What Do You Mean We're Actually Dating?

He sighed.

"You're so touchy, it's not like I'm ever going to do that..." He mumbled to himself, heading for the store. "Just sit tight, I'll find something nice."

He walked in behind Draza, his hands in the pockets on his ridiculous coat.

"I'll wait by the register--don't be shy about prices."

After a long time, much longer than normal, Draza finally returned to the register. He looked tired out himself.

"I...finally put together something nice." He ran his hands through his hair, sighing heavily. "Trying on suits is such a hassle."

Cesario quickly paid for the items without so much as blinking at the price. "Let's go to my house so you can get ready, tesoro mio--though I have one request." He linked his arm with Draza's, escorting him back to the car.

"A request?" He asked, leaning his head onto Cesario's shoulder. "What is it?"

"Let me shower with you," he said bluntly. "I will help you get clean."

"Are you sure?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He was skeptical, for obvious reasons. "I think you just want an excuse to fool around. Which is fine, as long as I do get clean, eventually."

He grinned wolfishly, pecking him on the neck.

"Agreed, tesoro mio. Can I touch you in the car?"

He groaned.

"Of course not. You can wait, like, ten minutes while we get to your house." He replied, rolling his eyes. "I'll let you touch me however you want...when we get there."

"You should touch me as well," he said as he helped Draza into the car and got in after him. "I enjoy it."

He laughed to himself.

"I would have never guessed." He replied, amused. "Of course. We'll fool around however you want."

"You are lucky," he said, running his hands over Draza's chest. "I cannot remember the last time I voluntarily touched someone else."

He looked somewhat surprised at that.

"You're joking, right?" He asked, somewhat flattered nonetheless.

"That was not a joke," he said, shrugging. "Other people touch me, I rarely if ever touch them."

He smiled, trying to pretend he wasn't extremely happy with the compliment.

"I'm glad, then." He replied, truly happy.

He kissed him on the cheek.

"You are molto bella and you interest me. It is my desire to touch you."

He kissed him on the lips.

"Oh, that reminds me, would you prefer if I wore makeup?" He asked, somewhat out of the blue.

Cesario wrinkled his nose, giving Draza a look of distaste from behind his sunglasses.

"You look perfect the way you are. Why on Earth would you tamper with it? Makeup would only sully your gorgeous skin, tesoro mio."

He looked relieved.

"Good, I've never been a fan."

He licked Draza's neck.

"I couldn't do that were you covered in makeup. Embrace your natural beauty."

He giggled.

"Alright, alright~ I get it."

Cesario leaned back in his seat, stretching like a cat.

"You should, however, shave all parts of your body at all times. Except for the hair on your head; it is pretty." He played with a lock of it.

-x-

Draza had expected Cesario lived somewhere nice, but his home was actually completely different than he had imagined it. It was somehow nicer than he had imagined it to be. It was absolutely gorgeous.

"Y...you really live up here?" He asked, almost unable to step out of the hallway into the actual house. He was afraid, mostly because he had never set foot somewhere as nice as this. Sure, his house in Russia was large, but it wasn't built nice at all. It was actually old and pretty bad looking, anyway.

Cesario tossed his huge coat onto a chair and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV.

"Do you want champagne or wine?" he asked, extinguishing his cigarette in the ash tray. "No smoking inside, by the way--it leaves a smell."

He glanced at Draza expectantly, lowering his shades.

"Feel free to undress, si?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine." He replied teasingly. "I'll keep my clothes on, thanks. Though, if you have wine, that would be wonderful."

He did, however, remove his girly trenchcoat and set it down next to Cesario's.