[log] Such a Pretty Face Who: Uchiha Itachi,Adriel Carson When: October 14th Where: The Domus What: Itachi meets Adriel. Adriel tries to get Itachi to dance. Warnings: Adriel, flirting, kissing, drinking Open or Closed: Closed Observable: Yes
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Itachi wasn’t a fan of the Domus, but it did make money. Right now, he was taking a break from tittering fans and having a drink. He’d already had some water, and now sat nursing something very fruity with strawberries in it.
He’d dressed in black-- a tank tops over a wire mesh T-shirt with his normal black pants and boots. Itachi had his hair tied back with a red ribbon tipped with bells. That had become his signature. Itachi absorbed the soft atmosphere of the club getting ready to close and let his eyes fall almost shut.
Out on the dance floor, a young man was dancing up against a much taller, broader man, the smaller one dressed in a deep red tee shirt that complimented his red curls, black pants that hugged his hips way too well.
He got tired after a bit, heading over to drape himself over the bar, flirting with whatever bartender was there, kneeling on the stool, elbows on the bar. When he leaned back, he caught sight of the tall man with the fruity strawberry drink and the long black hair. A slow, sultry smile came across his face. He sat back on the stool, crossing his legs at the knee, and leaned closer, an elbow resting on his knees as he made eye contact.
“Hello there.”
Most people ignored Itachi while he was hiding in his corner, and he had expected the man flopping around the bar to ignore him to. Itachi raised an eyebrow as he was spoke to.
“Can I help you?” Itachi asked. The other had no obvious weapons--not a direct threat.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Adriel purred, a soft smile on his face, tilting his head a little bit “Do you dance?”
It was a simple question, gently flirtatious. The young man seemed a little bit...tense, after all. No need to come on too strong.
Itachi glanced at the crowd of people. He went around the club with his Sharingan activated--just in case. It also pleased the fans, to look into his dangerous eyes and not be harmed. Itachi hadn’t used genjutsu on a Native. He didn’t know how his collar would respond.
“I’m physically capable of it, but I’m not going to.” Get into that press of writhing bodies? No. Itachi had a few enemies on campus, and he didn’t want to give them a chance to easily stab him.
“Aw, what a pity. I was rather hoping you would dance,” Adriel said, looking a little disappointed even as he shrugged and leaned forward to signal the bartender. He then drained his glass, clearly wanting another one.
That was his third of the night.
“What, is it the crowd or the fear of embarrassing yourself?”
“Maybe it’s you,” Itachi offered a third suggestion and smiled sweetly. He took another sip of his drink. He didn’t care of the man stayed or left or was offended. Itachi didn’t recognize him as dangerous, so Itachi could probably hold his own against him.
Adriel laughed, light and pleasant, and leaned back in his chair, eyes ghosting over the body of the man in front of him before turning to the bartender to thank him, sipping at his drink this time.
“Aw, I’m not that scary, am I?” he pouted at him.
Itachi scoffed. “Terrifying.” The man wasn’t much taller than Izumo. He was smaller, certainly. Oddly pleasant in a non-smothering way, but that just made Itachi wary. What did this man want?
“Aww, I never thought of myself as terrifying,” he purred, lowering his lashes at him before straightening, offering a hand.
“My name is Adriel. What’s yours?”
Itachi dimpled a charming little smile at the man. “I suppose you don’t spend much time in front of a mirror.” Itachi could banter.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” Most people knew Itachi on sight by now. Itachi looked at Adriel’s hand. No weapon. Nothing in his hand or on it. Itachi bowed his head and looked back up at the man. “Uchiha Itachi.”
“Yep, how’d you know?” he asked, laughing again as he leaned against the bar, twirling a lock of hair in his fingers, merely an idle habit, something much better than scrubbing that spot off the bar, at least.
“And really, I think I’m quite cute.” Another laugh and he bowed his back, stretching backward against the bar to crack some of the knots in his spine. “Short, thin, nice hips. Hmmm...” He looked Itachi up and down, then snickered again. Poor man must not be gay.
“Nothing on you, though.”
“Everyone who’s been here a few weeks knows who I am,” Itachi admitted. “You’ll figure out soon enough. Just don’t mention me to any of the Natives,” Itachi suggested. He sipped his drink and tried to decide how he was supposed to be taking this man. He wasn’t really doing anything offensive.
Itachi grimaced. “Years of selective and very precise breeding.” If you were going to breed for selective traits, might as well include good looks.
