"fur collar?" he lifted a brow, "like ransom? you use antiquated terms dear dog of mine, you must speak plainer so i can understand you" lightly he moved his hand over one fabric covered thigh, "sexier than your crazy convert talk though"

One hand covered the pale fingers that had reached out for his thigh, the other gracefully moved till it was on the side of Ambrosia's face. "Excuse me, I guess it is called white collar crimes." He pinched the side of Ambrosia's face. "No one is beyond saving, except those who choose to be damned." Galvin arched upwards running his tongue along Ambrosia's neck. "I will save you."

he sighed softly. "you lie to me pyce, you are as damning as anything the worst sinner could imagine and you enjoy it"

He snorted, "you are suppose to resist temptation." He bit down a little into the flesh with his front teeth before sucking along the area.

"i was wrong, maybe your religious babbling is sexy too, fuck you could probably sell dying men retirement homes if you did it like this..." shifting his hand he ran it along the inside of pyce's thigh before moving to pop the seatbelt free. "if you think you can convert me little heretic priest i am willing to listen"

Galvin grinned. "Then let he who is with out sin cast the first stone." He decided given on his previous times in the car, to let his mouth do the converting this time. He nudged his dog away from the man finding his way to the treasure he sought.

as he ran his hand through dark brown curly locks he came to an understanding and was not going to lie, this was slowly becoming his favorite car by association with galvin pyce as was the green apartment, and saterdays. he tightened his fingers into a grip when they moved over a bump in the road and mischievous eyes only offered him a glance before closing again. he loosened his fingers back to a stroke. he didn't mind the car thing so much really

The road bump was a new learning experience for him. It taught Galvin that he need not be so bashful with Ambrosia. Once he was finished he swallowed, and what he could not, he politely cleaned with a hankerchief. He noticed they were stationary outside a restaurant. The looming smell of sea food make his stomach growl.

the restaurant looked cheap and tacky and made him think of children. narrowing his eyes he didn't even bother with the driver yet and flipping his phone began lamenting about being sent to the ninth circle of ocean-side hell. when he finally hung up it was to one less member of staff and turning his sights on the maybach he nearly fired him as well and only the admittance that it was his regular weekend driver spared him. he turned back towards the restaurant. so help him this would not happen again

The entire exchange was mostly missed by Galvin and his dog. Since they were stationary he decided to take Agamemnon for yet another walk since the poor creature had been locked in the car with out fresh air. The entire restaurant reeked of fish, loud music and a general air of good fellowship. It translated to Galvin as, finger food with out manners and most likely his parents would not see him. When he turned to the car, Ambrosia was done chewing the person out of on the phone and his driver was apologizing clamoring about it not being his fault. Galvin leaned into the window. “What is the hold up? Dinner did not get erased off my list yet.”

he didn't look back though he spoke up so the other could hear him as he made his way to the entrance, "put on your rain-boots because someone said this was the best 'eatin digs' within ten miles of your fucking carnival"

Galvin just stopped and laughed. "Tell them I said thank you. I enjoy anything that is finger licking good." He was about to make a provocative gesture when a small person rushed past him out the door followed by a disheartened father trying to catch him.

only instinct saved him from touching the nasty little thing and he stared at the two retreating backs unhappily. "i detest children, they are gross and loud and rude"

"Then we can ask for a table in a private area away from the families." He said. "I like it, this place has a certain charm." He held the door open for the other to pass and they stood. He was secretly amused watching the other grow antsy each moment they waited for a table.

he tried but even money could not get them a way from the noise and filth of communal eating with the urchins and fat mothers and disgusting balding fathers entirely. only being segregated to an off-section with half-walls and a happy looking galvin kept him from leaving though it did nothing for his poor mood

The waitress was pretty snappy and surprised when she saw just two men instead of what the room usually housed. Galvin quickly looked over the menu. He ordered a few appetizers for them to share and finally the main course. Galvin looked to the other to see what he wanted but simply copied his order. He shook his head. "Haven't you eaten sea food before?"

he slouched. "i have eaten seafood more times than i can count but never in a hovel surrounded by squabbling families like roaches in an alleyway. cirro took me to a poor little family ordeal with a mix of degenerate looking impoverished people but at least their children were kept out of the way, these slobs let the monsters run free"

As if on cue one of the slobs he was talking about wondered into the area sheepishly twisting a finger around the interior of his nose. He blinked at Ambrosia. "They... are not that bad. You were a child once." He said making a shooing motion at the child.

when the brat did not move he sat up straight and the boy's eyes widened. calmly he picked up a fork and flipping it deftly in his hands stabbed the table with the prongs, the child ran. "i was but not like that, i was good and clean and did not stick fingers up my nose"

Galvin stood up as the child went crying from the room and the waitress entered. "Damn it, we do not frighten children with sliver ware." He pulled the fork from its resting spot in the table. "No matter how dirty." He growled tossing the fork at Ambrosia. The woman gave them a look as she set the first round of food down. Her eyes constantly switched between the two.

