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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:08 am
Isaiah paused at the suggestion, and his fingers drew upward toward his mouth while splayed apart, as if they meant to catch his vice from his lips but paused in a web of naked astonishment. He smiled, then, and shook his head in the drawling rain. "Of course," he responded easily. "That would've been the easiest choice." Here he talked of distance and privacy when the rain poured its darkness over the late afternoon and windows would fog with the heat coming off the both of them. Why bother with parks or residences? Why waste gas on scouring the city when the back seat offered all the shelter they'd ever need? Isaiah blamed drunkenness, but he expected the true quality at fault was his propensity to dramatize and overcomplicate matters.
In a less contextual matter, the question of 'did you want to just do it in the car' bought a chuckle from him. Isaiah provided no commentary on the carnal implications of Auguste's ask; he would learn in time, and did not necessarily need to from Isaiah in that moment.
Being a sedan, Isaiah found no need to struggle with putting the seat forward in his intoxicated state. A simple grip on the blue LED underlit door handle opened access to the back seat well enough and he took a seat before closing the door behind him. Window tinting allowed for considerably more privacy in the back, though the windshield remained untouched and easily seen through by the most curious of passersby. The leather seats were comfortable, if somewhat vocal to the more physical activities like what Isaiah intended to do with Auguste. Inwardly he hoped the man was good at imposing boundaries, for Isaiah knew he would push the interaction further if no signs of refusal were provided to him. Of course, the choice fell on Auguste to determine if he truly wanted to stop at making out.
Isaiah expected that his earlier intonations indicated no need to sit in the driver's seat, and he waited for the pale-haired boy to climb in after for his 'lessons'. Isaiah almost felt guilty in framing the suggestion into such a high school manner, but it sounded like Auguste hadn't even encountered those experiences in his formative years. Still, Isaiah felt ridiculous with the framing that he offered the boy a favor in the matter. 'Taking advantage' sounded far more likely.
And yet, wasn't it his choice to feel guilty over such matters?
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:00 pm
He offered Andrew a relaxed smile, Auguste turning the keys over in his fingers with idle gestures. Just sitting in the car meant that it was private enough without being over complicated, and it was the easiest and simplest solution. It was true that he didn't mind the rain, but maybe Andrew wouldn't like sitting on a wet bench or having people walk by - though he'd already indicated he didn't care about what someone else thought of him kissing another man.
The little laugh made Auguste tilt his head, but he didn't question it, just attributed it to him just being light about the whole situation, which was perfectly nice as it was. He waited patiently while the seats were pulled back, and then Andrew was sliding in and making himself comfortable.
Auguste waited until he was settled and then he slipped in after, relaxing back against the comfortable leather. He shifted, so that he was half turned in his seat to look at Andrew, one leg bent and drawn to rest in front of him, while his other leg remained over the side. The expression he wore was a kind and curious one, eyes alight with interest as he sat there, and if he'd been anyone else, it would have been awkward. But Auguste felt entirely comfortable, at least at present, and he knew Andrew was one of Nadia's friends, which meant that he was trustworthy.
"All right," he said, head tilted to the side as he blinked at Andrew, a smile on his face. "I'm ready, whenever you're ready."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:58 am
Isaiah spared no warning before he leaned in, shifting to lean on one hip to cross the distance. Hands framed either side of Auguste's bent leg while he stole a kiss from the pale-haired boy. Open-mouthed though it was, Isaiah considered it relatively chaste in the absence of tongue. He considered it his measure of Auguste's abilities, as well as how he responds in a blindsiding situation.
Isaiah drew back afterward, though not far. he sat facing forward as traditionally intended in a car, though his a** pressed back against Auguste's bent leg rather than the seat. Their proximity felt easy, and their orientation necessitated the use of his left hand if 'lessons' were to progress further, but he maintained some confidence in himself. "I think it might be easier to start with the 'Don'ts' of kissing first." He propped a foot against the back of the driver's sea and leaned back to get more comfortable, then draped an arm over Auguste's leg. His fingers rested at the juncture of thigh to hip, where they toyed with the fabric of his pants in minute designs. "First, don't be nonreactive unless you don't want to be kissed. Secondly, don't eat your lover's face - it's terrible when you feel like you need a napkin to dry off after a kiss. Third, don't pop an Altoids and french someone because 'curiously strong' also means 'curiously unsexy'. The same thing goes for brushing your teeth and gargling mouthwash the moment you think you might get kissed - otherwise called a 'Colgate kiss'."
