E L I O .
it honestly shouldn’t surprise him anymore, seeing caspar’s hand extended, bills at the ready between his fingertips. it’s practically the only way he sees caspar, really, or it would be if he had anything to say about it. avoiding the flirtatious regular outside of work hours is the best chance elio has of up-keeping his self-imposed rule not to take things too far with a customer. it isn’t for any moral disinclination towards sex outside of the workplace but, rather, a necessary compartmentalizing that keeps the two facets of his life completely separate. caspar just happens to be someone he dabbles with both day and night which is a dangerous game for elio to allow. knowing it’s not just a simple tip he’s being given, aurelio turns a coy glance at the familiar face, arching a brow with a practiced nonchalance. deft fingers pluck the wad of cash from his patron, tucking it under the strap of the rather useless suspenders clipped to his tiny shorts. there’s a thrill to it all, knowing he can be looked at but not touched. he does the touching, thank you very much. his hands grip the back of the cushy arm chair caspar has selected and he effortlessly positions his body close enough to tease without missing a single beat of the music. there are some obligatory catcalls and what elio likes to think of as wistful sighs as he leans down to let his attention fixate on the highest bidder. “what will it be today then, gorgeous?” he drawls, letting his accent come on thicker than usual. the glittering smirk remains firmly in place, a testament to the control he has over this situation despite the way immediate adrenaline races through his heart.
“surprise me,” there’s the slightest catch in his breath, though it’s brushed away with a breezy smile at the other. cas has learned the rules -- including elio’s own personal ones -- and he respects them. always. without exception. however, it’s always fun to toy around with the wiggle room he is allowed. that wiggle room seemingly expands with the depth of the wad of cash he hands over, and he doesn’t mind that at all. it’s play. it’s fun. nothing here has to be taken too seriously, and it feels like a much needed chance to let his hair down and feel his heart race with the good sorts of adrenaline, as opposed to the palpitations he gets from work these days. “you always know what’s best, after all,” he pouts his lips a little, dark eyes batting up at the male hovering so tantalisingly close and moving effortlessly with the music. caspar’s skin prickles, hairs on end wherever their bodies come close to touching. close, but not quite having made it yet. it’ll be up to elio if and when they touch at all. his head spins with that lack of control, but he knows being patient always pays off. “how has work been tonight? any asses that need kicking? because i’m gonna be free right after this to do it,” he says it playfully, but there’s a serious promise tucked under his velvety deep tone; he could and would kick anyone’s ass for upsetting elio or pushing the limits too far. this is his place of work, he deserves respect and nothing less.