“Well, still,” he said with a shrug, not exactly sure what to say in response to that. All of his flirting was basically getting shot down or ignored, which left him to either step it up a notch or stop completely.
He chose to step it up, leaning a little closer, finger tracing a design on the bar as he looked at him from lowered lashes.
“There’s no arguing that you’re really quite handsome. I do wish you’d take me up on that dance...” He sighed, a quiet admittance that this Itachi guy probably wouldn’t do so, and gave him a sweet smile.
Itachi watched the idle drawing to make sure that the doodles were not any signs he recognized. Itachi glanced up at Adriel and frowned.
“Really, what do you want? Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.” Itachi liked to think he was above that.
“Didn’t I already say what I wanted?” Adriel said with a chuckle, grinning at him. “A dance. But since you’re not going to do that, I want to talk to you. I don’t know many people here, anyway.”
That didn’t mean he hadn’t found plenty people to have fun with, but he didn’t know most of their names. He didn’t much care about their names, either.
Itachi eyed Adriel as if he had grown another head. Obviously this one had no sense of self preservation. “There are better people to get to know.” Itachi tipped his head down the bar. “Candy’s friendly.” The girl with rainbow hair chattered to someone, all smiles and laughs.
“Mm, perhaps, but I’m not interested in Candy. I’m interested in you,” he said softly. It was the truth, after all, so there was no reason to hide that fact.
“Then you obviously know very little about me.” Itachi eyed the bar and spotted a large man with silver skin. “How about him then?” If he pointed out enough people, maybe Adriel would take the hint and move off somewhere else.
“Hmm, interesting,” he responded, noticing the silver-skinned male, but then turned back to Itachi. Nope, that tactic wouldn’t get him to go away.
“And since I clearly know so little about you, how about you tell me about yourself?”
“I murder children in their sleep.” Itachi smiled sweetly and took the last sip of his drink.
Adriel laughed. There was nothing else to do about such a comment except laugh.
Either that or shit his pants in fear.
“Oh, is that so? What did they do to have it coming?”
Itachi shook his head. “No. They just had the misfortune of being related to me,” He replied simply. Simple felt best here, though nothing felt good.
“Oh dear…” he said on a giggle, but really showed no other reaction to it. He didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t looking past it, nor was he accepting and moving on. He just flat-out didn’t care. It meant nothing to him that Itachi had killed people, killed his family. He had slept with worse, dated with worse. At least the boy admitted what he was—and Adriel was only looking for a contact or two, maybe a lay in the future. He wasn’t looking for a friend in Itachi, nor in anyone else he had met.
Itachi watched the man and wondered if he really wanted to get tangled up with another psych or sociopath in his life. Could he use the man, balancing out the annoyance or danger of dealing with him.
“Should I threaten you next?” Itachi asked. “I usually only visit violence on my relatives, but I could make an exception.”
Adriel cracked up at the threat, shaking his head a bit. He was drunk, which was why it was funny.
“You assume I haven’t been close to death?” he asked with another little snicker, shrugging a bit. He couldn’t do anything but laugh considering he was too drunk to feel scared. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or offended.”
“I assume you don’t like pain.” Itachi shrugged. “If you do, then you should go see Kali. She’s into that.” Itachi wondered if he could skip out on the end of his shift entertaining the masses.
“Can’t you at least point me to a guy?” Adriel asked with a playful pout, shifting closer to Itachi, meeting his eyes. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with this one, but he could be nice. He ordered him a drink, letting the bartender choose, completely unaware that the liquid in Itachi’s glass was not alcohol.
And the bartender. Well, he didn’t care enough to correct for it.
Itachi eyed the drink, though Adriel didn’t have a chance to tamper with it, and the barkeeper wouldn’t. Itachi took a wary sip, but it didn’t taste poisoned. “Picky?”
Maybe Itachi had gotten used to Izumo, who seemed to not prefer any gender to another.
“You could say that. The more accurate term for it is ‘gay’.” He snickered. “I mean, women are all nice and great, great to snuggle to when you want nothing more than a hug, but a man…oh…”
The wicked smile on his face promised quite the vulgar description of what a man could do to another man’s body, explicit in the pleasures that he loved to feel, but he just took a drink. If Itachi led into it, he would start on it, but until Itachi said something that would excuse such lewd words, he held his tongue.
There was always time for seduction later.
