C Young Gods

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Desmond would be lying if he said he didn't notice Ocean's reaction to his words and in response he purposefully and languidly opened his mouth for the coffee. After he'd taken his mouthful he swallowed the bitter liquid down before running his tongue across his lips to catch any remaining coffee, being sure to show off the silver stud in the center of his tongue. "Ala Ocean, you say?" Desmond repeated. "Less salty than I would have imagined with a name like that."

Pushing away the small remainder of his lunch, far more interested Ocean than chicken, Desmond set his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. "As for the free entertainment," that sly grin appeared once more, showing off his teeth. "They don't let me get out to the clubs much anymore, guess if you're interested you'd have to settle for my room." There was a light in those fire colored eyes at Ocean's last words.

"A new thing you say?" His voice held a teasing tone to it. "No worries, it's not true what they say about old dogs and new tricks." Desmond was keeping himself under control so far, being careful to not let any of his power seep into his words despite how much he wanted to. Ocean's blush had been rather adorable, a flash of red beneath blue strands of hair, and he found himself tempted to use underhanded tricks to see it again.