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[ There's a heavy pause as Maruki's mind slowly congeals itself back into a logical, coherent thing, and his memory of their conversation returns to him, and– ]

Oh– oh, my...

[ Just. Give him a second. To clear his throat and try to compose himself. ]

R-right. Of course. I didn't forget, Corbeau.

[ He glances down his body at where he shoved up his shirt, the come streaked along his stomach. Slowly, he swipes two trembling fingers through it, then brings it up to his lips– though he doesn't taste just yet. ]

Just a bit, right?

Enough to describe your flavor for me.

[ He’s quite satisfied with how this entire thing has played out. Encountering this guy later should be very rewarding. ]

Let me know how my future dining experience will go.

[ Future dining experience makes a soft noise jolt from between Maruki's parted lips. If Corbeau met him, would he really want to get on his knees for him? It seems so much like it should be the other way around...

But he's not about to disobey the order. Tentatively, he slips his fingers into his mouth, lets the taste and texture linger on his tongue. He has nothing to compare it to, no experience with another man to give him any sort of context for how to describe this. A few long moments of silence as he considers it, and then he swallows, an act that feels infinitely more lewd than pleasuring himself to get to this point. ]

It's... a little bittersweet? [ Not similar in flavor to a grapefruit, not at all, but– similar in experience, maybe. That lingering acrid base that underlies mild sweetness. Maruki's brow furrows. ] I wasn't expecting it to be so mild, so I"m not sure what to say. I... I suppose it's not bad, though.

Sometimes it's about the journey more than the destination. I doubt anyone would call it haute cuisine, though I've heard what you eat determines the flavor.

[ A useless bit of trivia he's not even sure where he picked up, probably a pair of grunts having one of their many inappropriate conversations during business hours. When you employ a specific type some things just come with the territory. ]

For now, I'll wish you a good night. Hopefully these stupid things let us sleep soon.

[ Despite the intensity of everything that just occurred between them, that draws a laugh out of Maruki, exhausted and relieved all at once. He feels– strangely light, not how he thought he might feel after his first foray into phone sex, still alone in his cramped room. Perhaps the loneliness will settle in soon enough, but for now, this is fine. This is good. ]

Good night, Corbeau. And... thank you. [ It's so breathless, so warm, so painfully genuine. ] When I see you, I'll return the favor.

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