Itachi took another sip of his drink. Maybe it did taste odd. Itachi peered at it, then looked at Adriel. “There is a saying ‘if both of us were the same, one of us would be extraneous.’”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Adriel asked quietly, tilting his head at Itachi and taking a long draw from his own drink.
Was that some sort of veiled threat? It sounded very much like a threat to Adriel, but that only caused a thrill to go through his veins. Could he take this tall man with the lithe muscles and the strange eyes?
Probably not. He would rather try to seduce him than fight him.
“You’re annoying.” Itachi didn’t think that was what the saying meant, but he found it true. He didn’t know why Adriel was here, which was annoying. He hadn’t offered anything Itachi might want or find helpful, so, as far as Itachi could see, the man was wasting Itachi’s time.
“Aww, that’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Well, actually, it wasn’t. If so, that would be a terrible, terrible life. He was just making a joke of it, batting his eyelashes at Itachi and squirming slightly in his seat. “And from such a handsome gentleman. Well that might have just made my night.”
Itachi stopped and looked at Adriel critically for a few moments. He glanced down the bar, and then back to Adriel. “Did you just...” Itachi stopped and frowned.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Well...yes. I have been the whole time,” Adriel said with a chuckle and a wink. How cute was that? He must be an innocent. Adriel wasn’t interested in being someone’s first, though, so he made a mental note to scale back the flirting just a bit, just enough so it wasn’t so overtly sexual.
He wasn’t going to stop. Itachi was too cute!
Ha! Itachi could tell when someone was flirting. There made him ridiculously pleased. Kind of warm and tingly. Hopefully it didn’t show on his face beyond a slight smirk. Ahahaha!
“Why?” Itachi turned to face Adriel, giving the man the possibly unnerving pleasure of his full attention, if that was what he wanted.
“Because, like I said, you’re very handsome,” Adriel said with a broad, happy smile. He was glad to finally have the man’s full attention and stretched backward, allowing his shirt to ride up. “I figured it couldn’t hurt, right?”
With Adriel’s shirt up like that, gutting him would be easy. Itachi contemplated it, tracing the slim cut it would take with his eyes, while knowing he wouldn’t do it.
Itachi scoffed, tucking his bangs back behind his ear. “I look like a girl. I thought you didn’t like girls.”
“You don’t look like a girl at all. Of the two of us, I’m probably the one who could pass as a girl,” he said with a laugh, hiking his heel up on one of the bar stool rungs, leaning back against the bar’s surface casually, drink twisting in his fingers. “Quite honestly, I find you very handsome.”
Not like a girl at all.
“Mm.” Itachi didn’t believe that. He’d been picked on for his features too often for that. Adriel obviously wanted to boost Itachi’s ego. He was going about it the wrong way. Itachi started to take a sip of his drink and realized it was empty.
Itachi leaned forward. He couldn’t decide on the best insult and simply reached out, touching the bared sliver of stomach. “You’re dead. Dress better next time you flirt with killers.” Itachi sat back. Killing was the ultimate put down.
Adriel gasped at the touch to his stomach, flesh twitching under Itachi’s touch, his cheeks heating a little bit at the threat. When the ninja leaned back, he leaned forward, winking at him.
“That sounds like a better way to die than a heart attack or alcohol poisoning,” he said with a purr.
Itachi leaned back, almost losing his balance on his stool. He eyed Adriel.
“Oh. You’re a masochist.” Itachi had learned all the little phrases and definitions he’d been told to. He knew how to classify people.
“Nope. It just sounds better than those past two options. After all, I’d get to see a nice face before I go, wouldn’t I?”
He laughed. He had no intention of changing how he dressed, either, but he saw no need to call this guy on it. It was too fun to mess with him.
Itachi wobbled on his stool. “You’re crazy--and I’m crazy, so I know crazy, but you’re a lunatic.”
“Oh, maybe a bit. I’m not going to deny it,” he said with a chuckle, leaning back into his own space and finishing his drink.
He just winked at him, tilted his glass at him again, then raised his hand for another drink.
“I take it that’s still a no on that dance?”
Itachi grimaced. “Too easy to get stabbed in a crowd like that. Or poisoned.” Itachi shrugged.
“We don’t have to dance in the crowd. We could dance right here,” he said, kicking his foot against his own stool purposefully. “What, is getting stabbed and poisoned a thing around here or something?”
Sounded somewhat like home.
