[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Were this a cartoon, Corbin would have floated into the kitchen, pulled by two hands made of the delicious smells that were wafting out. But it's not, so he just licks his lips as he oh so innocently wanders in, spying that bacon.
"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
Max can almost picture it, with that look on Corbin's face. He smiles wide at the compliment. It doesn't matter how many times anyone says they love his cooking, it never gets old for him.
"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
In the time it has taken him to get the skillet ready and in the oven, Corbin has polished off most of the bacon, having hopped up to sit on the counter and letting his legs swing as he licks grease from his fingertips.
"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
"I can do that." He lead Max over the the bar, depositing him next to a bar stool so he could slide behind the bar.
"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
Max perched on the stool and put both elbows up on the bar to watch Corbin work with rapt attention. Drink making was a skill close to cooking, so obviously he was interested in it. Corbin moved like a pro. It was still astonishing to Max that he was only nineteen. He acted so much older.
"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
"Yeah, they're not the strongest thing here, but they're pretty tasty." He had more than one drink that was mostly alcohol and just didn't taste like it. Some of that was probably because fairy liquor, but some of it was just the alcohol itself.
And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
The tug on his tie sent a thrill right through him. Max knew Corbin's excuse was flimsy, at best, but that didn't stop him from leaning in greedily. Corbin would get a good taste when Max opened his lips to receive him and stuck his tongue forward to taste Corbin back.
Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
When you have a tie that Max just insists on wearing pretty much anywhere, it really just begs to be tugged on. Why else would he be wearing it? (Maybe because he likes to.)
But he wraps the tie around his hand a bit better, giving himself more of a grip to keep Max where he wants him. He makes a pleased noise as he tastes the sweetness on Max's tongue, sucking on it to get all the flavor off. He pulls away after a long moment and licks his lips with a smile. "Tastes pretty good." Does he mean the drink or Max's kisses? Well. Yes.
The answer is both. Max feels naked without his tie. But, he also loves to get naked except for his tie, too, because it makes such a fun handle. The possibilities are so varied!
"Mmmm," he hums into the kiss, and keeps humming as they break away. "I'll say it does."
There's a hungry spark in Max's eyes. His gaze goes slowly to Corbin's fingers wrapped around the silk at his neck, and his grin grows.
"Looks like you have a good handle on the drink offerings. Why don't you show me what else you can whip up?"
Well, that grin is promising as hell, and Corbin licks his lips. "Think I might be able to come up with somethin for you." He does have to let go of Max's tie, but just long enough to come around the end of the bar and get a nice hold of it again.
He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
Max is aglow at the end of that kiss. He follows along like a happy puppy on his tie-made-leash, easily letting himself be backed to the couch, smiling the whole way there.
"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
"Oh that's a dangerous thing to tell someone, Max." He generally liked more of an idea of what his partner wanted in a given moment, otherwise his mind just got a bit overwhelmed by possibility.
But for now he sat down on the couch, pulling on Max's tie for another kiss, because Max was a pretty good kisser and it gave him a bit of space to think of something. "Anything you don't want me doin? Hate to ruin the mood." He knew Max liked a spanking, but if Max was going to say "do what you want" he'd rather not bump into something that he really didn't like on accident. Corbin was too much of a people pleaser for that.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Okay, maybe less flirting and more suggesting might be in order.
Right after he finishes this kiss because Corbin is also a great kisser and he could get very used to having this as his new regular order behind the bar.
All right, now he needed to answer that question. Which... should be easy, but now he was having trouble conjuring up anything specific to say.
"Well... I'm uh, not a feet guy. So, nothing with that? I'm just as good taking and receiving, so I leave that order of preference up to you." He means that. He's a true blue switch.
"Aaand, depending on how kinky you wanna go, a little pain is fun, but not to excess? You can keep pulling on my tie all day, though, I can't get enough of that." Hopefully, that would give Corbin something to work with.
