[He nods his head.] The theory I have is that the Clubs suit affects mental processing. This can include visual and auditory hallucinations, since that is rooted in brain functioning — not that I saw you as someone else, but in the past I have seen images that are not there. [Worrying, perhaps, despite the casual way he says it. Unfortunately is it not exactly a new experience for him.] So mentally I felt sensitive to my memory of that person, and at times the two of you... bear certain similarities. It would explain some of my behavior.
[Not all of it — not how he'd begged Tseng to fuck him on a bar stool when he is normally so reticent about being in public. Granted, they were not seen given the circumstances the resort was suffering at time, but the... shamelessness of his own actions isn't far from his mind in this conversation. Of course, circumspect as Tseng is, it is no surprise the man does not bring it up.
He listens to what Tseng tells him next, humming a small sound of affirmation, trying to play off how warm his cheeks feel. You were captivating. And there's little that would prevent the curl of heat low in his belly — physical interest at the unexpectedly blunt confession of Tseng getting hard.]
Yes, it makes sense. [He hides his own face briefly behind the cup of tea in his hand.] I...
[Ahem.]
I enjoyed that you made me ask for what I wanted. And, when you — played with the plug. [It never gets easier to discuss such a thing aloud, especially with Tseng, whose cool professionalism sets his nerves on edge.] I've been experimenting with... larger sizes recently, so that's why I asked for what I did at the time. [😳] There's nothing I particularly disliked. I would not choose to do things like that in a public place normally, but I was under the influence of the suit then, so it didn't matter to me. What else did you want to discuss?
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[Not all of it — not how he'd begged Tseng to fuck him on a bar stool when he is normally so reticent about being in public. Granted, they were not seen given the circumstances the resort was suffering at time, but the... shamelessness of his own actions isn't far from his mind in this conversation. Of course, circumspect as Tseng is, it is no surprise the man does not bring it up.
He listens to what Tseng tells him next, humming a small sound of affirmation, trying to play off how warm his cheeks feel. You were captivating. And there's little that would prevent the curl of heat low in his belly — physical interest at the unexpectedly blunt confession of Tseng getting hard.]
Yes, it makes sense. [He hides his own face briefly behind the cup of tea in his hand.] I...
[Ahem.]
I enjoyed that you made me ask for what I wanted. And, when you — played with the plug. [It never gets easier to discuss such a thing aloud, especially with Tseng, whose cool professionalism sets his nerves on edge.] I've been experimenting with... larger sizes recently, so that's why I asked for what I did at the time. [😳] There's nothing I particularly disliked. I would not choose to do things like that in a public place normally, but I was under the influence of the suit then, so it didn't matter to me. What else did you want to discuss?