[ 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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"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."

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Yeah, and the google on this world left something to be desired when it came to world-specific things. Even that most popular of worlds, Earth. For one thing, even when you found something that could be relevant, you could never tell if it was relevant to a particular version of that blasted planet.

"Mhm, I'm a total jerk," Tannusen chuckled, and loosed a hand from the stool to reach down to his own stomach. Around Cassian's fingers, he started tugging the last of the buttons open. "But at least I'm your jerk."

Silly phrasing or not, that was the first he'd voiced that particular sentiment.

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He'd hope that Gaelic might stay the same between worlds, as long as it was earth, but then he'd definitely been surprised before.

"Ye are, yer an insufferable, shameless, attention starved-" NO.

His fingers of course clumsily plucked open the first few buttons, the priest stammering sharply.

"TANNUSEN."

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"Mmhmm," that had been a question, right? Totally. Tannusen grinned, and attempted to kiss Cassian properly on the lips, even as he went ahead and pulled his shirt out from between the priest's hand and his own lovely, smooth skin.

The worst.

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God, this is how he dies. Cassian is now more or less a puddle. He hasn't even been touched and he's already an overstimulated mess.

Lord, but does it feel nice under his hand.

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Tannusen smiles into the kiss, once again leaving Cassian's hand alone to do what the priest will with it. Hold it there, frozen in awkward terror? Snatch it away? Go exploring? He'd be quite surprised if it was that last one, of course, but the option's there anyway.

For his own part, he concentrates on the kiss, both hands back to propping him up via the back of the stool. As one may expect, given the whole situation, he's a bit more daring than usual even in the kiss. For the very first time, the tip of his tongue comes into play. Just teasing, light touches amid the usual warm, sliding movement of lips.

Intimate, that's what this is. He's decided to behave at least a little bit, and not actively try to get Cassian off for the very first time in the middle of his gay bar. Closed or not. But, Tannusen simply isn't a nice enough guy to resist revving Cassian up like this.

Catholic guilt? Sure, he'll give him something nice and sinful to think about.

Lots of things.

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You're a terrible person, Tannusen. He was right to figure that groping wouldn't happen, but at least Cassian didn't hurriedly snatch it away either, caught somewhere between enjoying the feeling and being horrified that he was allowing himself to enjoy it. In public.

The kiss just made the situation worse honestly, and no comfort of a freezing shower in the building to be had. It was times like these he always wished his constitution was shittier so he could get away with swooning like a delicate woman.

Instead, he'd now officially slid so far off the chair that he technically wasn't even in it anymore. The kiss sealed the deal.

"FECKIN-"

And with an inelegant THUMP, he toppled to the ground.