Carl
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_ _ `𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒` going smoothly, until his phone suddenly made a notification sound during his lunch break. It was a message from his mother. He always tried to spend as much time as possible with her outside of work. However, he had to interrupt their conversation to respond to a message from someone with a rather peculiar username, "WOLFMAN". This mysterious individual was requesting to rent out the entire "Corde d'âme" Venue for the night! What made it even more intriguing was the fact that he was offering a substantial amount of money right from the start. Moreau saw this as a great opportunity to earn some extra cash, which could greatly assist in funding his mother's cancer treatment expenses. He had to go talk to his boss and explain that he gave the restaurant to a couple for the night for fifteen thousand. His boss didn't complain about the decision and expressed his satisfaction with the arrangement. After the conversation, Moreau wished his boss a good day and they hung up the phone, feeling relieved and content with the outcome of the discussion.

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```𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊```
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In the late evening, just before sunset, Moreau kindly assisted his mother in walking to her bedroom. With great care, he ensured her comfort by preparing a delicious grilled cheese sandwich, which he served alongside a refreshing glass of sparkling water. Meanwhile, he meticulously prepared himself for the evening ahead. Moreau selected a stylish waistcoat that perfectly complemented his physique, and paired it with a crisp white dress shirt that was left slightly unbuttoned for a touch of casual elegance. As for his lower attire, he opted for a pair of black dress pants that offered a relaxed yet sophisticated look, perfectly balanced by the addition of white sneakers. In the bathroom, he leaned in closer to the mirror, carefully applying his everyday makeup routine. He swept a rich shade of red eyeshadow across his lids, accentuating his eyes. Next, he smoothed on a layer of baked clay-colored foundation, expertly concealing the faint black spots on his cheeks. Taking extra care, he fluffed out his hair around his ears, skillfully camouflaging any imperfections. Finally, he spritzed a generous amount of his prized possession, Diors "Hypnotic Poison" Perfume, enveloping himself in its alluring fragrance.

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```𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.```
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Moreau stared at himself in the mirror, carefully examining every detail of his appearance. He checked his hair, ensuring that every strand was perfectly in place. He adjusted his tie, making sure it was perfectly straight and symmetrically aligned with his collar. Satisfied with his impeccable grooming, Moreau reached for his stylish man-purse, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder. As he walked towards the door, a sense of contentment washed over him, and he hummed a cheerful tune. This evening was promising to be a delightful experience for Moreau, and he couldn't wait to embrace it.

Corde D'âme was conveniently located near his house, allowing him to easily walk there. As he entered the establishment, Moreau took a few moments to tidy up the space, ensuring a pleasant ambiance for both himself and the customers. With a quick search on Spotify, he discovered a curated playlist called "Late Night Jazz" That perfectly matched the atmosphere he wanted to create. The soothing melodies and soulful tunes filled the air, adding an extra touch of sophistication to Corde D'âme. Moreau was excited and anticipated as he prepared for the evening ahead. With everything in place, he was confident that this night would be a memorable the couple who stepped through those bougie doors.