Auguste felt terribly comfortable to lean against, and markedly warm. How long had it been since he remained in such close proximity of someone without the intention to ******** them into a coma? "Some social awareness is useful, too - you don't want to french your mom, for example, and while chaste kisses are cute for lovers, they're not so endearing in the bedroom." Isaiah hoped that Auguste wouldn't stick to the bise expected out of social convention through the whole affair. "Don't stare at your makeout partner in the middle of it, either - it's weird. And obviously, talking is out of the picture. Ah, what else..." Isaiah looked toward the ceiling of the car while he reclined his head against the top of the seat. "Don't crack your teeth against your partner's - I made out with a girl once who kept doing that and I felt like I got punched in the mouth. That's basically all the terrible decisions I can think of right now."
Finally he sat up from nearly draping himself across Auguste and retracted his leg from the back of the seat. Turning toward his partner, Isaiah sat on one heel while his other foot remained on the floor runner. Leaning forward, he closed the distance between them. "The 'Do's' are more fun. Learn to touch who you're kissing, for starters..." Bony fingertips traced across Auguste's cheek before they chased stray strands of pale hair behind his ear. Another hand came to rest just above the boy's hip and started a slow journey toward the small of his back, while Isaiah relished the feel of material giving way beneath his touch. He kept his voice low due to their proximity. Eyes closed to prevent the awkwardness of earlier mention. "And while you don't want to be chewing gum or eating mints while kissing someone, it's perfectly fine to cover bad breath with them beforehand. No one wants to kiss a dumpster."
Isaiah leaned in just enough to steal a chaste kiss from Auguste and lingered there for a second afterward, lips pressed and immobile. His hand found the warmth of Auguste's neck, where Isaiah's thumb brushed his jawline. When Isaiah withdrew afterward, his hands returned to his own lap. "It's also fine to kiss and nibble and do small touches, and letting it get hot and heavy is fine too. You see, kissing isn't just about the kiss itself, but proximity and connection. You could have the best technique, but without even the slightest spark, your kisses just aren't worth it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:18 am
There wasn't any pretense. Auguste had a brief second to see that Andrew was shifting to face him, and then lips were on his, parted and warm, pressing firm to his. His eyes widened momentarily, his breath stuttering out of him as he tried to process this - but then he let his eyes flutter half-lidded, and then fall shut, Auguste not doing anything to draw away, but not quite leaning into it much, except for a slight press of his lips back, out of instinct.
At least he hadn't frozen up this time, which could have been considered progress. Auguste's eyes reopened when he felt Andrew move away, though it was neither far, nor for long. He found the man leaning back against him, and it wasn't disliked - Auguste had always been fond of physical affections like hugging and leaning and just holding hands. Though the placement of Andrew's hand made warmth coil in his stomach, a strange and peculiar feeling as he slowly relaxed against the other man, becoming very much at ease with their position.
"Oh," said Auguste, and then added quickly, because he'd been a little nonreactive, even if it hadn't been stated implicitly, since Andrew wasn't reprimanding him, just stating facts - "I do want to be kissed, I was just...getting used to it, is all."
He gave a little nod, Auguste laughing a little. "Eating someone's face off doesn't sound pleasing," he said with a smile. But he was making mental notes already, many of them, trying to file them away for later so that he could remember them. Overly intense minty flavors were dissuaded, be careful of just how you kiss people, because some weren't appropriate, while others were.
"People actually...crack their teeth together?" Auguste couldn't help but ask, head tilted, a quizzical expression on his face. "That just sounds painful, I don't think it'd be very appealing at all."
