[ action | OPEN ] and if I told you everything, would you call me crazy?

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Who: Tannusen and whoever!
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
Warnings: Heavy innuendo in the first two threads. Will add if any others are needed.

🌟 OTAs and closed threads between people who aren't Tannusen are also welcome! Just mind the security.

A. anyone ICly over 18 [OPEN] (18 meaning adult. If your character IS an adult and is just technically younger, they're still okay for this!)

It was night-time, Velvet Lust was open for business. Tannusen could be found either at the bar downstairs, sitting on one of the stools instead of helping pour drinks, or upstairs at that bar trading commentary with the snarky bartender on duty. Either way, he was drinking tea, thank you!

B. anyone ICly under 18 or who just wants to [OPEN]

Day or night, if anyone lingered for long enough just outside of the bar, it was going to eventually draw Tannusen's attention.

C. pre-hours on assorted days [locked to Velvet Lust staffers]

Before the bar opened for the night, Tannusen could be found on either floor of the establishment. Stocking things, fixing something, or... even lounging around as a tiger. Staff were always allowed to come and go for several hours before opening time.

D. pre-hours one day [locked to Cassian Lynch]

On one specific day, shortly after the first incident with Ni, Tannusen found himself eyeballing the downstairs area while it was free of people. Maybe... he had an idea. He pulled his phone out of his suit jacket, and dialed Cassian.

Of course, he couldn't just be serious right from the get-go, so his first words when the guy picked up were an artfully-breathy, "Hey babe, what're you wearing?"

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Great thing about high priest collars: You can pull your head into them like an angry little turtle.

Cassian almost vanishes inside it, looks like he's had a lot of practice with this maneuver, eyes like dinner plates.

No, he really, honestly, actually didn't have any real reason why he didn't want Tannusen to take off his shirt, other than he'd like it. Which was a good enough reason to not have him take it off personally.

Can't have them thoughts, Catholic Guilt game too strong.

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Oh, it was like that, was it? Well, Tannusen was more than willing to play the evil tempter.

His grin faded into more of a smile, and he tried to scoop one of Cassian's hands up in his free hand, still leaning on the stool with his other on the back. "Come on, Cassian," he dragged the priest's name out, just a bit. It was still so rare that he used it at all, and he'd never said it like that. "They're just buttons..."

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As always, his hand was easily snatched, he never did argue about it after all. No, Tannusen never said his name. And especially not like that. For once, he actually clumsily tripped over words for a moment, jolting awkwardly into Gaelic before remembering that this wasn't necessarily a common language here.

"In public?!"

Yeah! SURE. And in that moment the real problem was heard. He was by no means at all upset that it was happening.

JUST THAT IT WAS ALL OUT HERE.

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Tannusen's soft, startled laugh was as full of delight as his smile was. It even reached his pretty, pretty blue eyes. "It's just a shirt," and he raised Cassian's hand to his lips, as perhaps expected. A kiss pressed against his knuckles.

But that pure mischief of his hadn't gone anywhere, "I mean, unless you'd rather we undid something else. I suppose you haven't seen all of me, yet..."

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Goddamnit, good job, Cassian. Way to ruin everything. He looked horribly frazzled, a hand full of peanuts having never actually made it to his mouth.

"Yer gonna be the death of me."

No fear in there, but the deepest amount of flustered exasperation one might ever manage to hear.

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"Perhaps," Tannusen continued to smile against his hand, "la petite mort."

You know, someday. Probably not here, although damn did Cassian tempt him to try.

Surely, this wasn't the place to do that. Right? Of course not.

That would be terrible.

Tannusen was trying very, very hard to not be terrible.

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"Don't talk like I don't understand the language, damnit." HE KNOWS WHAT THAT MEANS.

No do not get your angry little boyfriend off in the bar, Tannusen. Maybe one day he'll be daring enough to try it but it's not gonna fly right now.

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"That wasn't my intent," Tannusen laughed softly, "it's just more tactful than the other way I thought about putting it."

Go on, Cass, dare him to run his mouth again.

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"I KNOW!" WHY THIS, TANNU.

"I need a colder drink."

And a less alcoholic one.

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"Such a temper," the tiger grinned, and then licked one of Cassian's fingers. From knuckle to fingertip.

