[ It's amusing Nick reads the daring placement of Hancock's foot as an explicit invitation, because the ghoul hasn't forgotten Nick's propriety and the present live entertainment; he only intended to push the envelope so far, maybe listen for those fans to spin up and, also maybe, slide into his lap for a salacious cuddle.
Nick surprises him with that daring hand creeping up the inside of his leg, but it's definitely well received. His polite awareness of the third party (presently strumming on his base and crooning for what must be mostly self gratification) flips like a coin and Hancock feels-- warm. He's mentioned the exhibitionism, right? As Nick's hand ascends, the ghoul's obsidian eyes go straight to lamp-light yellow, flit briefly to the stage behind them, and back to Nick again.
A ripple of heat thrums through him; his grin gets crooked and clumsy. ]
Oh yeah? Such as? Now ya got me curious... VR's a great place to test drive if you're not sure about makin a permanent commitment
[ He cannot say that with a straight face. He doesn't, the irony is too delicious he absolutely must grin upon the taste. That present shoe gets lifted as Hancock ups the ante, pressing the ball of his foot and the point of his heel against the center of Nick's chest. The pressure is light, but enough to press him into his chair just slightly. The red sequins of Hancock's clothing are dark in the low dimness and glow under the streamers of bright light, like red wine under sunshine; it pools around his thighs as his leg lifts, revealing inches more of the ghouls bare skin. ]
This one too. Please.
[ A little more pressure against Nick's chest and a charmed serpentine smile for emphasis. That 'please' is more purr and playful command than genuine request. ]
Promise we'll tweak the VR so I can tower over ya next go around, deal?
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Nick surprises him with that daring hand creeping up the inside of his leg, but it's definitely well received. His polite awareness of the third party (presently strumming on his base and crooning for what must be mostly self gratification) flips like a coin and Hancock feels-- warm. He's mentioned the exhibitionism, right? As Nick's hand ascends, the ghoul's obsidian eyes go straight to lamp-light yellow, flit briefly to the stage behind them, and back to Nick again.
A ripple of heat thrums through him; his grin gets crooked and clumsy. ]
Oh yeah? Such as? Now ya got me curious... VR's a great place to test drive if you're not sure about makin a permanent commitment
[ He cannot say that with a straight face. He doesn't, the irony is too delicious he absolutely must grin upon the taste. That present shoe gets lifted as Hancock ups the ante, pressing the ball of his foot and the point of his heel against the center of Nick's chest. The pressure is light, but enough to press him into his chair just slightly. The red sequins of Hancock's clothing are dark in the low dimness and glow under the streamers of bright light, like red wine under sunshine; it pools around his thighs as his leg lifts, revealing inches more of the ghouls bare skin. ]
This one too. Please.
[ A little more pressure against Nick's chest and a charmed serpentine smile for emphasis. That 'please' is more purr and playful command than genuine request. ]
Promise we'll tweak the VR so I can tower over ya next go around, deal?