He felt the loss of warmth as Andrew pushed away from him, and wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved. Probably a mixture of both, but Andrew was back a second later, this time facing him, fingers against his cheek. The skin beneath the touch warmed, a light pink dusting across his nose and under his eyes as his hair was pushed back, Auguste's lashes fluttering. He did really enjoy having his hair played with, in whatever respect.
He leaned willingly into the touch to his back, his breath quickening as Andrew leaned in.
"No, I don't suppose they would want to kiss a dumpster," he said, but Andrew's lips were on his again, just a simple press of them against Auguste's, but this time, Auguste leaned a little more into it, eyes falling shut. He felt his pulse quicken, fingers on his neck and a thumb against his jaw, and when he opened his eyes again, they were only half-lidded, his mouth tingling a little. Everything that Andrew was telling him was listened to extremely carefully, Auguste trying to memorize them all.
He licked his lips automatically, subconsciously, as he blinked.
"Nibble at what?" he asked, brow furrowing a little, but then he gave a little nod of understanding. "I assume even if you have the techniques, not to just...use them all at once and overwhelm the other person too, right?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:55 pm
"Right. A lot of it is just practice, but doing everything you know all at once is another easy way to ruin the mood. Mostly you can remember it all in two tips: one, use common sense; and two, pay attention to social cues. If someone isn't getting handsy with your nethers, they probably don't want to get frenched in that instant."
To the question of nibbling, Isaiah leaned in and lighted teeth on his partner's lower lip. The soft skin gave way easily to his grasp, and he pulled until his teeth slid across their purchase and parted from Auguste entirely. "Sometimes you'll nibble lips, or jaw, or tongue... Really, it just depends on the occasion. Sometimes..." Isaiah spared a quick glance downward, then smiled. "But that's an entirely different conversation." Isaiah anticipated that Auguste would need a great deal of time before moving to more carnal ventures, and probably wanted to do so with someone he loved and trusted. Isaiah often found himself as neither of these things, and didn't consider it such a terrible sin. Some conversations he simply preferred to avoid.
"Storytime. I once dated a girl who, despite the occasion or the style of kiss I gave her, she refused to do anything but slip me some tongue. Now that would've been great in the bedroom, but out in public or at a wedding is a bit... out of place for such antics." And that was, perhaps, the tamest occurrence in that entire wedding. Isaiah knew the bride much too well to obey simple guest etiquette at all times.
Especially when the bride is meant to be sequestered before the wedding, and...
Isaiah forced himself to stop reminiscing and return to reality. "Well! I think that covers everything. What do you say to some practice?" He grinned.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 6:15 pm
Auguste lifted a hand and absently tucked a stray strand of hair behind an ear as he nodded, trying to commit Andrew's advice to memory. It was simple, really - the basics were laid out in front of him, ready to be put into practice - and in spite of him wondering about the whole handsy with your nethers bit, he at least could grasp the concept of being aware of one's partner.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out if he could even do it.
The gentle teeth on his lower lip startled him, but Auguste remained quite still, eyes widening as he pulled back. A soft breath escaped him, slightly hitched in his throat, a quiet, shy sound, though he was blinking at Andrew with a surprised expression that melted into something more curious. Instinctively, he ran his tongue along his lip in the wake of teeth leaving, and let out a hum.
"Nibbling, not eating each other's face off, though, right?" said Auguste, with a little smile, remembering what he'd said earlier. He caught the glance down, brow furrowing in bemusement, but then simply brushed it aside, his nose wrinkling as a light laugh was pulled from his throat.
"Sounds...messy," he said, and then smiled back, shifting slightly on the seat.
"Yes, please, practice sounds good," said Auguste.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:06 am
"Yes, don't eat my face off. I like it where it's at." Isaiah looked to Auguste when he caught movement in his periphery; it seemed the pale-haired boy often fussed with his bangs. Was that a nervous reaction? Isaiah doubted it; Auguste carried himself in a placid nature that even Isaiah hadn't yet ruffled. Sure, a comment or two about sexual innuendo brought a flush to his face, but he considered that a typical virgin reaction to such thoughts. He hardly touched his hair at those times, too.
"I'm waiting," Isaiah responded simply. An easy smile crossed his features that spoke mildly of impatience.