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GUH.

His face goes from pink to bright red, and there are peanuts everywhere as he literally almost jumps out of the chair in surprise.

Not quite the mess one might have been hoping for here.

"GodDAMNIT!"

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But Tannusen kept 'hold of Cassian's hand even with that jump. And without looking away from the priest's face, he took the licked fingertip between his lips.

And sucked. Lightly.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He didn't yank his hand back, but the nervous looking about was clear. Despite Cassian saying he didn't mind if people saw them together, apparently he'd never taken into account Tannusen giving his hand a blow job.

"you'rekillinme"

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He'd have never done this with witnesses.

Probably.

Not to Cassian, anyway. Not with how nervous the guy was. Certainly not while he was still a virgin.

But there were no witnesses. Even Ni's latest batch of secret spy cameras had been rooted out and disposed of after the attack on Cassian, just to make a point. Tannusen chuckled, his eyes going half-closed.

He brushed the tip of his tongue against his captured prize before letting Cass' fingertip free again with a final bit of suction.

"...I'm terrible," Tannusen smiled, "I know."

Honestly, who would have ever thought these two would be a thing? The cantankerous priest and the unabashed slut, what a combination.

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If this bowl wasn't full of peanuts, he'd be hiding in it right now. He doesn't have the satchel to dive into and pretend he doesn't exist, this bowl would be the next best thing. By the time Tannusen is finally done, Cassian looked like he'd spent a good five minutes being flung around on a roller coaster, save for the fact that he was roughly the same color as an apple.

"WARN ME NEXT TIME, WHEN YE GET AN IDEA IN YER HEAD!"

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Oh, he could do that. Sure. Tannusen leaned closer, so he could purr into Cassian's ear.

"Hey, Cassian," uh-oh, "...I have an idea in my head."

And unless Cassian fought the movement, Tannu placed his captured hand against the closed buttons of his shirt. Right on those delightful abs of his.

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"Don't ye even feckin da-" Hand on abs, there goes Cass.

He freezes up, wheezes once as his hand is pressed against those really super nice abs and-

Oh look no more words. Just red face with a hand clamped over his mouth.

You earned this!

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Tannusen let go of Cassian's hand, so he could even more easily snatch it back if he wanted to, or... anything else, really. The hand that had held the priest's also went to help brace him up on the stool, his other arm having been slowly tiring through-out this whole incident.

"It's just a shirt," he chuckled, low and quiet. Honestly, however scandalous this had gotten, no one had been touched below the belt and in fact no one had even lost their shirt.

Not for a lack of trying, in that latter case.

...And not for a lack of temptation, in the former.

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"I'M NOT TALKIN' ABOUT THE SHIRT." His heart was trying to climb out his mouth, he was sure of it. Look, it's not every day a really good looking man just grabs your hand and rubs it all over himself, okay.

Even if they are, technically, dating here.

Didn't expect it.

He's still a bit stuck in the Victorian era.

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Tannusen's noticed that last bit. Why, he hasn't even seen Cassian's ankle yet. He'd surely faint if he did.

"What are you talking about, then?"

Oh Tannu, that's a dirty tactic right there, you sly shit.

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"YE DAMN WELL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!"

Oh he's actively vibrating right now.

Good job, Tannu.

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But he hasn't taken his hand back, has he? Tannusen grins.

"Hey Cassian, guess what."

Go on, guess!

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"NAE, I'm gonna go home and read the bible!"

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"Really?" Tannusen laughed, and bent further to kiss Cassian on the cheek. "That's a strange urge. Is this that famous catholic guilt I've read so much about?"

Who's been researching about catholics and sexuality? Not him! Okay, totally him. Back before he'd just up and asked if he was going to mess the guy up as a priest by... existing around him.

There were a lot of strange searches on his laptop, okay? Including a bunch of phonetically-spelled gaelic words he'd heard out of the guy's mouth, back before what language that was had finally come up. Tannusen was a curious guy, but not a very direct one most of the time.

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Phonetically spelled Gaelic words are a thing of nightmares, best to just see them spelled correctly.

It is, indeed, that famous Catholic Guilt, and the answer is an awkward, flustered silence as Tannusen presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Yer a right prick, ye are."