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[unbr8kable]

[By her smirk, that was at least partially the intent, and her hand travels a bit lower still]

So what's it the right "stuff" for?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - I dunno.

Lunch you said, r-right?

[His breath goes a little unsteady, at the wandering path of her hand]

[unbr8kable]

Mmm.

[She doesn't go farther, but doesn't pull her hand away either]

...The soba place has little private rooms. The western food place doesn't. What you got a taste for?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes even darker red, at that - can't seem to quite meet her eyes]

Either sounds - good.

M'just... real hungry.

[unbr8kable]

...I bet you are.

[However she starts them towards the yoshoku place, done up with fake bricks and fake wood, like any real(?) american(?) family restaurant would have]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Leaning in against her as they walk; he's getting better on the heels, though the mincing has, if anything, gotten worse]

Y-yeah, well, whose fault is that.

[unbr8kable]

Don't ask me. Ain't never seen you turn down many meals.

[She seats them at a table against the window; takes the seat with a view of the exit as usual. The chairs are metal with open backs; plenty of space even for the stiff skirt, though it might be a little chilly]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He looks like he means to reply - opens his mouth to, in fact - but whatever he'd meant to say cuts off abruptly when he sits himself down and realizes exactly how little the skirt covers]

[He flushes even darker - shifts, and then shifts again - glances arond to make sure the restaurant is in fact empty,]

[unbr8kable]

[Definitely keeping an eye on his reaction]

You good?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm good.

Just - feeling it, some.

[He reaches down, surreptitiously, to smooth down the front of his skirt,]

[unbr8kable]

[Watches that, too]

I mean. That's kinda the point, right? ...Or is it? Tell me, what's the big sell?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I mean, yeah.

S'kinda - yeah. Feeling it's, like - good.

[Catches himself, and flushes deeper, and puts his hands on the table,]

[unbr8kable]

[Smiles at that--crosses her legs at the knee, her foot tapping gently against his leg]

So what about something where the point's not-feeling it? Like, ah. Something more restrictive?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shivers, a little, at that tap against his leg]

Th-that, uh. That might be good, too.

[unbr8kable]

[It stays steady, more a normal sort of burning off nervous energy than intentional teasing]

Guess in either case you gotta wait... You really are into that, huh.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush goes darker still, and he ducks his head a little]

[Tellingly, he does not actually answer,,]

[unbr8kable]

[Huffs]

Hey, if that's what you're into, should wear that cock ring with pride. Ain't gonna get what you want 'less you ask for it, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah... yeah.

Guess so.

[He bites at his lip - glances back up, to try and gauge her expression]

[unbr8kable]

[She looks back at him, cocking her head; her expression seems open, if a little flushed]

I could help some, sometimes, if you wanted.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush has reached his ears again; he shifts a little, in the chair]

Help with, like...?

[unbr8kable]

[Smooths down her slacks]

Waiting, I guess. If you need some ideas, I mean.

[crossmyheartandhope]

That -

[He hesitates - licks at his lips, mouth suddenly very dry]

...yeah. Help sounds... good. Ideas, too.

[unbr8kable]

[She shifts, demeanor cool but flush deepening]

Okay. I got a couple might be interesting. Or at least that'd look good, I think.

[She looks at him this time, up through her lashes]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His cheeks creep darker still; he shifts again, in his chair. His hands are fidgeting at the edge of the table, now, like he's trying to keep them distracted from doing something,]

What, uh.

What kinda things were you thinking?

[unbr8kable]

Did you wanna talk about it?

[Pushes over a menu]

Order something and we can chat.