“Back home it is,” Itachi shrugged. “I don’t know how to dance.” Did the lights look brighter over there?
“You don’t? I could teach you if you’d want. I promise, no funny business,” he said, quite serious. It just wasn’t right that such a handsome young man didn’t know how to dance. How were people like Adriel supposed to get their jollies without being complete leches?
“If you want.”
Because dancing was fun. It was a pity that Itachi didn’t know how because he was missing out on that fun.
Itachi leaned forward on his stool and cocked his head at Adriel. “And what is the benefit of dancing?” Of learning it. Of falling off his stool trying to stand, because the floor looked farther away than it should.
He tilted his head back at Itachi.
“Because it’s fun.”
And dancing was a serious matter to Adriel, or at least fun was.
Itachi eyed Adriel. “Fine.” Itachi slid off his stool very carefully and stood beside it, watching Adriel carefully.
Adriel bounced off of his stool and pushed them both back under the bar, paused a moment to listen to the beat, then put his hands on Itachi’s shoulders.
“Put your hands on my waist, okay? And then move to the beat.”
As soon as Adriel touched him, Itachi ducked back, sweeping a blow at the man’s gut before he could stop himself. Itachi did stop. He scowled and slowly straightened before doing as he was told.
Hands on Adriel’s hip. There.
“Whoops!” Adriel said, laughingly dodging the blow to his gut before Itachi put his hands on his hips. Adriel put his own hands firmly back on Itachi’s shoulders and met his eyes, giggling slightly. The dark-haired male was quite tall compared to the tiny redhead. It caused him to laugh and fight the urge to cuddle into his chest.
He was teaching Itachi how to dance. Nothing more.
His hips started moving to the beat and Adriel’s smile broadened.
“Just do what my hips are doing, okay?”
Watching with the Sharingan, Itachi could see exactly what Adriel was doing. Copying it was another thing entirely. Itachi frowned and watched, trying to mimic the odd rotation. He'd never even tried to make his hips do something like that.
Adriel just laughed softly and trailed his fingers down along Itachi’s sides, more so that he wouldn’t surprise him--apparently this guy didn’t like being touched suddenly--than hitting on him. Once his hands closed over the hips, though, he began moving them with his hands just a little smoother, in a less complicated rhythm, just side to side.
“Like so.”
Itachi tensed a little. That tickled--tender flesh of the sides, also vulnerable, so not a place Itachi would allow to be casually touching. Odd too, having someone manipulate his movements like this. Itachi bit the corner of his bottom lip.
“Relax. It’ll flow better. I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”
He met Itachi’s eyes, nodding slightly. His hands pressed rather firmly to Itachi’s hips and there was no weapon in his lips. There was no way such a small male would hurt the ninja--especially not without his knife. Sure, Adriel was strong, but he didn’t really want to try to take on Itachi.
“It’s very difficult to relax with you touching me,” The words came out pointed, as if he could relax with anyone else touching him, but Adriel put him on edge. Itachi took a deep breath and tried to force the buzzing tension from his muscles. Instead, he was assaulted with a sweeping dizziness. He gripped Adriel’s hips harder and his forehead dropped to Adriel’s shoulder.
“Understandable, but I’m not going to hurt you, and it’s sort of necessary to touch you if we’re going to dance,” Adriel said lightly, mostly unaffected by the tone of voice. “At least you know where my hands are, and I’m not groping you, right?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, either. He wanted to, sure, but he figured it was for the best to just leave this one alone. Too naive.
When Itachi lowered his head to Adriel’s shoulder and gripped harder, the shorter male fell still, looking concerned.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Itachi slowly straightened himself. He would not admit weakness. Adriel smelled good.
“It’s different without a pole,” Itachi added, glancing across the crowd to where some of the exotic dancers were performing. Sometimes they let him hide backstage. No one ever looked for him back there.
“Good,” Adriel said softly when Itachi straightened up. He was a little worried, but he let it go and just continued moving his hips, guiding the other male’s along to the same beat.
“I’ve never danced on a pole. It takes great strength and flexibility and...I probably would fall right off.” He laughed.
“Chakra helps,” Itachi added. He thought he was getting the hip movement--more fluid, less jerky. Ha. There. It looked almost right.
“Well I don’t have any of that, either,” Adriel said lightly, nodding in approval as Itachi began to get the movements down. “Whatever it is.”
“Magic,” Itachi replied with a shrug and a sudden grin. He felt ridiculous calling chakra magic. He stepped closer to Adriel, as all the other people dancing were crushed together.
