"For someone who always has a stick up their ass. Maybe you should relax and enjoy having a cock inside it instead?" (From Jean. I can't keep a straight face w/ this)
Kim blinks. Once. Twice. Eyes wide.
Staring at his colleague - love interest? - as he stands in the middle of their shared office, cup of fresh coffee stuck between his gloved fingers. Jean leans with his hip against his desk, looking... awfully smug, in a way, like he has just managed to crank out the most perfect string of words in the entirety of his existence.
A second passes, two, three, turning into half a minute of prolonged silence between the two men. They’re alone, and that’s precisely why Vicquemare has even had the balls to speak such a thing out loud - no other colleague in sight, with it being late once more, most already gone home or being on one last round of patrol for the day.
And after another moment of stillness passes, Kitsuragi finally moves - takes a deep breath through his nostrils, chin lifting, as he brings his steaming hot mug up to his lips. He sips a bit of his aromatic, hot beverage, equally as dark eyes continuing to linger on the younger for a bit more as he suddenly takes a step forward.
One more, then he stands in front of the Officer, close - and holds that eye-contact that is going on between them almost fiercely, his cup finding its place on Jean’s desk so Kim can fold his arms in front of his slim chest.
“---I have had quite a few cocks up my ass, Lieutenant.”
There is no hesitation lingering in the smooth of Kitsuragi’s voice - it’s steady and collected, nonchalant even, like he is talking about the weather forcast... but there is a certain intensity lingering within his syllables, spoken with force, a smugness of his own that almost comes across as displeased.
“I have been fucked at a variety of places - at night clubs, at home, in dark alleyways, Motor Carriages... - have forced men down onto their knees while slapping their faces. Pressed others onto the mattress while spanking their behinds with riding crops, some of those even received a spanking to their balls if they were especially naughty. After that I kept them down while I straddled their hips and fucked myself on their cocks, kept going when they came inside me, tortured them with overstimulation and watched them cry and beg for mercy. ---And I had a lot of fun while doing that.”
A pregnant pause follows - the clock sticking to the wall above the doorframe ticking away, tick, tick, tick...
Kim still watches Vicquemare. Expression as blank and stern as before... though he does quirk a brow now, allows it to rise from behind the dark rims of his glasses.
“...The man you deem ‘unable to relax’ has gotten fucked - and fucked others - more times within the last four years than you have within the last three decades of your existence, Lieutenant. I am experienced - are you?”
There, finally, a grin that spreads over a set of full lips. It’s only there to be seen by Jean, no one else, tugging at the corners of his mouth as Kitsuragi takes another, soft breath.
“So in case you want to stick your cock up my ass tonight, you should ask me nicely... and I may consider it - in case I feel generous.”
