"I'm just kidding of course. Do you have anything to eat?" The elf took his horn flask out from hip pocket and took a swig of the ol' Firebrand. Cicero couldn't handle it, so he didn't offer.
Sifting through his pack, Cicero squeals in joy to find what looked like the smushed remains of a once beautiful sweetroll "Oh, oh!! Not a spot of mold!"
He offers it to him to share and they do, Chac smiling darkly to Cicero, watching him scoop up a thick dollop of icing onto his index finger. Cicero stares it down with desire before bringing it to his lips and sucking it off, moaning in delight. He loved the icing the most, Chac laughed at the naughtiness of it all. Big brown eyes catch his, and the Jester sports a cheshire cat grin.
"Oh what oh what could the hungry Listener be looking at, hmmm?" he sang, watching Chac's eyebrows drawn down as he gulped his last piece of dessert. He was still hungry, yes, very... and Cicero always looked sweet to him. Especially now, with the fire catching his pretty red hair, making it glow like hot iron, the freckles along the bridge of his nose getting caught in a wrinkle while he smiled. Many would say that Cicero wasn't attractive, but it was those few and far between who got to know him the way he does. He thought Cicero was just beautiful.
"Nothing really," He deflected the man, looking out onto the fire and beyond that, the ice and seafoam sway and crash against the dark shore. Cicero groaned and slunked his shoulders down, making it obvious he wasn't just looking to tease. "Just wondering what to do now..how about...a...game?" Chac sighs, his gaze playful.
Cicero perks up again, his eyes darting around his alluring surroundings before scanning the fit elf before him. The way he sat was very statuesque, something to be admired both near and far. He wanted that. So, so very much. Both of them knew it would come to this the moment they arrived here, it was just too uncanny. How could they not?
"I know a game we can play.." Cicero smirks, his eyes devouring Chac's as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls his slender form towards him, catlike and coy.
"Huh, do you now? Can I guess which game?"
"Oh you can guess, listener, but only a madman would get this wrong!"
They stare for a little while, chac rubbing his stubbly chin and pouting out his lip. He squinted and hummed, watching Ciceros eager grin.... He was beautiful in the dark light, and he loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled . His lean body covered in nothing but the skintight Dark Brotherhood armor made Chac's cock stir under the cloth.
Chac stared him down, and Cicero knew him well enough to 'get' the face he pulled. Chac feigned an idiotic look, choosing to toy with playful Cicero.
"Is it Slapsies?"
"No! Guess again!" Cicero couldn't contain his excited giggle "Stab and tell?"
"Close, close, but no again! Hehehe!"
Chac leaned in, face serious and concerned..
"Do you want me to count your toes again?"
"Listener! You jest with poor Cicero! Here, a hint."
Re: Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 2
Sifting through his pack, Cicero squeals in joy to find what looked like the smushed remains of a once beautiful sweetroll "Oh, oh!! Not a spot of mold!"
He offers it to him to share and they do, Chac smiling darkly to Cicero, watching him scoop up a thick dollop of icing onto his index finger. Cicero stares it down with desire before bringing it to his lips and sucking it off, moaning in delight. He loved the icing the most, Chac laughed at the naughtiness of it all. Big brown eyes catch his, and the Jester sports a cheshire cat grin.
"Oh what oh what could the hungry Listener be looking at, hmmm?" he sang, watching Chac's eyebrows drawn down as he gulped his last piece of dessert. He was still hungry, yes, very... and Cicero always looked sweet to him. Especially now, with the fire catching his pretty red hair, making it glow like hot iron, the freckles along the bridge of his nose getting caught in a wrinkle while he smiled. Many would say that Cicero wasn't attractive, but it was those few and far between who got to know him the way he does. He thought Cicero was just beautiful.
"Nothing really," He deflected the man, looking out onto the fire and beyond that, the ice and seafoam sway and crash against the dark shore. Cicero groaned and slunked his shoulders down, making it obvious he wasn't just looking to tease. "Just wondering what to do now..how about...a...game?" Chac sighs, his gaze playful.
Cicero perks up again, his eyes darting around his alluring surroundings before scanning the fit elf before him. The way he sat was very statuesque, something to be admired both near and far. He wanted that. So, so very much. Both of them knew it would come to this the moment they arrived here, it was just too uncanny. How could they not?
"I know a game we can play.." Cicero smirks, his eyes devouring Chac's as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls his slender form towards him, catlike and coy.
"Huh, do you now? Can I guess which game?"
"Oh you can guess, listener, but only a madman would get this wrong!"
They stare for a little while, chac rubbing his stubbly chin and pouting out his lip. He squinted and hummed, watching Ciceros eager grin.... He was beautiful in the dark light, and he loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled . His lean body covered in nothing but the skintight Dark Brotherhood armor made Chac's cock stir under the cloth.
Chac stared him down, and Cicero knew him well enough to 'get' the face he pulled. Chac feigned an idiotic look, choosing to toy with playful Cicero.
"Is it Slapsies?"
"No! Guess again!" Cicero couldn't contain his excited giggle
"Stab and tell?"
"Close, close, but no again! Hehehe!"
Chac leaned in, face serious and concerned..
"Do you want me to count your toes again?"
"Listener! You jest with poor Cicero! Here, a hint."