[The drinks are potent tonight. Charlie is, of course, aware of the Resort fare's 'encouraging' qualities. Everyone is. A point he'd insist to Fuuta, were their banter still the verbal sort. As the boy is now, he's clearly beyond coherent words.
With eyes on his lips, Charlie makes no effort to dampen his own eagerness. Top lip curls over teeth, worried beneath before his mouth simply hangs, open slightly. Lips parted, his tongue visibly toys behind his incisor - clear desire even without the haze of addled alcohol.
But what Charlie wants is blood.
The risk that Fuuta's vitae will afflict him similarly presents a small challenge, but... if the boy works through his frustration, the potency of the drug should diminish. Conclusion reinforced by the strength of Charlie's lust, rather than logic, his fingers curl one by one, slowly, against the table.
Impatient. But not so much as his dinner date. Charlie's brow raises, overstated surprise, when Fuuta stands abruptly. He mirrors the move, his watch lighting up to deduct chips for their meal. Typically, Charlie uses a little mind trick to get free or discounted checks, but his ledger is far from his mind.]
Yeah, I bet you are- [With no discretion whatsoever, Charlie looks pointedly from Fuuta's erection to his face.] -but it looks like you need some help gettin' there. [Running curved knuckles along the edge of the table, Charlie closes the distance between them to grab the boy's bicep. Supportive, but trapping, he pulls Fuuta away from the table and into another stride.
Once they're moving, he leans down to speak quietly - too loud to be a whisper - in his ear.] You'll wanna move quick, or more people are gonna see you like this.
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With eyes on his lips, Charlie makes no effort to dampen his own eagerness. Top lip curls over teeth, worried beneath before his mouth simply hangs, open slightly. Lips parted, his tongue visibly toys behind his incisor - clear desire even without the haze of addled alcohol.
But what Charlie wants is blood.
The risk that Fuuta's vitae will afflict him similarly presents a small challenge, but... if the boy works through his frustration, the potency of the drug should diminish. Conclusion reinforced by the strength of Charlie's lust, rather than logic, his fingers curl one by one, slowly, against the table.
Impatient. But not so much as his dinner date. Charlie's brow raises, overstated surprise, when Fuuta stands abruptly. He mirrors the move, his watch lighting up to deduct chips for their meal. Typically, Charlie uses a little mind trick to get free or discounted checks, but his ledger is far from his mind.]
Yeah, I bet you are- [With no discretion whatsoever, Charlie looks pointedly from Fuuta's erection to his face.] -but it looks like you need some help gettin' there. [Running curved knuckles along the edge of the table, Charlie closes the distance between them to grab the boy's bicep. Supportive, but trapping, he pulls Fuuta away from the table and into another stride.
Once they're moving, he leans down to speak quietly - too loud to be a whisper - in his ear.] You'll wanna move quick, or more people are gonna see you like this.