05-02-2022, 12:39 PM
Crane was indeed very amateur at drinking and was more than happy to nurse something as strong as vodka for a while. Besides, he wanted to remember that night whatever did happen. He noticed the look on Zech's face and blushed as he was sure it must be quite obvious how he was affected by the conversation.
He rose a brow when Zechariah was talking so cheerfully on the scene. As he described it, Elijah found it harder to watch him and wondered if his red face would ever go back to normal. How was it so easy for the other man?! He tried to keep looking forward as the tale was told and the expressions sent his way only added to it. He immediately grabbed his glass and drained a large amount making him cough briefly into his napkin.
That was a mental image he wouldn't soon forget.
He cleared his throat and smiled slightly towards Zech. "I am sorry I let you down before. I do not know if Elijah rolls off the tongue any nicer, but I suppose anything is better than "not-..." Of course he was now thinking how often he had called out a Richards. At least there was no way his current company could have known his relationship.
He wanted to change the conversation but it seemed unfair since he had answered his question. "Alright, but you know you ask a lot for someone with no personal interest."He joked lightly and looked down at the soup that now had small bits of floating soggy crumbs. "I suppose, if you had imagined me there contained by your silk belt, completely under your whim and loving every moment of it... " He had to take a breath as this was harder to say than he thought but also there was no way he wouldn't stop. Though he wondered if the other man would laugh in his face for speaking about it clearly so unused to such things.
"And..ah.. and you were able to .. please yourself to the point of calling out my name.. That would certainly fit the example. Definitely deserves a whipping- ah, I mean a flogging." He quickly clarified and went to have a bite of soup before he was knew he'd feel that familiar warmth filling him.
He rose a brow when Zechariah was talking so cheerfully on the scene. As he described it, Elijah found it harder to watch him and wondered if his red face would ever go back to normal. How was it so easy for the other man?! He tried to keep looking forward as the tale was told and the expressions sent his way only added to it. He immediately grabbed his glass and drained a large amount making him cough briefly into his napkin.
That was a mental image he wouldn't soon forget.
He cleared his throat and smiled slightly towards Zech. "I am sorry I let you down before. I do not know if Elijah rolls off the tongue any nicer, but I suppose anything is better than "not-..." Of course he was now thinking how often he had called out a Richards. At least there was no way his current company could have known his relationship.
He wanted to change the conversation but it seemed unfair since he had answered his question. "Alright, but you know you ask a lot for someone with no personal interest."He joked lightly and looked down at the soup that now had small bits of floating soggy crumbs. "I suppose, if you had imagined me there contained by your silk belt, completely under your whim and loving every moment of it... " He had to take a breath as this was harder to say than he thought but also there was no way he wouldn't stop. Though he wondered if the other man would laugh in his face for speaking about it clearly so unused to such things.
"And..ah.. and you were able to .. please yourself to the point of calling out my name.. That would certainly fit the example. Definitely deserves a whipping- ah, I mean a flogging." He quickly clarified and went to have a bite of soup before he was knew he'd feel that familiar warmth filling him.
