He giggles a little. Actually giggles. It's the alcohol and he knows it, but of course he has to at least try to deny it. It's a bit embarrassing and why he's always so careful when he does accept drinks from the tender. Even handy and drunk, he's never let anyone touch him but he wants this man to. Feels it so deep down it's almost a need instead of just a wanton want. Like, as melodramatic as it seemed, he might not live without knowing the doctor's touch.
Instead of punching Byeong-Lee in the face hard, John easily is pulled closer. His breath hitches as the feeling of how well their hips slot together. It takes everything he is not to roll his hips a little against the other man. His hand goes back up the doctor's spine to the back of his neck. For a moment, John feels a sudden jarring disconnect. He almost expected to have to pull out some hairpin so he could play with that pretty inky hair. It's only momentary before he's carding his fingers through it. His other hand goes down to stroke over that arm, teasing touches that has some of the bar muttering jealously under their breaths.
He leans even closer, so that his cheek is against the doctor's and then he groans softly into the man's ear. "Oh yes. I never want you to take your eyes off me." His teeth not so accidentally graze the lobe before he's pulling back and flashing that far too charming smile at Byeong-Lee. "As for how I would, you'll see. Can't ruin it now can I. But I've been told that I'm a natural born showman." Deja vu. He's said that before. I'm a natural born showman, Billy. You just have to trust me. I'll help you put on the sort of show that'll bring money in hand over fist.
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Date: 2017-01-03 04:49 am (UTC)Instead of punching Byeong-Lee in the face hard, John easily is pulled closer. His breath hitches as the feeling of how well their hips slot together. It takes everything he is not to roll his hips a little against the other man. His hand goes back up the doctor's spine to the back of his neck. For a moment, John feels a sudden jarring disconnect. He almost expected to have to pull out some hairpin so he could play with that pretty inky hair. It's only momentary before he's carding his fingers through it. His other hand goes down to stroke over that arm, teasing touches that has some of the bar muttering jealously under their breaths.
He leans even closer, so that his cheek is against the doctor's and then he groans softly into the man's ear. "Oh yes. I never want you to take your eyes off me." His teeth not so accidentally graze the lobe before he's pulling back and flashing that far too charming smile at Byeong-Lee. "As for how I would, you'll see. Can't ruin it now can I. But I've been told that I'm a natural born showman." Deja vu. He's said that before. I'm a natural born showman, Billy. You just have to trust me. I'll help you put on the sort of show that'll bring money in hand over fist.