"Not all of us hate them. Just, if you come from money, people usually go for a car service rather than sitting in traffic for an extra hour," Kip muses, then pauses, backtracking a bit. "Not that I'm judging. Nothing wrong with being independent and I guess you don't have to sweat the gas prices." Being filthy rich and all, Kip has an eye for things like this. Even if he hadn't seen the car, he would've known.
Kip snorts, holding his hands up in defeat. "Remember that when you get into your car tomorrow and it smells like grenadine and cranberry juice." But he does as he's told, slipping into the passenger seat while whistling at the crisp interior. He's seen pictures of the inside of one, but he never thought his ass would be plopped into the seat of one.
"Oh, no, that's definitely a second date kind of activity," Kip jokes, giving him a wink as he settles into the seat and slips his seatbelt on. He makes no secret of the way he occasionally glances over, sizing him up. Color him impressed, he wouldn't have pegged him as a bottom, but that doesn't sour the mood at all. If anything, he is even more intrigued.
"And I'd rather not have to deal with a car service if I want to have a quickie in the backseat." He responds back, unable to hide that grin. Is he joking or serious? Who knows, he'll have to figure that out at some point or another. He would have absolutely figured it out once they get to his home, but at least his use of money seems more... practical than anything else? Weird.
"It'll be a nice reminder of the bartender I brought home the night before." See? Think positively, Kip. It's not the newest model and shows signs of having been used, but still very, very well taken care of, at least. And if he's looking around the car itself he may spy what seems to be an ID badge of some sort in the cup holder. Not that his card didn't have his name on it, but this one spells it out as well and outs him as working in Queensboro Correctional Facility and as a chaplain. Well, he didn't lie about any of that at least.
"Then that'll have to wait until it's warmer out, Florida native and all." He can't help but tease him back before starting the car after putting his own seatbelt on and heading out. Thankfully the streets aren't too busy and it shouldn't take long. So unless Kip wants to ask more questions, it'll be a rather short ride to the gated parking area of a luxury-looking highrise.
"Quickie?" Kip snorts, shooting him an amused look. "You don't strike me as the type of guy who likes it quick. I'm not," he adds casually, giving him a vision of what the night has to offer. It won't be quick, he intends to take his time with him and, whether he realizes it or not, he'll likely repeat the process several times throughout the night.
"Charming me even when you know it's a sure thing? Should I be worried?" He teases, shifting in his seat so he can watch him more closely. He takes in the way the city lights dance off of his face as they pass them, lighting up that beautifully dark skin. Truthfully, he can't wait to taste it, to have him ride him until he's so far gone that the only name he can remember is his. The badge is noted, and he tucks that information away for later.
"Yeah? I don't know, I think I could keep you warm enough. Or distract you enough that you don't even notice it." He's confident for a reason but, when he notices how short the drive was, he laughs. "Fucking rich people," comes the playful jab, "next time you should take the scenic route, really makes warming up more exciting."
"Not generally, but sometimes I just don't have the time depending on what's going on at work." Oh, he won't complain about any of that at all since he generally prefers things to take their time and be absolutely exhausted by the end of it all. He glances over at him with a soft huff of a laugh. "And good, I don't have work tomorrow so we have all the time in the world."
Worried? Oh come on now. "Only if you regret it later, I suppose." Truthfully, he's pretty sure outside of the whole "money" aspect of himself, there's not much he really should be worried about. He's been entirely up-front with him about everything and he's a pretty open book as far as answering questions go. Thankfully he does keep his attention mostly on the road and even in these lights it's probably clear that this man also takes very good care of himself, probably one of those people with a multi-step skincare routine.
Once he parks he bites back a laugh, turning the car off and shifting to actually look at him properly with a raised brow. "Oh? Did you need to be warmed up? Could have fooled me." He certainly didn't need to be while watching him work and that bottle of wine. "I could always hit every single button in the elevator to make it take longer if you'd like." ... Admittedly, he's not even sure if he could last that long without having to do something, but at this time of night he's fairly certain no one would intrude on them anyway.
Carefully, he picks up the badge and dangles it in front of his face, twirling it between his fingers. If he makes a move to grab it, he leans back and holds it just out of reach, though it's only a ploy to get him a little closer. "Yeah, well, now my imagination is running wild. Maybe you can tell me about it sometime." Anytime else, other than right now. To sell the point, he leans over, tucks the badge into his pocket, and tucks his face into the crook of his neck to murmur against the skin.
"Lead the way? Otherwise, I might have to take you to the backseat." And he will do it, judging by the heat in his eyes when he pulls away just enough to look at him with a lazy smile. "Life's too short to have regrets, I probably don't have to tell a chaplain that, though." Spiritual journeys, and the like.