Corbin knows that feeling, it was easy enough to know what you wanted, but getting it out was a whole other things entirely. He could definitely sympathize with Max on that.
He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
Max, if asked to specify, would admit that shoes can be hot, and that's it's really just bare feet he's not interested in, but he's still learning the ropes on how to describe any of this and there's a lot of learning left to do.
"Oh, yeah... I'm not really into humiliating anyone. Actually, I don't think I could stand to say anything too mean to a person..."
He makes a somewhat confused face at CBT. He's never actually heard that abbreviation used before. "Um. I hope you'll forgive my ignorance. I haven't been around Daniel long enough yet to pick up some of these terms. But the general idea for me is, well, I can even go so far as breaking skin or having bruises, but only the kind that are going to heal on their own in a few days, you know?" He could do more. HAS done more, but that's not his general preference unless there's someone around who's willing to pick him up and carry him to bed after. That usually requires a vampire's strength...
Corbin is reading him well today. The tie around his neck like a leash is putting him in the mood to do as he's directed rather than take the lead. Especially when Corbin leans in to kiss his neck like that.
"You could say it's one of my favorite impromptu toys..." Max is starting to say then he let's out a loud "UNF!" and practically melts into a puddle. His breath comes hard and fast, and his limb start to tremble so suddenly it's almost alarming.
"Oh, fuuuck," he groans. "That's good." Corbin has found Max's absolute favorite thing, teeth on his neck.
Corbin shrugs "Some folks like it, and that's great. Uh, CBT is like, hurting someone's junk. We can talk 'bout it later, I ain't gonna step on you or nothin'." No, what he had planned for Max had nothing to do with anything like that. He didn't even really plan to bruise him, but it was good to know for some other time.
"It's a real nice toy, I ain't ever been much for ties, but I think I could change my mind." He licks his lips as he says it, giving Max another nibble.
"You're lookin a little shaky there Max, here sit down." He'll guide him down til he's sitting on the couch next to him and then he'll swing over so he's straddling Max's lap, one hand still on that tie. "There, that better?" He unbuttons the top couple of buttons on Max's shirt, tugging on the tie to get it looser, making him look a bit disheveled. The look he's giving him is one that's eager, and he's smiling as he looks down at him, making him stew for a bit before he leans in to kiss and nibble on some more of that newly bared skin.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)[This is said quite cheerfully, Corbin was a good guy sure, but he was also more than happy to get spanked sometimes.]
Does watchin you work mean I get to try shit out while you make it?
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:47 pm (UTC)[A touch of pink colors Max's cheeks.]
But I'm not willing to burn the man's kitchen to make it happen. And, yes, if you hang around you automatically get to lick the spoon.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:54 am (UTC)[He opens his mouth, closes it, decides fuck it okay, and says it]
Well, I might wanna lick somethin else too...
[It was too easy. And he really wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2020-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)Oh yeah? I might like that.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:47 am (UTC)[If he wasn't holding the tome Max would be getting some finger guns.]
[Okay is this awkward now? He should go back to work]
Um, anyway, I gotta get back to work, lemme know when you're makin the biscuits, okay?
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Date: 2020-08-16 06:03 pm (UTC)[The little (relatively speaking) man in his pants is perking up at the idea already. Max has to make an effort not to imagine too much.]
Come on by after work and bring me that pan. I'll have everything I need by then.
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Date: 2020-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
Hey Max? You in here?
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:23 pm (UTC)The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Yes god thank fuck
Date: 2020-08-18 02:32 pm (UTC)"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
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Date: 2020-08-19 02:19 am (UTC)"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:30 am (UTC)"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
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Date: 2020-08-22 04:40 pm (UTC)"I could go for something..." Another laugh as he was led by the apron strings out to the bar area, crunching on his bacon as he walked.
"Why don't you make me your house special?"