I won't do all the work for you, Auguste. You'll have to initiate a kiss at some point in your life... Unless your goal is to become someone's cocksock.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 8:24 am
It was more just an idle gesture, something to do with his hands, because Auguste was a very tactile person in general. It hadn't quite been as expressed yet with Andrew as it was with other people, but it was slowly becoming more apparent as time went on, in little ministrations like toying with his hair, or fiddling with his clothes, or leaning against someone else.
Andrew's slight, easy smile made Auguste relax somewhat, and he gave a little nod, though a flash of uncertainty was flickering in his gaze. Being the recipient was one thing, initiating was something else entirely. Auguste's gaze dropped to his friend's mouth, and he took a little breath, trying to steady himself.
A hand lifted, pressed against Andrew's shoulder, followed by the other on the other shoulder. Auguste inched himself closer and then tilted his head to just a little, trying to determine the right angle while also simultaneously trying not to overthink it. He had said it was a matter of feel, after all, less so the mechanics, even if they were important.
His eyes fluttered shut at the last second, Auguste's lips pressing lightly, softly to Andrew's, thumb sliding a little over his collar in instinct. It was a simple, chaste thing, a ghost of a kiss at first before he leaned more into it, adding a fraction of pressure.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 11:37 am
Isaiah watched Auguste puzzle out a kiss with interest; neither his touch nor his procedure looked laden with nerves, which Isaiah took as both complement and indication of competency. He hadn't yet accepted the gestures until Auguste drew closer, then hands found warm sides again as they teased the fabric taut against skin. And when the pale haired boy's lips remained but a breath away from his, Isaiah leaned forward just enough to complete the kiss. A brush, it felt like - a memory more than a stimulus, a dream over the carnal engagements he so often initiated.
It reminded him of something he never tasted before.
Isaiah's eyes lidded out of courtesy, and he opened them at sparse intervals for fleeting glances of Auguste's expression. Isaiah responded to the kiss in a manner that left him distinctly uncomfortable; it felt tender, much too tender. His chest tightened and a shudder threatened to overtake him. Auguste's touch to bare collarbone procured a distinct and instinctual need to pull away that he refused - in part because of the car seat behind him, and secondly-
He relaxed marginally when the kiss grew more fervent, more familiar to a state he knew. Immediately he started questioning himself for such a strange reaction while his hands dug beneath the cloth of Auguste's shirt to feel smooth skin beneath practice'd hands. Nails drew minute designs, then, as they journeyed northward. The abject fear that settled over him became a memory, a daydream, a thought that crossed his mind while teaching a comrade and fresh acquaintance how to kiss. It didn't matter. It never mattered.
It wasn't even real.kuropeco ice will continue to let auguste take the lead for a bit
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 3:54 pm
He became aware of Andrew's hands on his ribs, tugging at his shirt in a way that didn't suggest urgency, but simple steadiness, closeness; some place to hold onto that was both easy and warm, and Auguste didn't mind the feel of his fingers fitting into place. Andrew had made it easier for him, closing the minute space between them so that there was nothing at all left to stop the kiss from happening.
It was warm, Auguste thought, and his eyes remained close, in spite of a peculiar desire to open them and see what Andrew looked like, in this sort of moment. The expression on his own face was a soft one, brows slightly drawn together as he concentrated a little too much on what was right and what was wrong and how he was supposed to be doing this -
- but then, as the seconds ticked by, the concern began to melt away the more comfortable Auguste got. He pressed his lips a little more firmly against Andrew's, still soft and gentle, but with a smidgen more confidence, because Auguste was nothing if not a quick learner, had always been able to pick things up relatively fast.
Cool fingers touched the bare skin of his waist - Auguste shivered, just a little, on instinct, but didn't pull away, and his own hands slipped a little higher, resting at the base of his companion's neck.