“Ahh, that I know of,” he said softly, smiling a little more as Itachi stepped closer.
“Can you use, what did you call it... chakra?”
Itachi scoffed. “Of course I can.”
“Don’t make that noise at me,” Adriel said, trying and failing to sound offended behind his chuckle. “How am I supposed to know whether you can or not? I was just asking. I barely even know you.”
“You’re an idiot. You should always research a target before you go after that. Even Gennin know how to do that.” Itachi gave Adriel a mocking look, pushing him back a little.
Adriel wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue a bit as Itachi fussed at him and pushed him away, stepping closer just to spite him.
“Aw, now, how was I supposed to know to do that? Anyway, I’ve done my research. Apparently you’ve never danced and you kill people.”
And Adriel didn’t care.
“That’s not research. I told you that.” Itachi smirked. “You’re stupid and lazy.” Meaning if he was a ninja, he’d be dead.
“I just met you and you were foolish enough to let such things slip. Makes me wonder...”
He seemed rather content dancing with Itachi, though, no matter how dangerous he could be. He hadn’t been in any more danger from old ex-boyfriends, after all, so he didn’t care.
“You’re not a threat, why would I be worried about revealing things to you?” Itachi asked. He set his hands on Adriel’s chest, palms flat and fingers splayed.
Adriel just grinned brightly, shivering slightly at the hands on his chest. Was Itachi flirting or threatening? He didn’t know, but he liked it.
“I suppose you’re right. I’m too tiny and weak--and stupid and lazy, as you said--to be much of a threat, right?”
Well, that wasn’t the case and if he wanted to be a threat, he could. But being a threat would ruin his chances to get laid. Ever.
Itachi grinned and leaned down. “No, if you could ever be a threat to me, I would have heard about it. I do my research.” He also felt a little giddy now. He turned his hands to more hold Adriel’s shirt for a fraction of stability.
“But why would I want to be a threat to you, anyway?” Adriel said with a slight laugh, shifting closer, using the steps of the dance as an excuse. He didn’t mind that Itachi was grabbing at his shirt, didn’t mind that they were talking about threats.
“Hey. For someone who supposedly doesn’t know how to dance, you’re doing very well,” he said softly, licking his lips to wet them.
“I learn quickly,” Itachi dismissed the praise. Also, it wasn’t that different from picking up kata, though the logic behind the movements were very different.
“It’s a good thing,” he said happily. “I’m glad you learn quickly. Now you can dance with some pretty woman and threaten her, am I right?”
It was clear that Adriel was brushing off the threats as jokes, failed attempts at flirting.
Itachi stopped, suddenly flat footed. “Why would I do that?”
“I dunno. It’s fun,” he said with a laugh. “Assuming the threats are your attempt at flirting, I mean.”
Itachi scoffed. He looked at his hands, then Adriel. “Fine. You got me dancing. You got what you wanted. You can go.”
“Nope,” Adriel said sassily, grinning up at him and nudging his hips to get him dancing again. “Because I’m having fun. And so are you. Admit it.”
Itachi pushed Adriel back and stepped back. “Why would toying with you be fun?”
Adriel pouted up at him, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Because.”
Unfortunately, that was his only argument.
“Oh, you think you’re something special, don’t you? But, you don’t have anything I want, do you?” Itachi smirked. “You need to work on being more persuasive.”
“You don’t know if I don’t have anything you want. You’ve not asked,” Adriel said with a wink. “So come on, tell me what I can do for you--other than leave, of course.”
Which he would do soon enough. He still had plans for the night.
Itachi shook his head. “Make an offer.”
“Ohh, well how about...dinner, on me?” he offered, leaning up on his toes, a little playful smile on his face.
“I already have someone to eat dinner with, try again.” Itachi smirked. enjoying the teasing game. He didn’t know where he would go, but he didn’t mind turning Adriel down.
“Oh, but I could make you dinner. And dessert,” Adriel said, smirking a little bit, exuding nothing but confidence that his offer would be accepted, not seeming to care that he had just been shot down. This wasn’t just a game to Itachi. In fact, it was a game for Adriel. He was trying to see what he could get away with.
“Yes, so you could slip any number of things into my food--I’m capable of making my own meals. I’m not in the market for a wife.” Adriel was small and fine boned enough to pass for a woman. Slap in in a pink apron, and no one would think twice!