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```𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬.```
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Moreau casually walked into the kitchen and glanced around, searching for a quick snack to satisfy his cravings. Spotting a plate of delectable leftovers from the previous night's dinner service, he couldn't resist the temptation. With a mischievous grin, he perched himself on a vacant table, savoring the anticipation of indulging in a pre-meal treat. As he lifted the exquisite golden bougie fork, its elegant design adding a touch of sophistication to the moment, he couldn't help but admire the rich, velvety chocolate cake that awaited him. With a gentle, yet purposeful motion, he plunged the fork into the decadent dessert, savoring the sweet aroma that enveloped him. As the first bite of the cake melted on his tongue, he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The harmonious blend of chocolatey richness and delightful sweetness danced on his taste buds, creating a truly heavenly experience that he wished would never end.
Wanda
```𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓, 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓, 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓, 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓```

Amarena smiled. He had no idea why he was here, or why the restaurant had absolutely no other cars or motorcycles in the parking lot. It was date night, and as always it seems his husband had decided to go all out. Not expecting to see another soul Amarena had dressed... Provocatively to say the least. Though everything was fully covered there was very little left to the imagination. The sheer robe hugging against his body and flowing down past his hips all the way to his ankles. Some delicate looking pearls around his neck and his hands adorned with the various rings Nakir had purchased for him.

``𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘``

Though he had brought nakir a gift of his own. A small click echoed through the parking lot as one of the compartments on his bike opened up and there sat a simple red box. He would love it, he knew he would. Gently peeking into the box the redhead softly laughed and made sure to place the tissue paper in the box perfectly. Tonight would be perfect Amarena thought, then he towards the doors of the building and walked in.

``𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓``

His red velvet heels gently clicked against the floor as he walked in. Looking around in partial amusement. Assuming they were being seated in the perfect middle of the seating area Amarena sat down at the table without a second thought. A soft shiver ran up his spine and although he knew he looked beautiful he regretted not bringing a coat. He typically was warm, not because he ran warm but because Nakir was a human heater, anytime he felt the slightest bit to freeze he'd be coddled until he was practically steaming. It felt odd not having that right then, but at the same time it made him anxious for the rest of the date. He hoped the food was good... Because if not he'd be devouring something completely different later that night.

``𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃``

His eyes scanned the restaurant, slightly amused at his husbands lateness. Then he locked onto the young man perched on a vacant table. Amarena felt himself grow slightly red. He wasn't embarrassed by people seeing his body, not in the slightest, but he had gotten all dolled up for his husband and someone else had seen him first. He could feel the eyes on him, the stare he always gets when that scar is out. It was a massive claw mark, going from just above his knee to right below his hip. With a soft sound he took the napkin and covered his leg slightly, trying to tuck the rest of it under the table. Though he couldn't help but glance back at the waiter, the man was pretty, and the outfit hugged in all the right places on that man. Fortunately before the man could notice that he was staring Amarenas attention was drawn away by the doors opening...

``𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘``
Jeri
```𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆```

Nakir smiled, tonight was going to be perfect. He had taken their favorite car, made sure he had his hair styled in his husbands favorite way, and that he was wearing something that fit him in all the right places. He had his canines resharpened and against his "Masculine" Mind he had his nails trimmed and polished black. Making sure to duck slightly in case the doorways were just a little too short for him. His smile widened when he saw his husband and his gaze turned slightly predatory when he glanced at the waiter. He wasn't disappointed. 

``𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍``

His shoes were freshly shined and replaced, which led him to making minimal sound as he creeped up behind his husband and placed his own furry coat over the shorter males shoulders. Not even questioning when he was met by one of the dinner knives when he got right up against his husbands ear and greeted him with a simple "*Hello Darling.*" He felt the man shiver underneath that thick fur coat he had cocooned him in. Nakir chuckled slightly and gently kissed the nape of his husbands neck. 

``𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆``

Nakir drew away and took his seat across from Amarena. Then he waved over that pretty waiter, his hand gently placed onto his husbands thigh underneath the table, soft reassurances. Then he turned towards Moreau. His voice carrying throughout the room. "Hello there, could I trouble you to get me and my husband the best bottle of whiskey possible? Price isn't important, just whatever you think is the best, we'll pay for the whole bottle." He noticed the redhead glancing at the waiter and the two of them subtly nodded towards each other. They were in agreement then. 

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``𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓``
 
Nakir gently drew his hand back from Amarena's thigh and placed it on the table. He was immediately greeted by his husbands manicured nails that were practically claws at this point. Amarena leaned over and whispered into Nakir's ear about "Unfairness and punctuality" In turn Nakir just lightly got up and cradled his husbands face within his hands. Then he softly whispered. "Darling I know you're upset but I was just making sure your gift was ready for after our date. I understand you're desperate and if you truly want me to I'll whisk you away to one of those back booths but... I fear that would ruin our dinner, and you don't want that handsome little waiter to see you all ruined now don't we?" He made sure to finish speaking right as Moreau returned, making sure to give Amarena a little peck as they both turned to the younger male.

``𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓~``
Carl
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```𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.```

_ _`𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅` immersed in the sheer pleasure of savoring a slice of his favorite chocolate cake. Little did he know that this tranquil moment would soon be disrupted by an unexpected arrival - the entrance of a captivating individual who possessed unparalleled beauty. As if caught off guard by this breathtaking sight, Moreau's initial instinct was to hastily conceal his plate adorned with the remaining crumbs of his indulgence. With nimble steps, he hurriedly retreated towards the sanctuary of the kitchen, all while attempting to divert his gaze from the mesmerizing presence before him. However, despite his best efforts to maintain composure and avoid staring too intently, Moreau could not help but succumb to overwhelming admiration for this ravishing red-haired man.

In that fleeting moment as their eyes briefly connected across Corde D'âme's enchanting ambiance, time seemed to stand still for Moreau. His heart raced with anticipation as he marveled at every intricate detail: from the alluring charm emanating from those piercing eyes to the subtle curve of a flawless smile that danced upon perfectly sculpted lips. Unable to resist such allure any longer, Moreau allowed himself a stolen glance or two when he thought the other wasn't looking.

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```𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.```

In the kitchen, Moreau found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. As he carefully placed the plate with cake, his heart pounded against his chest, reminding him to take deep breaths to calm his nerves. It was an unusual sight for those who knew him well - a navy-blue-haired boy known for his unwavering composure suddenly displaying signs of unease. The lone chef in the kitchen rose an intrigued eyebrow at Moreau's uncharacteristic behavior. After all, this young man had always been hailed as someone impervious to anxiety or self-doubt when it came to showcasing his gastronomic creations. Yet here he stood, fidgeting with his shirt and running hands through his hair in a desperate attempt to perfect every aspect of his appearance. Moreau's fingers delicately grazed over strands of dull blue hair as he fluffed them out around his face. It served as a clever disguise for the blemishes that he might have missed while doing his makeup.

As Moreau left the kitchen and stepped into the magnificent main dining room, a presence like no other entered the restaurant. It was not just any ordinary being; it was as if a towering six-foot-seven figure of unimaginable strength and power had graced us with his presence. To call him a beast would be an understatement, for he exuded an aura that transcended mere mortal definitions. This extraordinary man seemed to embody qualities that surpassed human comprehension. He possessed an ethereal quality, akin to a deity walking amongst them. In fact, one could argue that he was Aphrodite reborn - the epitome of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, and passion personified in every inch of his tall frame. His luscious black hair cascaded down in perfect waves, framing features so captivating they could rival works of art.

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```𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄.```
It is difficult to put into words the sheer magnificence radiating from this individual who stood before Moreau like an absolute deity. Every movement oozed confidence and grace; each glance sent shivers down his spine as he was captivated by his magnetic charm. Moreau felt privileged to witness such unparalleled charisma within those very walls. Shyness was unmistakably evident, a flicker of vulnerability in his deep, dark blue eyes as he cautiously approached the group. His posture exuded confidence with his back held straight, determined to make a positive impression. It was important for him to maintain composure and project an air of calmness; after all, he was at work and not in a social setting like a club or anything of that sort. He mentally encouraged himself, reminding himself to gather his thoughts and present the best version of Moreau possible.

The tall man's voice, with its smooth yet not deep tone, pierced through Moreau's thoughts as he stood there, fixated on the two deities before him. It was a voice that resonated perfectly with his preferences - reminiscent of the finest whiskey. Moreau silently mouthed a "Oui monsieur" In response before gracefully making his way towards the alcohol room. As he entered the room, his eyes were greeted by an array of expensive whiskeys meticulously lined up for those fortunate enough to afford them. Each bottle seemed more opulent than the last, tempting even the most discerning connoisseurs. However, it was Hanyu Ichiro's Queen of Hearts that caught Moreau's attention this time; its exquisite taste and regal name made it a fitting choice for such an esteemed couple.

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```𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆```

With utmost care, Moreau reached out and delicately grasped two crystal glasses from their place amongst their counterparts. He took extra caution not to touch the rim of either glass with his fingers so as to preserve their pristine appearance and ensure an impeccable presentation when serving these divine elixirs to the illustrious pair before him.

