What Do You Mean We're Actually Dating?

"It is not optional," he said, getting up and walking to the fridge. He seemed taller without his huge coat; his long legs were visible. It was hard to say whether he looked more or less intimidating this way.

Grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge, he uncorked it and poured two glasses.

"'97 Sangiovese," he said, handing Draza a glass. He sat back down on the couch, sipping his wine. "You may sit in my lap, amico mio."

He smiled widely, as he took a sip of his wine. He rather liked seeing Cesario without his coat. It was nice, actually. He sat down on Cesario's lap, careful not to spill his wine. He didn't want to ruin the good mood, after all.

"It's good." He replied. "I...I've never had good wine, before, actually."

"Drink all you want," he said, wrapping an arm around Draza's waist. "Better yet, get very drunk..."

His hand slipped to Draza's butt.

He flinched slightly, but he laughed.

"I can't get drunk off of wine, I'm Russian." He replied bluntly, taking another sip of the wine anyway.

Ignoring his comment, Cesario took another sip of his wine.

"Undress, Draza. Unless you'd rather have mood music first." He didn't so much as smile, mainly because he was serious.

He rolled his eyes, setting his wine down on the table next to the couch. He pulled his shirt up and off, but he paused after that.

"That's all you wanted, right?" He teased, leaning over to kiss Cesario.

Cesario evaded the kiss, draining the wine from his glass. Then he set the glass down and tackled Draza, kissing his neck repeatedly and reaching to yank off his pants.

He squealed, which was completely unintentional. Maybe he was a bit tipsy from the wine. It had been a long time since he had drank alcohol.

"Cesario~" He teased, squirming slightly. "At least give me warning."

"Preparare te stesso," he murmured softly before running his tongue over Draza's neck. "Undress, amico mio, or I will do it for you."

He smiled despite his situation, moving to unbutton and unzip his pants, so he could actually get them off. As he did that, he worked on kicking off his shoes. Unfortunately, he had become incredibly efficient at undressing in situations like this, though he liked to pretend he wasn't.

"You have to promise to take your sunglasses off." He said, out of the blue.

"I can see fine," he said, pausing. "...You should wear nicer underwear, Dragovic. These are boring."

"I won't wear nicer underwear unless you promise to always take off your sunglasses." He replied, grinning widely. "Deal?"

He licked Draza's chest, hoping to catch him off guard again.

"You will wear the finest lingerie of my choosing and you will like it," he said, shrugging. "How does that require removing my sunglasses? I cannot see without them."

"I like your eyes." He said, smiling, and completely not taken off-guard. "So, agreed?"

"I don't like my eyes," he said flatly.

"Maybe I don't like wearing lingerie. It's called a compromise." He said, kissing him on the cheek. "Come on, it's not so bad, is it?"

"Si," he said seriously, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. "Your fixation is annoying in the extreme."

He frowned slightly.

"Oh...I didn't know. I mean, it isn't that important." He was obviously disappointed, though. He had the saddest look on his face ever, and it wasn't even to tease Cesario. It was completely genuine. "I...it's fine, you don't have to."

He tried to smile, but he just looked pitiful.

Cesario sighed deeply and removed his sunglasses, closing his eyes for a minute.

"...You are such trouble," he said, opening them. "Never satisfied." He kissed Draza's hand, pulling him closer and running a hand over his back. "But still, you are my girlfriend."

He smiled again, unable to help himself.

"You have such beautiful eyes, Cesario." He replied, staring at them. "They're my favorite part of you..."

"I wish you didn't--I despise them. Sono ripugnante." Cesario resisted the urge to reach for his sunglasses again. Without them he felt naked, vulnerable--ugly. "...They are inutile."

He sighed deeply, trying not to look directly at Draza's smile.

"Perhaps I should get drunk..."

"If you're really uncomfortable with it, then put your glasses back on!" He insisted, reaching for them himself. He handed them to Cesario, frowning. "It's fine."

"But I want you to wear nice underclothes," he said seriously. "These one are orribile, simply horrible--you should take them off."

He just frowned deeper.

"I will, but you have to be honest with me first...if you really hate taking off your glasses, then you should just tell me. It'll be fine, I'll still wear nice panties for you."

"I told you," he said, frowning, "I loathe it. What is so special about eyes that do not function?" He met Draza's gaze, his eyes fully visible. One iris was brown, while the other was a pale yellow streaked with pinks and oranges.