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Date: 2020-08-23 03:21 am (UTC)"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
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Date: 2020-08-23 11:34 pm (UTC)"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:11 am (UTC)And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:55 am (UTC)Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
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Date: 2020-08-27 04:25 am (UTC)But he wraps the tie around his hand a bit better, giving himself more of a grip to keep Max where he wants him. He makes a pleased noise as he tastes the sweetness on Max's tongue, sucking on it to get all the flavor off. He pulls away after a long moment and licks his lips with a smile. "Tastes pretty good." Does he mean the drink or Max's kisses? Well. Yes.
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Date: 2020-08-27 04:10 pm (UTC)"Mmmm," he hums into the kiss, and keeps humming as they break away. "I'll say it does."
There's a hungry spark in Max's eyes. His gaze goes slowly to Corbin's fingers wrapped around the silk at his neck, and his grin grows.
"Looks like you have a good handle on the drink offerings. Why don't you show me what else you can whip up?"
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Date: 2020-09-09 05:12 am (UTC)He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
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Date: 2020-09-10 02:09 am (UTC)"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
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Date: 2020-09-14 12:22 pm (UTC)But for now he sat down on the couch, pulling on Max's tie for another kiss, because Max was a pretty good kisser and it gave him a bit of space to think of something. "Anything you don't want me doin? Hate to ruin the mood." He knew Max liked a spanking, but if Max was going to say "do what you want" he'd rather not bump into something that he really didn't like on accident. Corbin was too much of a people pleaser for that.
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Date: 2020-09-15 03:55 am (UTC)Right after he finishes this kiss because Corbin is also a great kisser and he could get very used to having this as his new regular order behind the bar.
All right, now he needed to answer that question. Which... should be easy, but now he was having trouble conjuring up anything specific to say.
"Well... I'm uh, not a feet guy. So, nothing with that? I'm just as good taking and receiving, so I leave that order of preference up to you." He means that. He's a true blue switch.
"Aaand, depending on how kinky you wanna go, a little pain is fun, but not to excess? You can keep pulling on my tie all day, though, I can't get enough of that." Hopefully, that would give Corbin something to work with.
"What about you? Since we're on the subject?"
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Date: 2020-09-21 05:53 am (UTC)He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
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Date: 2020-09-21 06:38 pm (UTC)"Oh, yeah... I'm not really into humiliating anyone. Actually, I don't think I could stand to say anything too mean to a person..."
He makes a somewhat confused face at CBT. He's never actually heard that abbreviation used before. "Um. I hope you'll forgive my ignorance. I haven't been around Daniel long enough yet to pick up some of these terms. But the general idea for me is, well, I can even go so far as breaking skin or having bruises, but only the kind that are going to heal on their own in a few days, you know?" He could do more. HAS done more, but that's not his general preference unless there's someone around who's willing to pick him up and carry him to bed after. That usually requires a vampire's strength...
Corbin is reading him well today. The tie around his neck like a leash is putting him in the mood to do as he's directed rather than take the lead. Especially when Corbin leans in to kiss his neck like that.
"You could say it's one of my favorite impromptu toys..." Max is starting to say then he let's out a loud "UNF!" and practically melts into a puddle. His breath comes hard and fast, and his limb start to tremble so suddenly it's almost alarming.
"Oh, fuuuck," he groans. "That's good." Corbin has found Max's absolute favorite thing, teeth on his neck.
~One month later~
Date: 2020-10-25 12:04 am (UTC)"It's a real nice toy, I ain't ever been much for ties, but I think I could change my mind." He licks his lips as he says it, giving Max another nibble.
"You're lookin a little shaky there Max, here sit down." He'll guide him down til he's sitting on the couch next to him and then he'll swing over so he's straddling Max's lap, one hand still on that tie. "There, that better?" He unbuttons the top couple of buttons on Max's shirt, tugging on the tie to get it looser, making him look a bit disheveled. The look he's giving him is one that's eager, and he's smiling as he looks down at him, making him stew for a bit before he leans in to kiss and nibble on some more of that newly bared skin.
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