He drew back, just the smallest amount to breathe, lashes fluttering before Auguste leaned in again, and one of his hands gently, tentatively touched the side of Andrew's face, fingers feather light, lips parting just a little against his friend's.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 3:40 pm
Isaiah felt the tentative advances executed by the inexperienced, and he passed no judgment on them. Isaiah only responded to the kiss while Auguste felt out his boundaries, and while Isaiah preferred a faster pacing to his intimacies, he fell into step nonetheless. And once Auguste found reason to press further, to venture from chaste kisses to something of more value and meaning to the older man, Isaiah found reason to reclaim leadership from the pale-haired boy.
Much to his chagrin, their embrace had not yet toed far enough into the realm of the carnal for him to advance how he liked, but Isaiah settled for a searching hand tracing the peaks and valleys of Auguste's ribs upwards until bony fingers felt the man's chest. His opposite hand remained where it was, and Isaiah entertained the kiss for its chastity as long as he could muster. Afterward, he pressed further for a fervent kiss, and spared a touch of tongue along foreign lips. His grasp tightened when he shuddered beneath the brush of fingers against his nape, though he offered no objection to it. Instead, he furthered the kiss yet again by tasting Auguste's mouth, and seeking the muscles therein.
He broke the kiss abruptly, sensing that he might've ventured too far. "Did you want to keep at it?" Asking seemed the easiest way to pawn the lot of the responsibilities onto Auguste, and determine if the boy thought it too much to continue.
"You seem to have the hang of it." And he considered it no lie - while learning to kiss proved no great feat, Auguste demonstrated quick mastery of the tips provided. He violated none of the rules Isaiah named (or if he did, he did so in no great noticeable manner), and his hands discovered a sweet spot with minimal exploration. If he wanted to continue, then Isaiah found no reason to object - although he wondered if, at that point, Auguste's decision would qualify more as a personal enjoyment of Isaiah's company than any penchant for learning how to kiss. And what would that mean for Isaiah?
I don't want to consider it, he decided abruptly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:20 pm
He was shivering a little at each touch of Andrew's - not out of fear, but just the simple unknown, the unfamiliarity of another person's hands on his sides, tracing up his ribs - and then one on his chest, where his heart could be felt beating steadily beneath the skin, a little faster paced than normal.
Andrew had been letting him set his own pace for the first few minutes, which Auguste both had needed and appreciated - it was not necessarily a slow process, but a steady one as he eased into something new, something that he hadn't done before. Quick study or not, however, Andrew was pressing more securely into him, and Auguste's lashes fluttered, a soft sound of surprise ebbing out against the first flicker of tongue. His fingers tightened, ever so slightly, on the back of Andrew's neck, but he didn't pull away, and after only a second's hesitation, let his eyes fall shut entirely again, lips parting further.
And then it was gone, the heat leaving his mouth suddenly. Auguste's breath left him in a small gasp, his eyes opening, though they remained half-lidded as he looked at his companion. The question was met with some confusion, his brows drawing together as he tried to figure out an answer. He certainly had gotten the basics down, at the very least - but it had felt very nice, very...very good.
Auguste licked his lips unconsciously. His hands had remained where they were, against Andrew's neck.
"A few more minutes," he said, and he had never been good at lying, always so blatantly obvious in his emotions and feelings. Maybe he'd learned the mechanics, that was certainly a good thing, and he was very much appreciative of Andrew for teaching him - but a part of Auguste also wanted to just let himself feel what it felt like without thinking quite so hard about it.
"...can we?" he asked tentatively, in case Andrew really just wanted them to leave it at that, in which case, he would just say goodnight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:58 am
Isaiah smiled - though he tried to suppress it - when he watched Auguste lick his lips. The menial gesture confirmed that the boy enjoyed his time with him, and accepted the taste of him too. He wondered, then, if he smelled appealing to Auguste, and he questioned himself similarly. Did the pale-haired boy smell pleasing? Would he smell Auguste on his fingers for moments to come, and find that smell acceptable when driving back to his apartment? Likely - Isaiah would've found any excuse to cease all relations and abandon ship if he found Auguste wanting.
He thumbed bare skin where his hand lingered, and Isaiah responded favorably. Auguste would receive no verbal response, but Isaiah left little room for one. Instead he usurped the boy's lips again in a firm kiss (though actually quite soft by his definitions), and he mouthed wordless sounds against Auguste for the several seconds they shared. Slowly he progressed, taking in Auguste's lower lip for a moment, pinching velvet skin beneath teeth, before he released his quarry and spared a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He paused temporarily to take a breath before he continued.
