( his isolation is due in whole to being literally isolated from the world humans originate from, and who's to say what things are really like on earth now, anyway? he likes to pretend he knows more about it than he actually does, and whether or not rex has picked up on that level of posturing by now, it's being effectively dragged to the frontline that he doesn't know jack shit.
something as simple as cockroaches. and pitbulls. he'd probably really like them if he ever met one, though. giant heads and bodes nothing but muscle, but literal sweethearts?
yeah … he'd definitely be a dog person if he had the chance to be.
the endearment babe comes out of his mouth and he blinks, a couple of times, unsure if he'd even heard him correctly in the first place; a word's just a word, sure, and maybe he hadn't meant to say it at all, but cain finds he likes it more than he probably should, and wouldn't exactly mind if he said it again. or just more often in general. )
Oh yeah. hot stuff? Gonna be my bodyguard in boxers?
( he's grinning like he can't help it, and are you even wearing boxers, rex? or are they tighty whities? doesn't matter, really, because the alliteration was worth it.
and of course it goes without saying that he could have all the intimate, affectionate touches he wanted — if he'd just let him know it's all right. he's been flirting, yeah, and he's been a bit aggressive with it but he's never going to be the kind of asshole to push physical boundaries if there's a clear-cut line. … well, he might have been in the very beginning, because he'd pushed every boundary with abel, but. he's had a bit of character development since then.
and he doesn't ( tries not to, at least ) get attached because people always leave. he never gets to keep anything for himself, so it's better to not want it in the first place.
bottom lip against the edge of the bottle's mouth, he peers over at rex curiously. ) Sure. Shoot.
[They're white boxer briefs, unfortunately. And, considering his line of work and constant proximity to physical torture- Why?!?!?! But I digress.
There's a slight of panic in Rex's face, he tenses up entirely when he realized what he's just said. Then again, sometimes it pays to be perceived as a douchebag, because perhaps, just perhaps, Cain will believe this is some shitty thing he says to anyone who he finds the least bit attractive.
That may be partially true.
Unfortunately, he really meant it that time.]
Don't act like you wouldn't be into that!
You'd probably be turned on at the sight of blood on my pecs, ya sicko-
[Rex scoffs, kicking at the ground. He chugs whatever is left of his drink all too fast, abruptly setting the glass bottle down afterwards. The younger man lets out a sigh, his pretty mouth hanging open as he tries to parse the mangled words in his psyche into a sentence.]
So, FYI, I don't usually do dudes? And, officially, I've never done a dude... But I've kinda-sorta been seein' this guy for a while, and like...
He wants me around? But does not wanna fuck me.
That's... That's weird, right?
Like I'll sleep over, but we won't... Y'know. Not even a few randy-handys!
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something as simple as cockroaches. and pitbulls. he'd probably really like them if he ever met one, though. giant heads and bodes nothing but muscle, but literal sweethearts?
yeah … he'd definitely be a dog person if he had the chance to be.
the endearment babe comes out of his mouth and he blinks, a couple of times, unsure if he'd even heard him correctly in the first place; a word's just a word, sure, and maybe he hadn't meant to say it at all, but cain finds he likes it more than he probably should, and wouldn't exactly mind if he said it again. or just more often in general. )
Oh yeah. hot stuff? Gonna be my bodyguard in boxers?
( he's grinning like he can't help it, and are you even wearing boxers, rex? or are they tighty whities? doesn't matter, really, because the alliteration was worth it.
and of course it goes without saying that he could have all the intimate, affectionate touches he wanted — if he'd just let him know it's all right. he's been flirting, yeah, and he's been a bit aggressive with it but he's never going to be the kind of asshole to push physical boundaries if there's a clear-cut line. … well, he might have been in the very beginning, because he'd pushed every boundary with abel, but. he's had a bit of character development since then.
and he doesn't ( tries not to, at least ) get attached because people always leave. he never gets to keep anything for himself, so it's better to not want it in the first place.
bottom lip against the edge of the bottle's mouth, he peers over at rex curiously. ) Sure. Shoot.
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There's a slight of panic in Rex's face, he tenses up entirely when he realized what he's just said. Then again, sometimes it pays to be perceived as a douchebag, because perhaps, just perhaps, Cain will believe this is some shitty thing he says to anyone who he finds the least bit attractive.
That may be partially true.
Unfortunately, he really meant it that time.]
Don't act like you wouldn't be into that!
You'd probably be turned on at the sight of blood on my pecs, ya sicko-
[Rex scoffs, kicking at the ground. He chugs whatever is left of his drink all too fast, abruptly setting the glass bottle down afterwards. The younger man lets out a sigh, his pretty mouth hanging open as he tries to parse the mangled words in his psyche into a sentence.]
So, FYI, I don't usually do dudes? And, officially, I've never done a dude... But I've kinda-sorta been seein' this guy for a while, and like...
He wants me around? But does not wanna fuck me.
That's... That's weird, right?
Like I'll sleep over, but we won't... Y'know. Not even a few randy-handys!
[Jesus Christ-]
Yeah. None of that.