What?!
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
Fingers ran through saffron strands before the man lit his cigarette with the aid of his left hand to block the wind, shaking the the match out with the other. Tossing the small stick to the ground as he rounded the corner and took a rather large hit. Trying to edge his nerves back to a neutral state from the stress of the workday. Hazel eyes glancing over the horizon and admiring the sun set while he walked. Upon reaching the corner he found himself blocked by a man who resembled the flea looking up at him cutting his path short.
Brilliant crimson orbs working their way over his features as if he were comparing his looks to their own fancies, a hand came up to cup his junk and Delic almost dropped his cigarette in shock. Though his legs didn't move when those sinful lips asked if he had money and the only thing he could do was nod and frown, "What would you do if I said I did? What makes you think for one second I would--" Words cut as the man delved deeper and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them before reaching in to rub on his heated flesh.
The blond hissed and closed his eyes for a moment, dragging the other into the alley and out of sight to question him, "What the fuck? Are you fucking serious about this you damn flea? Why do you want me and why are you asking for money, please tell me this is some sort of elaborate joke and you aren't really out here selling yourself like a common street whore."
