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[Blush duly noted, sorry. He has the common sense to keep it to himself for now though and steps through the door with a little laugh.]

Mostly the dog part. But you're like a scruffy little dog yourself sometimes.

[all he's saying is that he can very clearly picture izō chasing a stick]

Th' fuck are ya talkin' 'bout?

[ Izō huffs, the blush only getting worse as he leads Childe past rows of cages of excited dogs to a back storage area. ]

[If you think he's getting through this corridor in any timely manner, you're sorely mistaken. Childe stops at almost every cage. He crouches down to tell the tiniest mutt what a good boy they are, fusses gently over a doe-eyed old timer through the bars, babytalks a scarred stray- and Izō has to wait until he's done. By the time he joins him in the back room, the Harbinger is flushed with delight.]

Sorry, where were we? [Right, food. He sets the pack down with the others.] Ah, right. You're like a scruffy little dog. It's a compliment, I assure you.

[Weird. Is it possible to get a puppy contact high because he's feeling pretty buzzed.]

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[ Izō can't mind. The dogs like the attention and who can resist those faces? That's the whole reason he started this place.

...Maybe how Childe's joy is contagious. Is that why he feels so good right now? The idea of the Stardust he ate off the street is not even on his mind. ]

Shut up, I ain't little an' I ain't a dog!

[ BARKBARKBARKBARK goes the yappy little pom in Childe's face, gripping the front of his shirt with a bit of a snarl. ]

Of course not. [said in a way that clearly means the opposite] You're quite fierce too.

[Both can be true! He's not actually trying to be insulting right now, okay. Regardless, he probably undoes any progress he might have made by immediately taking advantage of how close he suddenly is. Childe hooks his arm around his middle, lifts him and sits him down on the nearest empty table or cabinet. He stays slotted between Izō's thighs, laughing.]

Jokes aside, you're doing quite the commendable thing here.

[ The table top is only empty because it's not feeding time. Izō gives an indignant shout when Childe picks him up. That earns Childe a punch in the chest and a pouty, fussy look. ]

Think yer real funny, huh? [ Izō pulls his legs up and grabs onto Childe's thighs with his feet. His weird bird feet come in handy sometimes. The confidence gives way to him being flustered at the other man's compliment. ] ...But thanks. I guess. Had t' do somethin' for th' strays...

[Okay, wow, didn't expect that. Childe startles, almost stumbling backwards before he plants both hands either side of Izō's hips to steady himself. Weird bird feet indeed.]

... that must come in handy...

[Wait, what was he saying? His thoughts rush like bubbles in soda, rising and bursting before he can catch any of them, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. He only just stops himself from asking if Izō feels a kinship with the strays.]

Well, if you ever need a hand around here, you know where to find me. [And then, because right now he's practically nose-to-nose with him-] Can I pet your wings?

[ If Izō blushes any harder, he might very well combust on the spot. All of his arrogance and bluster falls apart the moment he gets flustered. He spreads his wings out a little bit, his cocky grin falling a little flat with how flushed he is. ]

...How long ya been wantin' t' ask that?

[ He's surprised at Childe's restraint, really. His wings extend out a little further, as if an invitation for Childe to touch the iridescent feathers. ]

I guess ya can.

[ This is a bad idea. His wings are sensitive on a normal day. Now? Now he doesn't know just how intense the touch will feel.

Maybe that's why he agreed to it: curiosity and a total lack of restraint. ]

[Childe is only just now noticing how hard Izō is blushing- difficult not to when his cheeks are roughly the same temperature of the sun- but, once again, he resists the urge to tease him. Maybe he's feeling merciful- more likely, he's aware that he's starting to look a little flushed himself.]

A while. They're interesting.

[Likewise, he's just as gentle when he goes to touch his wings. Childe's fingertips graze the ends of his primary feathers, watching the way they turn from pitch black to oil slick under the light. By the time he reaches the upper curve of his wing though, he's a lot less tentative. Beneath that soft down lie powerful muscles, tendons made for flight. He feels his way across them, lips parted slightly in fascination.]

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Fuck...

[ He's immediately overwhelmed by the intensity. The closer Childe gets to where his wings meet his back, the stronger Izō's reactions get. He can barely think, let alone speak. His eyes squeeze shut, his whole body tense as he arches his back. The most he can communicate are needy, breathy little noises.

His pride won't let him just kiss Childe. No, he has to pretend like he isn't affected by this at all, like the Stardust isn't making it feel better than it ever has. It's a poor attempt. He can't even look at the other man with his face flushed the way it is, the way his mouth hangs opens just a bit.

Undignified. ]

[Izō gets away with it for a longer than he usually might; absorbed as he is in admiring his wings, Childe doesn't even notice until one particularly strong hitch of his breath jerks his body. Something has made his feathers feel exquisite to the touch, as though he's twice as sensitive as normal, and the veritable giggle that his senses have become surges at it.

Finally, though, he draws back and flashes Izō a sheepish grin.]

Sorry. I didn't realise you were so...

[He trails off, this time distracted by his mouth. It's practically inviting him to kiss it- but he holds back, raking his teeth across his own lower lip to try and satisfy the urge.

... this is the Stardust, isn't it? Suddenly the demand is crystal clear to him.]

[ Just that much left him a panting overstimulated mess. What would more than that do? Izō doesn't know, but he wants to know. At the end of the day, he's a man driven by the pursuit of pleasure -- consequences be damned. ]

...So what? [ Practically growled out. He pushes himself up so they're face-to-face. When he speaks again, his lips brush against Childe's. ] Spit it out.

[That flare of aggression is, in some ways, far more erotic to Childe than anything he's said or done so far. He nudges his forehead against his, playful and provocative at the same time.]

Sensitive? [so tantalisingly close to a kiss, it's so close-] Exciteable?

[He closes the space between them fully, bringing his lips to Izō's ear as he nuzzles his hair.]

I'm kind of glad you made me eat drugs off the floor.

[not even remotely sexy but true!!!]

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[ If he weren't high off his tits right now, he would've shoved Childe off him just for saying that. Good thing he is high because the lips against his ear are enough to distract him.

Briefly.

Izō yanks on his hair so they're face to face again. ]

...Shut up.

[ And now he kisses Childe with no small amount of ferocity. Blame the drugs. ]

[It's not that he wasn't expecting a degree of roughness from Izō- that's part of why he likes him, after all. What does catch him off guard, however, is the burst of pleasure that shivers across his scalp and then the rest of his body alongside the pain when he seizes his hair. Okay, maybe he's always been a masochist on some level but it's so intense he can't help but gasp.

The kiss, then, is almost secondary. It takes him a moment to even register it happening but, when he does, he's just as fierce. Childe presses against him, pushing backwards until the assassin is forced to hold himself upright if he doesn't want to be flat on his back. If it's possible, he's even more aggressive than he was at the pool, demanding more and more and only relenting when he has no choice but to take a breath.

-and then, a little stunned, he laughs.]

... wow.

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[ Flat on his back, wings spread. He wraps his legs around Childe's hips, keeping him close. Izō is equally breathless and equally stunned, panting as he looks up at him. ]

Shit...Ain't half bad. [ He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. ] That ain't all ya got for me, right?

[ At least no one is due in for a shift anytime soon. ]

Not half bad? [He laughs again, this time following it up by nipping at Izō's earlobe.] I think we can do a lot better than that.

[Painfully slowly- partly on purpose, partly because of the hold Izō has on him- Childe slides down across his body. He mouths eagerly at the exposed skin of his throat, sucks a bruise into it for good measure, before continuing downwards until his chin rests on the other man's chest.]

The real question is what do you have for me?

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