[anotp: hisoka] dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn can be subtle. He can be cunning and clever and devious, and ever so seductive. He can sidle his way into a bed with very little effort and without ever seeming to seduce. But sometimes, he just doesn't care to

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka stands at the door, looks a little surprised, and then smiles back. "Thank you, I would like that," he says.

His eyes sparkle. They say he understands the hint.

"And where shall we partake of this meal?"

[redviperofdorne]

Oh, good, says Oberyn. That's such a relief.

"I have a table set in my quarters, if that would suit?" Nice sparkling eyes, Oberyn notes. Of course, he was aware of them the first time. Hence why he came around.

[in_summer_leaf]

"It would suit well," answers Hisoka. "Lead me to the feast!" He gestures towards the narrow hallway, and waits for Oberyn to precede him.

The man has a smile whose charm is hard to define. It is only partly the two indentations at the corners of his well-shaped mouth. The rest is the fact that he seems to smile through a darkness of sorts. Hisoka is intrigued by it, and he thinks...

Oh, well, never mind what he thinks. XD

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn sweeps a bow. "And may our journey be swift," he says, gallantly, with a flicker of that smile, and starts to move down the hall, then, his walk graceful, long legged, a little like a cat. He keeps his eyes on Hisoka, though, every so often.

Eyes that continue to...suggest. Invite.

Oberyn knows what he wants, and knows he can get it.

[in_summer_leaf]

"And I am already impressed," says Hisoka. "I can hardly wait to find out in what other ways you had planned to impress me. Shall I serve, or shall you?" He flicks his eyes to the dishes. This last is spoken in a voice that actually indicates that he is quite flexible as to who does the serving, or how. And that he fully intends to share the work. XD

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn arches an eyebrow delicately. "But of course, I shall. What kind of host would I be, otherwise?" Oh, he is more pleased by the minute to have chosen to do this. More pleased by the minute.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Then I will sit here and be grateful for the hospitality," says Hisoka, picking up his dinner napkin and unfolding it. "Shall we have dinner conversation? Or shall we eat in silence, letting our eyes speak for us? I will be pleased with either."

[What would you like to do? -- have them flirt their way through dinner, or fast-forward to the after-dinner wine? XD]

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn goes into the kitchen and fetches the dishes he laid out, placing one before Hisoka with a flourish before sitting down himself. "And I imagine your eyes are most eloquent - though your tongue assuredly more so."

[Fast forward perhaps, since this is so old? ...and Oberyn is impatient.]

[in_summer_leaf]

"And mine," says Hisoka, and he takes an involuntary breath as those hips rock towards him; the sensation of a contact that doesn't quite occur can be as electric as one that does. And the heat within that gap increases sharply, and is now oven-like.

Hisoka's pupils open up and swallow most of his green irises as Oberyn arches his back -- it is sweet to feel that instant response to his eager touch. He watches those eyelids with their dark eyelashes lower sensuously as he trails his hands down Oberyn's chest, lingering over the two small nubs under the fabric of his shirt, in case the man is sensitive in that way. He leaves one hand on his lover's chest and moves the other one lower, his fingers slow and light as they touch Oberyn's belly and slide still lower, to the source of the heat...

[redviperofdorne]

Not terribly sensitive, no, but responsive, oh yes, and the corners of his lips curve up a little further as Hisoka's fingers lightly explore. "Mmm," he murmurs, "And I'm sure you succeed...admirably...at all your goals." His voice drags a little, slightly languid, slightly lazy. His muscles tighten as Hisoka's fingers wander lower, and one warm palm slides almost possessively up to cup the back of Hisoka's neck.

[in_summer_leaf]

"I endeavor to do so," says Hisoka, smiling. At the return of Oberyn's hand to the back of his neck, Hisoka lifts his chin to tilt his head into that caress, the red-gold hair at his nape sliding over the Red Viper's fingers. His brain is warmed, his whole spine is heated. Under his own hand, he feels the tightening of Oberyn's belly muscles, and he presses his palm closer. His fingers slowly, delightedly trace the swelling beneath the placket of Oberyn's fly. "This," he whispers, "is burning my fingers."

His left hand gropes suddenly, almost blindly for the hem of the man's shirt, and pulls strongly upwards...his fingers unfasten the pants. “I can't stand it," he murmers. He slides a knee over Oberyn's, dismounting from his lap, one thigh and then the other and then his hips and waist slipping downwards between the man's knees. His arms and hands embrace Oberyn’s thighs, and he looks up.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn is so very, very pleased with himself right now, for inviting Hisoka to dinner. Because oh gods, this was a good choice. A very very very good choice. His hips twitch a little under Hisoka's fingers, and when the other man pushes up his shirt and starts unfastening his pants - it's not like he stops breathing, exactly. But there is definitely a hitch, and his eyes are a little...glazed.

His fingers slide through Hisoka's hair as he slips between Oberyn's knees, and he lets his head fall back for a moment before lowering his gaze back down to Hisoka's. "Don't pause on my account," he says, with just a twitch of a grin, but he moves his other hand to run the pad of his thumb over Hisoka's cheekbone, gently.