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[This startles a laugh out of him before he can stop it.]

Are you asking me to proposition you?

[Not that he's opposed. He's just double checking.]

[Oh. His cheeks flush with just a hint of pink and he laughs a little nervously, wrinkling his nose. Is he? Is that what's he asking?] Aiyah, I just want to hear your usual lines!

[Which now that he thinks about it is kind of asking that, isn't he?]

Is that what you usually do? Proposition people? [He sounds very interested in the answer.]

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[Kazuma goes quiet as he considers Wei Wuxian's question. Truth be told, he doesn't have much experience himself, mostly for lack of interest--for ten years he'd been driven by a purpose that didn't allow much room for more frivolous pursuits like romance. There had been encounters, sure: awkward experimentation with fellow schoolboys, a discreet fling on occasion at university with those students who had reciprocated some interest or who had approached him first, curious about a rumor that Kazuma was like that. All over with quickly and never spoken of again--nothing that meant anything, or lasted, or involved tenderness. Very little of it even involved words. And, most likely, none of it would have happened if Kazuma hadn't been the one to cross that final line.

He'd never felt a connection with any of them, really, nor felt any desire to. Not with anyone. Not until--]

Certainly not in public.

[Kazuma raises his eyebrows pointedly. The flirtatious note is still there, and honestly Kazuma is the last person to care much about public opinion in these matters, but it's an easy way to backpedal out of this hole that Kazuma now realizes he's dug himself into.]

Or at least... not without another drink.

[Wei Wuxian lets out a snort at that, seemingly regaining his bearings a little. He pauses for a moment as he considers Kazuma's words and then clears his throat, feeling he needs to clarify before things go any further.]

I'm not looking for anything more than a little fun, Asogi-xiong. I don't want to mislead you. [The words are gentle and probing, his voice soft. He's pretty sure they're on the same page about this, but he needs to be completely sure.]

I'd understand if you would prefer to keep this to two new friends sharing drinks. [He smiles meaningfully at the glasses in front of them, and then his gaze returns to Kazuma, continuing to search him for a reaction.]

[Kazuma takes a moment to really look at Wei Wuxian, really think about it.

Wei Wuxian is an attractive man. Kazuma could use the distraction. They've both established interest. He really has no reason to say no. Except--

He doesn't want to think about except. He doesn't want to give shape to the strange ache in his chest, he wants to stop wallowing in misery and have fun for fucking once. And if there's one thing he's good at, it's ignoring his better judgment and plowing ahead, so he smiles at Wei Wuxian in a way he hopes reads more attractively confident than embarrassingly cocky. It's a fine line he walks sometimes.]

Well, then. I hate to invite myself over, [he doesn't sound sorry] but we'll have to go to yours. It's... getting a little crowded at my place.

[There is a decent chance Strange will have already set up camp in the bathroom by the time they get back there. Mood killer.]

[It's Wei Wuxian's turn to pause, his eyes growing a little wide and his cheeks taking on a soft pink flush. In truth, he'd been aiming to flirt and hadn't really considered much more than that, let alone the thought of leaving and heading to somewhere private. (Just the thought makes his flush spread.) It occurs to him that he may have accidentally mislead Kazuma with what he'd meant by a little fun and he clears his throat, pushing some hair away from his face and trying to will back the blush staining his cheeks.]

Ah, I. [He pauses to take another drink, if for no other reason than to give himself some time to think.] Maybe we finish our drinks and go for a walk first?

[Which will hopefully give him enough time to figure out how to communicate that he isn't interested in sex. He has literally never done this before. Who knew it was so complicated?]

[Kazuma is a little surprised by Wei Wuxian's bashfulness, not having expected it from the turn the conversation has taken, though it isn't in a bad way--actually, he's kicking himself for finding it a little endearing--it just means he may have to adjust his expectations to something a bit less exciting. (Probably a good idea, anyway; less messy, in multiple senses of the word.)

He hides his smile behind his drink, tilting it up as he finishes it off.]

Of course. Whatever suits you will suit me just fine. [His tone is reassuring without drawing too much attention to it. Wei Wuxian can set whatever boundaries he likes.]

[Wei Wuxian offers him another friendly smile and then throws back the rest of his drink to help calm his nerves. It's far too weak to get him drunk, but it'll still dull the nervous edge inside of him.

The idea of messing around with Asogi-xiong isn't an unpleasant one exactly, but casual hookups are still a new experience for him. It's not like it didn't happen even among his sect brothers and sisters back home, but for him flirting had been it. He and Huaisang had messed around all of those years ago, but that had been innocent and more about self-discovery than anything else. Maybe if the war hadn't come things would have been different. Maybe his charming flirtation with a beautiful woman might have led to something more than just an exchange of words.

(There is a soft ache in his chest at the thought of home in conjunction with sex and romance, and he allows himself to think fleetingly of Lan Zhan, if only for a moment. He knows that even without the war nothing would have ever come of them, and his feelings for Lan Zhan aren't what they were, but that doesn't mean he'll ever not think of him as a person he'd once given his heart to.)

He does have some experience with casual though, doesn't he? More recently there's been Mal, and though he shared a deep friendship with the man, there was nothing more to them in spite of the things they'd done together. That's what Asogi-xiong is getting at, isn't it? No strings attached mutual fun. It's what he had taken Wei Wuxian's words to mean.

And at the very least, it would mean not feeling so alone for a while. (The ache of Gwen's loss is still such a tangible thing, and Itachi's absence due to their staggered arrivals stings all the more for it.) He angles himself towards Asogi-xiong and offers him a curious smile.]

Thank you, Asogi-xiong. [Feeling bolstered by the time to think it through, he continues to smile at his companion and lifts his now empty glass to show him.]

I'm ready anytime then.

[It doesn't take long for them to find a discreet alleyway with no passersby to speak of, but it's by happenstance in the end. As he was in the bar, Wei Wuxian on their walk is a good conversationalist; easy to flirt with, fun to tease and be teased by. Kazuma finds himself forgetting their supposed task entirely until an empty side street presents itself at the next corner and he practically interrupts himself pointing it out.

He's tipsy enough that he feels almost giddy as they duck into the corner, heart pounding like they're a couple of schoolboys sneaking around between classes, more interested in getting off than their studies. There's no need to feel like they're breaking any rules here, but it's just part of the game now. Kazuma is firm but not forceful as he uses momentum to guide Wei Wuxian against the alley wall, landing with his hands framing Wei Wuxian's face. His touch is feather-light, his fingertips barely making contact with skin; Wei Wuxian has leeway to escape if he wants.

He smiles, feeling suddenly unsure.]

What was it you said earlier? Something about showing you my best work?

[...That sounds embarrassing the moment it comes out of his mouth, but he can't take it back now. His only recourse is to keep a straight face.]

[Wei Wuxian laughs, but it's at his own expense not Kazuma's. That really was a cheesy thing he'd said, wasn't it? His cheeks flush pink and he lifts a hand to tangle around Kazuma's shirt and tug him forward a bit, not pulling him flush, but close.]

Mmmhmm, something like that. [His eyes glimmer with humor and he leans in, closing the distance between them with a soft exploratory kiss before pulling back just enough to speak.]

But if you're just gonna keep talking, I can show you mine instead.

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