Observing them from a distance, he noticed how perfectly they complemented each other - like puzzle pieces that fit flawlessly together. Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, seemingly lost in their own world of unspoken love and shared memories. It was a captivating sight that tugged at his heartstrings. He came back to the stunning couples table. With careful precision, he set two crystal glasses down on the pristine white tablecloth. As he poured their glasses half-full with amber liquid, a rich and enticing aroma wafted through the air. Although hesitant to interrupt such an enchanting moment between them, duty called him forward. He approached cautiously yet respectfully, not wanting to disturb the fragile bubble they had created around themselves.

With gentle sincerity lacing his soft low voice, he asked gently, as if his tone was walking on eggshells: "Would you like your whiskey on the rocks?"
Jeri
``𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆``

Nakir grinned, his sharp canines flashing. He turned slightly towards Amarena and raised an eye brow before shifting his gaze back towards Moreau. "I would love mine to be on the rocks, my husband will have his on the rocks as well. While you're here could we trouble you to sit down and go through the full course list for us? We'd like to try a bit of everything. No allergies, fortunately, but I am not particularly fond of chocolate. So a review of everything would be absolutely splendid." 

``𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈``

Nakir lightly tapped his nails against the table. His gaze never leaving Moreaus form. Then he lifted his hand up and undid his tie just slightly, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his muscled and toned arms. Nakir gently grasped the glass and brought it up to his lips, taking a small sip of the amber liquid. Then he hummed appreciatively and turned towards the red head that sat right across from him. They locked eyes for a moment before the taller man took the glass, gently grabbed his husbands jaw and poured some into his mouth. All the while gazing at Moreau. Some of it spilled and once he was finished Nakir made sure it didn't get onto his beloveds clothes. "So... About that review?" 

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``𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆``

He felt a sharp nail digging itself into his thigh. Not a warning but a nervous little thing Amarena tended to do. As a reassurance Nakir squeezed right back, now lazily sipping on the whiskey. It had been months that they'd been trying to find someone. Not anything to satiate their... Carnal desires, but something, someone that would soothe the ache that had started to infest their hearts. Then Nakir had spotted Moreau, he was attractive, and Amarena had even claimed that the younger man looked enchanting. So they had some of their underlings look into Moreaus life. Nothing nefarious was going on and so their plan was set. If all went well? They would be having a very interesting night with Moreau.

``𝐎𝐇, 𝐎𝐇, 𝐎𝐇~``
Wanda
``𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ``

Amarena was nervous. Yes he was entirely confident in their marriage, but when it came to dating? He had no clue. What if Moreau didn't like his personality? What would he do then? Amarena wanted to make Nakir happy, to try it out even if he was nervous about it. Not about having someone be their partner. No, not at all, but at the prospect of Nakir taking charge of things. It was nice to not have to carry everything but it made him feel vulnerable. Amarena couldn't hide behind that veil of confidence he usually spent hiding within. 

``𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃``

Nakir snapped Amarena right out of his thoughts as he felt his jaw being gently grabbed and that burning amber liquid being poured into his mouth. He sputtered for a moment but quickly recovered, the whiskey pleasantly burning as it made its way down his throat. The liquid spilled down his mouth and rolled down his chin. Then he felt those strong hands wipe away the liquid. Unfortunately... Amarena was a lightweight. A single glass of a strong liquor would get him drunk faster than a college student at a frat party. 

``𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑``

Amarena took a small glance towards Moreau. His face now lightly flushed red. A giggle bubbled up and escaped Amarenas mouth. "Those little spots on your face are so... Cute! You look like a little lizard! I love lizards! Or is it like a puppy? Puppy's are cuteeee, I miss my puppies. You know Nakir is like a puppy? He begs me to-"

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``𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓``

A hand clasped over his mouth and his drunken ramblings were quickly shut off. The red head giggled and attempted to open his mouth to bite the hand clasped around his mouth. Unfortunately Nakirs grip was just a little too strong, and he was unable to open his mouth. Eventually Nakir let go, leaving a giggling Amarena sitting in his chair and incredibly antsy. In any other non mafia related situation the red head would hide behind his husband and be docile, but when alcohol got into his system Amarena became... Bold. Without a shred of shame Amarena got up, pulled out a chair and gently pushed Moreau to sit down. Leaning over the younger male and semi-sitting on the man's lap. Cuddling onto him while drunkenly giggling, pressing his chest gently up against Moreau's face. "You're kinda cute Moreau! You should come over to our house! I have some good and strong alcohol, but I am kinda hungry... Can you cook? You're so handsome I could almost eat you up!"

``𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔``
Jasmine
`❝ 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄. ❞ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔` responded with a quick nod. He swiftly made his way towards the ice cooler area in the dimly lit bar, where he carefully retrieved two perfectly formed circular ice cubes. Placing them delicately on a gleaming silver tray, he carried them over to their whiskey glasses, ensuring not to spill even a drop of the precious liquid. Although Moreau prided himself on being attentive and efficient in his work, he hadn't yet committed every detail of the menu to memory. As he stood there beside the table, watching intently as the deity reached out for his partner's jaw and poured the now chilled whiskey into their awaiting mouth, an overwhelming feeling washed over Moreau. In that momentary lapse of concentration, his mind went blank as if all thoughts had been momentarily erased. The scene unfolding before him seemed almost surreal - a convergence of divine intervention in this small corner of reality.

Thank goodness for the conveniently placed menu right in front of them, resting elegantly on the polished table. With a sense of relief, Moreau swiftly reached out and gently grasped it, his fingers tracing over the smooth surface as he marveled at its intricate design. As his eyes scanned the extensive list of delectable dishes. Glancing discreetly toward the incredibly attractive couple sat engrossed in each other's company, Moreau quickly redirected his attention back to the menu before him. He cleared his throat softly to regain composure and began reading aloud from the tantalizing selection of culinary delights.
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He carefully enunciated each dish's description, Moreau's diligent efforts were evident as he meticulously avoided mentioning any desserts that boasted rich layers of velvety chocolate or decadent cocoa creations. Aware of his own weakness for such indulgences, he silently vowed to resist temptation and maintain control over his cravings.

There was an undeniable allure in the way the couple's eyes fixated on him, radiating a sense of desire that seemed to transcend mere attraction. It was as if they hungered for Moreau with a fervor that bordered on primal instinct, their gazes filled with an unspoken longing that hinted at a deeper connection. The intensity of their stares held a magnetic pull, drawing him into their world where pleasure and passion intertwined seamlessly. Their shared gaze spoke volumes, conveying an insatiable appetite for Moreau's presence in ways both carnal and profound.

"For– For appetizers, there's, uhm, pan-seared scallo–" Cut off by the red-haired deity, his words faltered as he blushed, feeling a sudden warmth rush to his cheeks. He glanced down at his own thighs. Was the red-haired deity teasing him playfully or making a serious point? The uncertainty clouded Moreau's thoughts, especially considering that the man in question seemed to be quite intoxicated. However, amidst this confusion and self-consciousness, Moreau found himself softly chuckling when he noticed the much bigger man stepping in to prevent his husband from saying anything further. While still slightly perplexed by the red-haired deity's actions and intentions, Moreau appreciated this intervention. It brought a sense of relief and allowed him to momentarily brush aside any lingering doubts or insecurities that may have arisen during their exchange.

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The deity with a darker complexion stood helplessly as the red-haired one confidently pulled out a chair, graciously offering Moreau a seat. Overwhelmed by the gesture, Moreau anxiously gripped onto the menu tightly. As if adding to his already racing heart rate, the deity then casually positioned himself in a semi-seated position on Moreau's lap, causing his mouth to instantly feel parched and his mind to go blank. Again. Of course, he was thoroughly enjoying this particular moment. However, it was important to remember that he had a job to do and needed to maintain his professionalism. Despite the internal conflict between pleasure and duty, there was no denying the attractiveness of both individuals involved in the situation. His hand quivered ever so slightly as he cautiously placed it on the shoulder of the captivating redhead before him. 

