I Don't Like You At All, Caesar-Chan!!

Joseph, on the other hand, found it increasingly difficult to eat while keeping track of all his jewelry and make up. He marveled in the fact that women managed to do this all the time. It was some sort of witchcraft or something, he swore.

He drank his glass of wine more quickly than he had meant to, and soon he had drank more glasses than he could remember. 3, 4? He swirled the wine in the glass. Caesar really did have impeccable taste when it came to wine and food.

"So, Caesar," he said, and his speech was only slightly slurred. "It was a great dinner and all, but...well, I don't think it's going to work out between us, nothing personal."

He couldn't resist a grin.

"No problem," he said, nodding. He downed the last gulp of his very first glass of wine. "If you're unimpressed with tonight, you can leave my bedroom and never return."

"N...no," he replied, somewhat surprised at Caesar's insistence. "I mean...I'll be leaving. Now."

"Ah, no problem." He pulled some cash from his wallet and set it on the table, standing up. "Let's go."

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up, smoothing out his skirt. He was worried for a second there that Caesar might not let him go. Well, with that crisis averted, he walked out of the doors of the restaurant and into the chilly night air. He shivered when he realized how drafty his dress was. Well, it wasn't like he'd be wearing it much longer, anyway.

"Well then, goodbye, Caesar~" he said, turning to make a quick escape down the street.

Caesar scooped him off his feet and began to nonchalantly carry him home. "Chilly weather we're having lately."

"C-Caesar?!" he exclaimed, clinging to Caesar out of sheer panic that he might get dropped. "What the hell are you doing, put me down!!"

"Going home," he replied. "It's a pretty night out."

"Stop trying to change the subject and let me down!" he insisted indignantly. God this was embarrassing. "This isn't funny anymore, okay, I-I'll come clean, just don't carry me anymore!"

He looked around, but the streets were rather empty. There was no one who looked even relatively interested in his situation. So much for screaming for help and acting like a damsel in distress.

"Come clean about what, Josephine?" he asked, hiding a huge shit-eating grin.

Joseph narrowed his eyes, giving Caesar the most angry stare he could muster.

"...you son of a bitch," he said, but then he sighed deeply. Whatever, Caesar could carry him home if it made him feel better, he wasn't going to sleep with him. Besides, he felt kind of tipsy, maybe it was better this way.

"Quite the language for a lady," he chuckled, shifting Joseph's weight to one arm so he could open his door. "Save it for the bedroom."

"You'll see exactly what I've saved for the bedroom," Joseph promised him grumpily.

He dropped Joseph on the bed, locking the door behind them.

"How do you like it, my sweet?" he asked, tossing off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

Joseph felt his cheeks burn a bright red as Caesar began to undo his pants.

"Okay, you got me, you win, okay?" he said, getting to his feet. "Haha, jokes on me, Caesar, you don't have to undo your pants."

"Won't sex be hard that way?" he teased, tossing his belt aside. "Come on, let me see what's up that pretty little skirt."

Joseph moved his hands to his skirt, pulling it down lower across his legs.

"H-ha, ha," he laughed nervously, still smiling, albeit rather uncomfortably. "Funny, real funny."

He was suddenly very aware of the panties and bra he had donned. It was just to make him feel the part, he had told himself. The thought of Caesar discovering him in them made his entire face turn red. There was no way he was going to let that happen.

"R-right, well, see you in the morning...!" he insisted, hoping to make it to the door before Caesar could grab him again.

Caesar lightly shoved him back onto the bed. "We can start slow--I'm very into foreplay, don't worry."

Joseph stared at Caesar, attempting to figure out what the hell he was thinking. If this was teasing, it was going too far. Sure, he had tricked Caesar into buying him a meal in false pretenses but there was no way Caesar hadn't known it wasn't supposed to actually end up like this.

He scrambled back against the headboard before he realized how trapped that made him. "C-Caesar, c'mon, it's not...funny..." he mumbled, still making sure his dress was pulled tightly over his legs.

"Nice legs--when do they open?" He teased, climbing onto the bed.

"They don't!" he insisted, pressing his back against the headboard. He was almost ripping his dress with how tightly he was gripping it against his legs. "Seriously Caesar, joke's over, haha, I get it, okay...?"

Caesar ripped the dress fabric with his hand in one swift motion, revealing Joseph's panties. He frowned for a moment, but his smile soon returned.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he cooed, groping his crotch.

Joseph squealed like a girl, his heart pounding against his chest painfully hard.

"C-C-Caesar...!" he gasped, attempting to futily shove him away while also trying to protect his crotch. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?! Stop it!!"

"We're going to have sex, bella mio. You promised, remember?"

"Stop joking around, you know it's me, you fucker!" he shouted, his entire face burning a deep red. "I-I'll pay you back for dinner, okay? Just...don't...touch me."

He swallowed, trying to cover up his crotch and ignore the flips his stomach was doing both at once. There was no way he was going to let Caesar fluster him like this any more than he already had.