[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
[There's no hiding the slow smile creeping across his own features, and the brief flash of teeth as he wrestles with the impish grin threatening to take over.]
Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
Second drawer there. [Chilton nodded, glancing to the drawer in question. His hands on Cassidy's thighs, he gave a groping squeeze -- enjoying it, feeling the muscles. Soaking in that otherworldly implication, no matter how human Cassidy appeared. There was something very interesting about that to him, something he liked. The secret embedded within his flesh.
Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
Well, I thought I was here to do the fuckin', is all. You suggestin' I've misread the situation a little there, Doc?
[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
[Chilton grinned, chin dipped down towards his chest. Cassidy has a rather endearing way about him, and he couldn't find the urge to argue his point -- he wasn't wrong, after all. Chilton would very clearly not be doing the fucking as much as taking it. He had more experience in taking it, after all.]
Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
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[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
Lubrication. You're looking for lube.
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Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
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Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
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[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
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Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
[Chilton wasn't always a patient man.]