While he worked in the easy manner that he did, Isaiah's hands resumed their roam for responsive skin. Fingers searched for shudders, for gooseflesh to rise where none existed previously. To touch warmth in such a matter caused a ripple of response to follow, and he enjoyed it every bit as much as a good kiss - as the promising taste of tongue against his own. He considered stripping Auguste's shirt off and discarding it on the unused seat, but to move that far might draw attention away from their interactions as an exercise. Momentarily he questioned himself: why would that be such a terrible affair? There came a point when he needed to acknowledge that their kiss was an enjoyment of good company more than anything, so why avoid that recognition?
Fingers tightened into a grip on Auguste's hip while Isaiah pressed for further fervent tastes of Auguste. He teethed the boy's lower lip, touched tongue to tongue, and sought further of him in a deep kiss.
Any further, he thought to himself, and these might be a little more than kissing lessons.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 6:59 pm
Andrew smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the latter a taste evident in his mouth. Auguste didn't find it unlikable, or unpleasant, as unfamiliar as it was - nor did he find the touch of those searching hands something to be afraid of, or wary of (though, if he was any smarter, he might have).
For just the slightest of seconds, Auguste thought that it would indeed be goodnight - but then Andrew had leaned forward, lacking in hesitation, and Auguste's eyes widened just a fraction before they squeezed shut again, his fingers tightening a little against the man's neck. Teeth against his lip made him let out a small, soft sound, barely audible, a subconscious ease of breath, but it felt good - he enjoyed very much the little kiss to the corner of his mouth as well.
It would be easy to tell Auguste's response to Andrew's shifting hands - his body, like his face, like his heart and mind, were easy to read, responsive and usually obvious. His skin warmed and shivered under each ministration, and the deepening of the kiss, the firmness, made Auguste respond in turn. His hands slid up, and his arms wound around Andrew's neck, returning the fervor with a softer, less intense pressure of his own, but it was still there, with just a hint of uncertainty behind it.
One hand shifted, fingers against the side of Andrew's face, and Auguste drew back after - well, he wasn't entirely certain how much time had passed, his face flushed, his lips reddened and a slightly dazed expression on his face. He stared at Andrew and swallowed hard.
Kissing, he decided, was very, very nice.
Auguste was breathing a little heavily as his fingers idly shifted into Andrew's hair.
"Okay," he said, rather hoarsely. "I...okay."
He felt strangely unsteady. A small, hesitant smile touched Auguste's lips.
"You kiss very nicely," he said softy. "It felt...very good."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 10:08 am
Isaiah couldn't help but smile at the sudden interjection. Had enough? He glanced to Auguste's face and received the confirmation he needed - flushed cheeks, and a bashfulness to him that felt almost commonplace now. Finally he drew away from the boy, hands included, though they settled on Auguste's thighs in a relatively unobtrusive manner. He studied his partner then, pursed his lips, and sized the other man up. Isaiah feigned a long and uncomfortable minute of evaluation before he spoke again.
"You're not so bad yourself, for a first timer." The sternness he employed lifted into an easy smile. "I should take you home. To your place, not mine."
The steady percussion of rain lightened to a patter during the minutes passed, yielding a calm shower for ambience. Concrete wetted to a darker shade while the clouds cast their own screen over daylight. Isaiah considered a walk home in the weather for little more than a second before he decided it sounded much too irritating. If Auguste intended to return home, then he would do so in a car - unless, of course, the man had his own parked along the curb. But Auguste hadn't mentioned one; Isaiah started to wonder if his mental acuity suffered with every drink he took.
Am I even sober enough to drive? Probably. Isaiah leaned toward the front of the car to abscond with a small tin of mints sitting in one of the cup holders. He pinched one of the simple white rounds and popped it into his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then offered the tin toward August in a silent invitation.
"We need to get you home either way, and walking in the rain is shitty. Do you live far?"
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