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He grabbed the lapels infront of him, pulling until the warm was back pressing against the insides of his thing. His hand dove between the slacks popping the button that held back his prize. “You, are making, me dinner.” He said between kisses A foot yanked at the slacks “And I am very hungry.”

when his own pants were lost so was his opportunity to taste a different salty soup but it was no matter to him as the other let him know there was a different treat to be had and taking the offer he pulled the body close to take the delicacy offered between dark thighs

It was not their usual dance. When their hips moved, it was slow, but his dance partner knew exactly where to hit and how. It did not help that his neck was continuously simulated by tiny nibbles and licks.

he let himself get lost in the flavor of pyce though he did not let that keep him from his pace and when the man's breaths became soft pants he pulled his lips away just enough to speak. "there is something suspect about this whole charade, what is your angle galvin pyce? i will not bite you. why do you tease me so deliciously?"

His ulterior motives had nearly been lost in the mist of the Saturday night ritual. He pushed the man deeper inside of him, pulling him down to meet his lips. “When is your birthday.” Galvin breathlessly asked.

the distraction came as a surprise and he found himself answering before he could think to reply with snark "december twenty-third"

As the other continued pluck his internal strings with long drawn out stokes against his insides, Galvins brain attempted to continue his interrogation. Every few thrust if he could manage. The answers surprised him some what. Red was the color of choice, he was expected to attend college. The biggest surprise was accompanied by a cry against the others shoulder. “You have a job?” He said, not realizing his voice broke when lust. The other had gotten wise to his game. His last coherent question was lost for an absurd one. It was answered by Ambrosia's rough body movements and his trade mark snark laugh. Galvin dug his nails into the cloth shrouding Ambrosia's shoulders fighting the sounds and his own bodies needs.

it was not until the fourth or fifth question that he understood pyce was fishing for answers when he had no defenses against questioning and he derailed the other to avoid anymore. when it came for pyce he changed his direction and worked towards his own ends. "cirro tempts me with food, eva bribes me with affection and you cheat me with sex. i am abused from all sides with needy little lovers all wanting the same thing"

He found a laugh amidst the gyration. “The food... was plan A, promise... There is even Tres Leche.”He said before capturing the other in a kiss “It is not cheating if you want it badly enough to... do anything.”

he was not sure who the comment was directed at though the promise of cake pleased him. "either way, you will pay dearly for your questions pyce, let's hope you don't have to work tomorrow." darkly he grinned

After dinner, desert and a midnight snack, Galvin drifted fighting the sleep, that Ambrosia demanded he not have until he walked to the room. In the end his dreams won out, and the other toted him back draped in his arms with Galvins head resting on his shoulder. He awoke to a hand twitch sliding against his shoulder to cut off the distant sound of an alarm. He pushed himself away from the pale red head blinking away the sands of sleep. For a long time he loomed watching the sleeping face, wondering if he should simply leave. Galvin pushed his falling hair aside and graced the pale rose lips with a kiss. “You have a date with Granny. I will see you next Saturday.”

he slept deeply and so was not nearly as surprised as he would have been any other weekend to find pyce long since vanished. and the clock by the bed telling him he had overslept. he wondered briefly if he had time to shower away the filth of last nights delicious debauchery. with a snort he decided it did not matter, maia could wait if she wanted him, he had already lost the prize

He had a long list of errands to do before work which some how included having lunch with his brother. The older man wore a worried look on his face, which Galvin only saw when his brother felt like they were in too deep. He only mentioned something about Galvin being happy in passing before letting the entire conversation drop. More importantly it seemed that the next few days off his life would spent bringing down one of the families. He left in time to grab his costume from the dry cleaners. Galvin was already tired by the time he walked through the doors of the club, however instead of his bosses usual sass, the man was all creepy grins and kindness. He reeked of snake in the grass. It left him on his guard as he went to his section to please the customers.

to say maia reveled in knocking him down was an understatement but to say he was the only one to suffer was ignoring the facts almost completely. her rage knew no bounds that morning and only a lifetime of weathering such storms kept any of them there though elise was lucky enough to be sent away early when maia's crystal shaker clipped her in the brow. the rest of them had to stay until she finally kicked them all out well after lunch was over. he headed straight to cirro's for bandages and to work out some of his own anger

He was having an exceptionally good night. For the most part. There were a few happy tippers that were pleased with the cop. He grinned walking joviality with his cuffs bouncing at his side as he was given yet another bottle of wine to deliver at a table. He set the bottle down bringing his bright face to the customer where it was dropped and he was awkwardly tugged into a hug by the snake. “Leslie, I believe you know Mr Dick. He has decided to grace us with his presence, and only my top lady will do.” A weighty key was slipped into his pocket. “Your favorite room is available, if you wish for it, but I am sure Leslie here will be happy to do anything to serve you Mr. Dick.” With out the weight of his boss, Galvin felt as he would fall over from shock. Instead he was growing to hate Ambrosia's smug grin.

pyce's venom along with his shorts pleased him. "i hope you can see the irony of dressing as a cop while doing, what basically counts as prostitution. your parents must be proud of your wit." while the other prepared himself for a biting remark he took the opportunity and pulled the angry hunter into his lap. "dance for me galvin pyce"