#i suppose i'm just much more prudish in that sense then

[wolfiesmoon]

turns out my definition of suggestive is much different to other's definition of suggestive...

[helluva-hazbins]

@rockbottompowerbottom

"...Ohhh, I come from a prudish time... is that what'chu wanna blame it on, 'cause I ain't suspectin' ya died in a time much too different, hell, your death date might'a been before mine." He responds with a biting sarcasm. Despite that, his tone does lessen on it's edge as he continues.

"Eh, y'gotcher reasons but the fuckin' scripts and production suck ass. I know, I know, it's top of the line for that industry and yer in that no.1 spot yer always goin' on about." He clenches his jaw, grits teeth and rolls his eyes. "But I can't help but see through it all too easily, it just ain't believable. Where's the class? And before you go thinkin' I'm takin' any digs at'cher 'performance' I ain't. It's more along the lines o'the writers and casting director, not to mention the sets, where's the ambiance? I guess I just miss the good ol' days when shit was completely immersive and filled with actors that really strived for a sense of realizism or showmanship!" He knocks back another drink from the bottle in his paw. "But what the fuck do I know anyway, right? That...hrm... pornographic film... stuff ain't exactly my top choice for entertainment—it ain't the type o'shit I look at often enough to really comparatively criticize it all too much. Fuck, maybe it's the way it's supposed to be." He shrugged.

"... Now look, I ain't tryna' talk about it any more than I have'ta... " he added, ears back and paws up, out in front of him, gesturing in a way that conveys a yielding.

When the focus shifts and the flirtation starts up again, he doesn't take offense, and despite the fact that he isn't one easy to blush, he does get that sense of heat streaking across his face. He takes it as a cue to look down and away, a frail attempt at denying the affect the teasing was having on him.

"Mysterious and private, the way it was all meant t'be. Now, an old fashioned strip tease or burlesque show, that's classy! A real tease for the eyes, that kinda show was engaging, alluring! Y'ever study any o'those? 'cause they really knew a thing or two 'bout captivating an audience with the nuance of mystery and sex appeal." Maybe he was more interested in the actual conversation than he'd let on. Normally, he didn't bother talking so much but this, it'd shown they could express themselves more comfortably lately.

"Ohhh, I see. Ye're a private kinda guy." Angel said with a devilish smirk, plopping onto the couch as he watched the other Sinners on the street through the hole in the wall that started this whole conversation. He lounged across the entire thing, long legs stretched out as he raised his top arms up to stretch. "Nothin' wrong with that. I forget sometimes ya come from a kinda prudish time when everyone kept their 'sins' in the closet." The porn star inspected his fingers as he spoke, cleaning the smudge under one nail with another before looking back up at Husk.

"I only do it on camera for the money. Porn an' whorin' are just jobs, an' I don't always like my job. But it pays the bills, and I'm expensive." He said it very nonchalantly, giving a bit of a shrug. "I don't typically advertise what I actually like behind closed doors. Leaves 'em guessin' and gives me an air of ~mystery~." Like aftercare. It had been way too long since Val had given him any sort of aftercare...

"If ya ever wanna talk about it in more... private... intimate settings, my room's just right upstairs." He grinned a bit wider, raised his brows suggestively, but there was more than just teasing in his words and mannerisms. There was a sincere desire that maybe, just maybe, Husk would finally call his bluff or take him up on his offer. "I do like having intimate conversation in private, too."

[chaos-burst]

68 +Ashton

“None of this is my fault. Just so you know.”

"I'm pretty sure you were the one who smashed down the door!"

"Yes, but I wasn't the one who thought someone was being strangled in there, just because they didn't know what the fuck it sounds like when two people bang!"

Dorian can feel his cheeks heat up and he crosses his arms defensively in front of his chest.

"He was getting strangled! He was just more into it than I thought he would be!", he hisses while trying to ignore the hot rush of shame he feels when thinking about the scene he and Ashton had smashed down the door to.

Dorian wouldn't necessarily call himself a prude, but. Okay, maybe he is a little prudish. His family never talked about sex, he never had sex, he usually tries not to think about sex because it makes him feel awkward and overwhelmed.

"Never thought about people liking to be choked?", Ashton snorts and shakes his head. "Man, you must have the most boring sex ever."

Dorian considers trying to strangle Ashton to see how much he likes it.

"Okay, first of all: There is nothing wrong with boring sex! And second of all: I don't have any sex! So can we now maybe discuss how to get out of here?"

Dorian doesn't wait for Ashton's reaction about his non-existent sex life. Instead he turns around to check out the cell they're currently being held in. It only has one small window with bars in front of it but it's so high up that neither of them are tall enough to look outside. The stone walls look clammy and cold and moldy and Dorian pulls a face when he looks at a bucket standing in the back left corner of the small room.

"Wouldn't have thought that you don't fuck, honestly. You're so—", Ashton says and Dorian turns his head over his shoulder to see Ashton gesture at Dorian.

"So what?"

Ashton shrugs and looks away.

"Pretty, I guess."

Dorian tries his hardest not to feel flattered or flustered but he fails miserably.

"Well, I don't want to be strangled. And it wouldn't work anyway—I don't need to breathe."

Dorian blinks and steps closer to Ashton full of concern when Ashton starts coughing as if they choked on their own spit.

"Everything alright?", Dorian asks. Ashton flails one of his arms around and nods.

"Sure. Fucking delightful. I can give you a boost and you can check the window", they say and nod their head towards the little, barred square in the wall. Dorian sighs and nods.

Dorian knows that, due to his Air Genasi heritage, he doesn't weigh as much as another person of his stature would, but Ashton lifts him up without any issue—almost as if Dorian weighs nothing to him. He grabs the bars and is immediately met by a slimy sort of lichen growing on the rusty metal.

He tries not to make any kind of pathetic sound as he peers out through the bars and onto a dusty street.

"Why would anyone want to be choked during sex anyway?", Dorian asks as he turns his head left and right to try and ascertain where they are. He can hear Ashton chuckle.

"I guess for someone who doesn't need to breathe it wouldn't make much sense to explain stuff about blood flow to the brain and all that. But I guess it's also about giving up control", Ashton says and Dorian can hear the smirk in his voice. He tries to remain cool but his face feels like lava.

Pictures of Ashton during battle flash in front of his eyes—Dorian supposes that Ashton must have a taste for letting go of control. He tries not to let his mind wander, but his tongue is faster than his common sense.

"So, do you...?"

Ashton laughs so hard that they lose their balance. Dorian tries to hold onto the bars as best as he can, but the slimy lichen growing on it makes his fingers slip and one moment later he finds himself sprawled on top of Ashton who lies underneath him, still laughing.

"Are you asking me about my fucking kinks, Your Highness?", Ashton wants to know and Dorian scrambles to get off him, his face burning and his heart beating fast from the shock of falling—and from embarrassment.

"No! Whatever, forget it. There's a street up there but I couldn't see anyone. It doesn't seem familiar..."

He wipes his hands off on Ashton's leg which causes Ashton to raise their eyebrows.

"It was slimy up there! And you don't mind being dirty."

Ashton grins.

"Sure don't."

Dorian really wants to strangle him.

"Oh shut up! Do you have an idea how to get out of here?"

"Not really. Guess we have to wait 'til the others come and get us. You wanna ask more about my sex life while we wait?", Ashton asks, his shit-eating grin so wide that Dorian considers smearing some of the left-over slime all over it as well.

"No, thank you", he says and sits down at a point far away from Ashton.

"Well, if you ever do have any questions, I'm happy to help."

"Shut up."

"Whatever you say, Your Highness."

"You know, if I murder you right now, it will have been your fault."