don't make this as easy as it should be!