Edmund grinned broadly at the visible display of frustrated voyeurism. He did so love to tease. It was even better seeing Zexion take the bait. He turned the little square, minus a corner, over and around between two broad fingers.
He was playing with fire, so to speak, his lewd talk endangering their precious table in the chaste establishment. Still, he could swear Zexion was wiggling almost imperceptibly in his seat, could feel the stirring of his boot and a phantom touch on the bottom of his own foot, and it was all worth it.
Glancing at the indicated couple snuggled up together on their benchseat, which inspired no small amount of envy in his breast for multiple reasons, Edmund turned a placating eye back to Zexion and inclined his head. An eagle-eyed matron in a severe black frock and apron hovered within earshot, ready to pounce if there was any more indication of indiscriminate grinding. He coughed to cover his grin. "A thousand apologies for my crudeness," he said off-handedly to his partner in crime. "I but named the customs of this city that I surely could not dream of doing in such a fine place as this." There. That might give them a moment's breathing room.
He waited a few breathless moments until the dowager's back was turned, silently contemplating the caramel between his fingers until the precise second of safety. "Very well, I'm a trite hack, but you seem to like it," and with shameless abandon, he popped half of the morsel between his lips. He didn't have to feign enjoyment. Even as a child, he'd reveled in the plush mouthfeel of a soft gooey trifle, relishing not just the sweet taste but the indulgent pillowy texture. Such an innocent vice, he marvelled now, closing plump lips around the rounded corners, teeth sinking a bisecting line through the pliable confection. Its sugars melted across his appreciative taste buds, in no haste to swallow until he was quite done masticating.
"Hnn...mm!" This time his eyes did close, so he could probably turn the other senses to the full enjoyment of his dessert. Just for a moment, as taste and smell and feel and even the muffled swish in his ears of his tongue and jaw working wet circles within his mouth narrowed all his focus, but he couldn't resist peeking once more beneath his lashes at his mate. He took his time swallowing the bite. A crystal of coarse salt clung to his bottom lip, still wind-reddened from his walk, and he swiped at it with his tongue. "Nothing chaste about that sweet. Pure epicurean debauchery. Won't you try one?"
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Date: 2016-11-24 07:15 pm (UTC)He was playing with fire, so to speak, his lewd talk endangering their precious table in the chaste establishment. Still, he could swear Zexion was wiggling almost imperceptibly in his seat, could feel the stirring of his boot and a phantom touch on the bottom of his own foot, and it was all worth it.
Glancing at the indicated couple snuggled up together on their benchseat, which inspired no small amount of envy in his breast for multiple reasons, Edmund turned a placating eye back to Zexion and inclined his head. An eagle-eyed matron in a severe black frock and apron hovered within earshot, ready to pounce if there was any more indication of indiscriminate grinding. He coughed to cover his grin. "A thousand apologies for my crudeness," he said off-handedly to his partner in crime. "I but named the customs of this city that I surely could not dream of doing in such a fine place as this." There. That might give them a moment's breathing room.
He waited a few breathless moments until the dowager's back was turned, silently contemplating the caramel between his fingers until the precise second of safety. "Very well, I'm a trite hack, but you seem to like it," and with shameless abandon, he popped half of the morsel between his lips. He didn't have to feign enjoyment. Even as a child, he'd reveled in the plush mouthfeel of a soft gooey trifle, relishing not just the sweet taste but the indulgent pillowy texture. Such an innocent vice, he marvelled now, closing plump lips around the rounded corners, teeth sinking a bisecting line through the pliable confection. Its sugars melted across his appreciative taste buds, in no haste to swallow until he was quite done masticating.
"Hnn...mm!" This time his eyes did close, so he could probably turn the other senses to the full enjoyment of his dessert. Just for a moment, as taste and smell and feel and even the muffled swish in his ears of his tongue and jaw working wet circles within his mouth narrowed all his focus, but he couldn't resist peeking once more beneath his lashes at his mate. He took his time swallowing the bite. A crystal of coarse salt clung to his bottom lip, still wind-reddened from his walk, and he swiped at it with his tongue. "Nothing chaste about that sweet. Pure epicurean debauchery. Won't you try one?"