[ The surprise in his eyes, the widening and the darting from his lap where their hands touch and back to Irving's face, is genuine. He wasn't expecting to be touched, not first, but he adapts, watching the slow retreat of the other man's hand and reaching out to take it himself, looking both more sure, now that the contact has been initiated by the other party, and more vulnerable, in reaching back. In admitting to wanting. ]
I am suggesting... [ slowly, choosing his words carefully. this is a precarious tipping point, and Irving is easily spooked. The suggestion comes out as more of a purr than anything, making the vulgarity of it sound sweet. ] Perhaps we should go somewhere else, and force them to knock that first item off your list.
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I am suggesting... [ slowly, choosing his words carefully. this is a precarious tipping point, and Irving is easily spooked. The suggestion comes out as more of a purr than anything, making the vulgarity of it sound sweet. ] Perhaps we should go somewhere else, and force them to knock that first item off your list.