"I– cute? I– Yes, I–I can cook." The Frenchman paused, his mind racing with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The suggestion to "Eat him" Had caught him off guard, his blush deepened even further, if that was humanly possible. In an attempt to regain composure and divert attention from the awkwardness of the moment, he found himself instinctively averting his gaze downwards towards his own thighs and those belonging to Amarena atop his. As he looked down at their intertwined limbs, it became clear that this unexpected proposition had taken an unexpectedly sensual turn. The Frenchman's heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with conflicting emotions – part excitement, part apprehension. He couldn't deny the allure of exploring this uncharted territory with Amarena; however, personal reservations held him back from fully embracing such explicit desires.

Yet despite these reservations, a spark ignited within him – one that whispered tantalizing promises of pleasure beyond imagination. It was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

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Jeri
Nakir smiled softly, he knew the alcohol would easily get his husband drunk. Did he expect what followed? Hell no, but he wasn't complaining. The two of them were truly a sight, he wished to join them. So he did. With a small huff he got up and pressed up right against the younger man's back. Leaning over and whispering into Moreau's ear. His voice husky and smooth.

"You can reach out if you'd like, take your hands, hold his hips. Or... If you'd prefer I can replace him, or you can have both of us at your mercy. You're supposed to serve your customers right? Try to execute every little request we have. Come on, give in to the *Temptations*"

Nakir finished his little whispered speech by placing his arms around Moreau's shoulders and slightly pulling Amarena closer. The soft giggles that the redhead made were the only sounds the three of them made. With the silence encompassing the three Nakir took the time to gently press his face into the crook of Moreau's neck. Taking in the rich chocolate scent that Moreau had. His gentle grip tightened just slightly. His painted nails digging in just a tiny bit. 

Nakir softly murmured. "Mm, I hate chocolate, but you smell so heavenly I could just take a bite out of you." He removed himself from the crook of Moreau's neck but kept his grip. Leaning over just a touch more his hair fell slightly. The intoxicating scent from the products Amarena had gently kneaded and combed into his hair that smelled of mangos, pomegranates and honey. His eyes holding that same desire with the exception that this time it was even more prominent.

"Come on little waiter. Don't you wanna sin with us. We don't wish to have you for one fleeting night, we'd like you for days, months, take our time as if you are Chronos himself. Allow us to indulge you in our wealth, our care, let us show you our sincerity towards you. How willing both of us are to give up our entire beings to you. Will you allow us to do that? Oh sweet faced, gentle tempered Angel?"
Wanda
Amarena was dazed, the alcohol had clouded his mind but the figure in front of him was still clear. He let out a few small giggles here and there has he was pressed even closer to Moreau. His mascara slightly smudged and damp from his tearful fits of laughter. In all honesty it made him look slightly more ethereal, like a deity tearfully longing for something from the mortal realm. It just so happened that Moreau was that something. 

Leaning in onto Moreau's right shoulder, directly opposing Nakir smelling softly of cherries and hibiscus. His red lips softly nipping at the neck of the younger man. Leaving lip marks all over Moreau's neck. Listening to the soft voice of his husband he smiled and leaned in to say his own two cents. 

"You really are like an angel you know? You showed up and I was blown away by your sheer beauty. Truly, please take our time, consume me if you wish. Without his fancy words it means we're not desiring some one night stand and to leave you alone. We wish to know you, learn about what you like and dislike. Those kind of things."

Amarena shivered slightly, he had tossed aside the fur lined coat that Nakir had so kindly draped over his body in his drunken daze. Fortunately his body slowly started to warm with Nakir pressed so closely heat was sure to follow. Humming a sweet tune as he continued to softly press his face into Moreau's neck, only occasionally glancing up and the younger man to place a kiss on his jawline. 

"I wouldn't say he's an Angel Nakir! He's more of an Incubus, arriving with no explanation only to steal our hearts and our minds. That's what he is, though I could totally see him wearing a sweet little Angel costume for us."

Amarena giggled, the effects of the alcohol now slowly wearing off. His hair slightly messy but still looking as sleek and perfect as when he came in. The lights creating a shadow that illuminated his dazed and darkened eyes. "Wont you be sweet for us?"