“Well how about a personal slave? A day? A week?” Adriel offered with a snicker, leaning back a little. Ooh, food did sound good. Maybe later. He had fun to have! And Itachi was fun, and once he was done with him, he would go have fun with another guy.
“There are drones to to things like that...” Itachi shrugged and stepped back. “You’re very bad at making yourself valuable, aren’t you?” Itachi smirked and turned back to the bar, waving to the bar tender for another drink, making the sign for “same as the last one.”
“Well, certainly, you don’t want a kiss,” Adriel teased, puckering his lips playfully at Itachi. “Maybe you should tell me what you want and I’ll tell you if I can provide. It’s more fun that way.”
Itachi sat back down on his stool and turned to face Adriel. He felt like he was being mocked. He set his hands on the stool and leaned forward, his hair falling over his shoulder. Like this, he was just about level with Adriel, maybe a little shorter.
“Sure, why not a kiss?” Easy end. He could mock Adriel after it was over and leave having won the game.
“Really? Well you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Adriel purred in pure delight. He moved closer, placing his hands harmlessly on Itachi’s knees, leaning in.
Well, if he wanted a kiss, Adriel would give him a really good kiss. He slowly leaned forward and sealed their lips together, firm, but gentle, inviting more.
Itachi hardly twitched when Adriel touched his knees. It wasn’t as if Itachi had never been kissed before. When Shisui was exceptionally exuberant or affectionate, Itachi often got one planted on his lips, but this wasn’t Shisui. Something crawled up Itachi’s spine. He tried to analyze it: pressure, dampness, warmth. So he need to press back. And he did, hesitantly and awkwardly.
It surprised Adriel when Itachi kissed him back, but he only allowed his lips to curl a bit, then part, inviting but not pushing. It was nice, though it was clear that Itachi probably hadn’t kissed anyone quite like Adriel was kissing him now.
That was fine. He could teach that, too.
Itachi didn’t think he was kissing Adriel right. He didn’t see what was so great about it. Now Adriel’s mouth was open. Was that how you were supposed to do it? Itachi turned his head a fraction and copied the motion. Adriel’s breath tasted like whatever he’d been drinking. Almost sweet.
Oh well this was going way better than expected. Adriel let out a soft, approving noise and raised one of his hands, fingertips ghosting along his arm, up to his neck, touching the back of it, and then burying themselves in his hair.
Yes. Itachi was doing things right. He was trying to get that message across just by his reactions. His own lips began to move a little, catching Itachi’s between them, a tease.
Tongue would probably be too invasive, so Adriel was hesitant to add that.
Itachi tracked the movement of the hand, ducked as little as it came up, getting a harder press into Adriel’s lips before Adriel’s hands touched his hair. It wasn’t a pull, but firmer than a pet. That he liked, and he knew he liked it. Itachi pushed his head into Adriel’s hand, kiss mostly forgotten.
Except Adriel was eating his lip?
Itachi stopped.
Oh, so Itachi liked the hand in his hair, but didn’t like the movement of his lips? Adriel filed that information away for later and pulled back a bit, offering one more tiny, chaste kiss before he smiled at him.
“So?”
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be impressed about.” Itachi, head still canted to the side, looked up at Adriel through his lashes. He had the urge to wipe his lips off. They felt too wet.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” he asked, his fingers still in Itachi’s hair, still close to him. The tone wasn’t judging, just soft, curious, almost as if he had figured that out, himself. “It’s supposed to feel good.” But perhaps Itachi wasn’t gay? That was a possibility.
“It’s fine.” He pulled away, wiping his bottom lip a little, trying to get the little bit of saliva there off. It felt funny. “I suggest you try with other people though. It feels good if you get the right person.”
That wasn’t what Itachi had been expecting. He looked at Adriel carefully, wondering if this could be more teasing. It didn’t seem like it, but Itachi still felt patronized. He did miss the fingers in his hair.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Itachi replied dryly.
Adriel smiled softly, gently, and leaned forward a little bit, lips at his ear.
“I’ll tell you a secret: sometimes it takes a lot to find the person who makes it feel good. It goes for everything.”
No, he wasn’t making fun of Itachi. There was a strange, sad knowledge in his eyes and his stance as he pulled back. As much as he encouraged people getting out and trying things, he knew that his own lifestyle was...not the best.
“Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”
And with that, he gave a broad grin, a wave, and trotted off, holding his hand up for a drink as he went.