he did not bother with the thrown cutlery and instead went back to his earlier stance. he would not admit that, barring the children, he was enjoying himself

"Ass hole." Galvin said settling back down into his seat. He asked the waitress to bring another fork for Ambrosia before digging into the food. Most of which didn't require any sliver ware. He plucked a hushpuppy from its napkin nest and waved it in front of the other. Holding it between his index finger and his thumb, he said "would you like to try the food the degenerate masses enjoy?"

he made a face and did not move from his slouch. "not a chance in hell"

"Suit yourself." with a fluid shrug, Galvin fell into silence. Unlike the other He thought of middle class food as an indulgence, one that he couldn't not readily get. A slow smile spread on his face as he gingerly he dipped it tartar sauce before sliding the warm morsel into his mouth. His lips clamped down on both the breading and his fingers sucking up all the juices and the excess sauce that trickled down the curves of his mouth. Slowly with his eyes closed slid his fingers out of his mouth draining them of any of the tangy sauce and the warm ball settled into the pit of his stomach.

watching the other eat made his mouth water but not for the food, changing tactics he moved to a closer chair and sitting next to the man picked up a bread-ball and dipped it in the sauce. he made sure to dip it just enough to get on his fingers before offering it up for pyce to consume

A laugh escaped Galvins lips. He was in the mindset to refuse but he did not instead he licked some of the sauce off the ball. He was careful not to touch Ambrosia's flesh. Soon his lips clamped down on the ball pulling it from between the fingers. He laughed triumphantly sitting back in his chair chewing on the bread. "Your a horrible owner." He leaned in close and licked some of the sauce off Ambrosia's fingers. "Your not suppose to feed your pets table scraps."

he shrugged the best he could without moving his fingers from where they were. "maybe, but isn't a happy pet a horribly spoiled one?" a smirk replaced the smile he found himself making, "besides, you are training me to be a bad owner, it is your fault"

That only seemed to earn another laugh from Galvin. Idly he plucked a shrimp from the table. "Then allow me to train you." He pressed the small piece of meat against Ambrosia's lips. "Open, take, suck, chew and swallow."

the subtext was not lost on him and putting his arm down he leaned in to comply with the demand

When the other actually followed his others, Gavlin was genuinely surprised. His new found power thrilled him slightly. He repeated his actions and when the other dutifully complied intertwining his tongue between the two fingers, Galvin melted. He leaned over the edge of the chair that kept him from the other removing his fingers to use his mouth instead.

he was pleased. when the next greasy bite was offered with lips not fingers he didn't hesitate to pull the morsel free so he could kiss wet lips and taste the white sauce the man had been eating for himself

The background noise had faded away for Galvin. He did not care for the families outside of the room, only to bring his hands to the others face pulling him closer with out falling out of his chair. Galvins other hand strayed to the front of Ambrosias pants working the button until it released the fabric beneath it.

he could not help the growl that rolled of his lips as pyce worked the button of his slacks for the second time. "you seem awfully eager, i didn't figure you for the fish-eating type." when he got no reply only more kisses he tugged the other from his chair and into his lap

Galvin pulled back long enough to look into the mirrored grey eyes “There is something exciting about having no expectations.” slowly he sank into the valley between Ambrosia's legs “I think its why I like you.” More of his dinner found its way on Ambrosia, and Galvin merely lapped it up all while giving slow movements to the mans pelvis.

he would have rather led but pyce was making it so hard not to simply lean back and let it happen. he quirked a grin as some of the tart sauce was smeared onto his collar for the other to lick off, he could not help but continue his whisper, "really now? i think i am more fond of your habitual refusal, you end up doing it anyway but always on your own terms....very erotic"

These compliments pleased him, and swayed him into further gyration. "Do not get my good pants dirty." He whispered taking another taste of Ambrosia while rubbing his hips against the bulge beneath the loosened fabric.

the words were low, no more than a whisper and it excited him. "you should have thought of that before, it isn't too late you know, i can wait if your 'good' pants are important"

"If you can buy the world then you can buy me some new pants." He kissed the man one last time, licking the rest of the sauce off of him. He used the wooden arms of the chair to lift himself back into his own seat. The timing seemed very lucky as the perky young girl came by to check on them.

only her angle spared her he realized, of his exposed member. leaning forward he rested an arm on the table and used the other to prop up his chin. "miss, you should bring me coffee"

The others strange posture did not go unnoticed by him and he felt lucky the waitress came when she did. It gave him a small window of time to maneuver his pants low enough that they would not get ruined. When the young lady had come and gone, closing the door at his request, Galvin picked up a french fry feeding it to Ambrosia once he was back into his usual position. His body had grown accustomed to the spontaneous activity over the past few weeks and easily shifted for their inconspicuous movements. Galvin melted like the hot greasy food, twisting slightly so he could capture Ambrosias mouth as well.