[ Claude laughs. It's a quiet, throaty sound, far from the put-on chuckles and peals of laughter that Manjiro has heard him put on when entertaining other guests, schmoozing with people he needs to schmooze with, charming people out of their secrets. God, this is a bad idea. But he's made so many mistakes -- why not settle for one that brings him a little bit of joy, at least for now? He chases away the ideas of where this could possibly be going to lean further over the counter, knee propped up against one of the shelves, and grips Manjiro by the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him harder.
By the time he pulls away again his mouth is red and plump, and he hops over the counter to sit on top, bracketing Manjiro's between his thighs. He leans down again, tapping their foreheads together. ]
Hey, baby. [ Nobody else would get away with calling him that, would they? It's kind of thrilling. ]
No need to keep all that space between us anymore, right?
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By the time he pulls away again his mouth is red and plump, and he hops over the counter to sit on top, bracketing Manjiro's between his thighs. He leans down again, tapping their foreheads together. ]
Hey, baby. [ Nobody else would get away with calling him that, would they? It's kind of thrilling. ]
No need to keep all that space between us anymore, right?