"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: 2026-05-06 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.
jesus christ, i dragged ass on this one
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.