"Me? No, born and raised here, this is practically a heatwave." With snow on the horizon for the morning, tomorrow would probably be even less agreeable with his newfound possibly-into-some-shit-shit Floridan hookup. Huffing out a laugh, he takes the initiative to get out of the car first, actually walking over to open the door for him.
"This night's gonna be predictable as fuck if you keep sharing all my trade secrets like this. How long do you think you could hold on for? Every floor?" For one reason or another, he doesn't think so. Not to toot his own horn, but no one has ever left a session with him feeling unsatisfied. Curious, he flicks his attention down to the front of Enrico's pants, humming with unabashed interest. Unnoticeable to anyone not looking directly at it, sure, but evidently, he's given him a lot to mull over during the short drive.
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Date: 2026-05-03 11:39 pm (UTC)Kip snorts, holding his hands up in defeat. "Remember that when you get into your car tomorrow and it smells like grenadine and cranberry juice." But he does as he's told, slipping into the passenger seat while whistling at the crisp interior. He's seen pictures of the inside of one, but he never thought his ass would be plopped into the seat of one.
"Oh, no, that's definitely a second date kind of activity," Kip jokes, giving him a wink as he settles into the seat and slips his seatbelt on. He makes no secret of the way he occasionally glances over, sizing him up. Color him impressed, he wouldn't have pegged him as a bottom, but that doesn't sour the mood at all. If anything, he is even more intrigued.
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Date: 2026-05-04 12:04 am (UTC)"It'll be a nice reminder of the bartender I brought home the night before." See? Think positively, Kip. It's not the newest model and shows signs of having been used, but still very, very well taken care of, at least. And if he's looking around the car itself he may spy what seems to be an ID badge of some sort in the cup holder. Not that his card didn't have his name on it, but this one spells it out as well and outs him as working in Queensboro Correctional Facility and as a chaplain. Well, he didn't lie about any of that at least.
"Then that'll have to wait until it's warmer out, Florida native and all." He can't help but tease him back before starting the car after putting his own seatbelt on and heading out. Thankfully the streets aren't too busy and it shouldn't take long. So unless Kip wants to ask more questions, it'll be a rather short ride to the gated parking area of a luxury-looking highrise.
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Date: 2026-05-06 06:17 am (UTC)"Charming me even when you know it's a sure thing? Should I be worried?" He teases, shifting in his seat so he can watch him more closely. He takes in the way the city lights dance off of his face as they pass them, lighting up that beautifully dark skin. Truthfully, he can't wait to taste it, to have him ride him until he's so far gone that the only name he can remember is his. The badge is noted, and he tucks that information away for later.
"Yeah? I don't know, I think I could keep you warm enough. Or distract you enough that you don't even notice it." He's confident for a reason but, when he notices how short the drive was, he laughs. "Fucking rich people," comes the playful jab, "next time you should take the scenic route, really makes warming up more exciting."
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Date: 2026-05-06 12:53 pm (UTC)Worried? Oh come on now. "Only if you regret it later, I suppose." Truthfully, he's pretty sure outside of the whole "money" aspect of himself, there's not much he really should be worried about. He's been entirely up-front with him about everything and he's a pretty open book as far as answering questions go. Thankfully he does keep his attention mostly on the road and even in these lights it's probably clear that this man also takes very good care of himself, probably one of those people with a multi-step skincare routine.
Once he parks he bites back a laugh, turning the car off and shifting to actually look at him properly with a raised brow. "Oh? Did you need to be warmed up? Could have fooled me." He certainly didn't need to be while watching him work and that bottle of wine. "I could always hit every single button in the elevator to make it take longer if you'd like." ... Admittedly, he's not even sure if he could last that long without having to do something, but at this time of night he's fairly certain no one would intrude on them anyway.
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Date: 2026-05-16 11:19 pm (UTC)"Lead the way? Otherwise, I might have to take you to the backseat." And he will do it, judging by the heat in his eyes when he pulls away just enough to look at him with a lazy smile. "Life's too short to have regrets, I probably don't have to tell a chaplain that, though." Spiritual journeys, and the like.
"Me? No, born and raised here, this is practically a heatwave." With snow on the horizon for the morning, tomorrow would probably be even less agreeable with his newfound possibly-into-some-shit-shit Floridan hookup. Huffing out a laugh, he takes the initiative to get out of the car first, actually walking over to open the door for him.
"This night's gonna be predictable as fuck if you keep sharing all my trade secrets like this. How long do you think you could hold on for? Every floor?" For one reason or another, he doesn't think so. Not to toot his own horn, but no one has ever left a session with him feeling unsatisfied. Curious, he flicks his attention down to the front of Enrico's pants, humming with unabashed interest. Unnoticeable to anyone not looking directly at it, sure, but evidently, he's given him a lot to mull over during the short drive.