★ Take Me for a Ride! ★

Iris was indeed way less enamored with the event, finding all the cheesy lovey crap just that, crap. Hearts and naked babies that could somehow shoot useless heart arrows, and all of this gooey mushy love crap. The space dust's perception of love differed from most. Many confused love and lust, but he never had that problem. They were two very separate things that only overlapped in one specific person at a time, and that was the sparkly eyed cutie Oohing and Ahing at his side. He would personally be way more excited to walk into a room Beaux had stocked with whips and chains and swings and--

”Look at the lanterns!”

Iris was jarred out of his lovely mental image, his mouth pulling into a disappointed pout before he saw what his lover was pointing at. While this might not be his thing, Beaux being happy was very much so. An easy smile crossed his features as he looked from the magical lanterns to the angel boy at his side. "Yeah, pretty~," he said, leaning over to kiss the silverette's shimmering locks. He was rewarded with an arm around the waist, making it easy and comfortable to drape his arm over Beaux's shoulders. The way Iris loved physical touch, one would think he was starved of it. But no, he was just a shameless glutton.

Beaux wanted to know what to do first at this cupid-infested theme park. Spotting a booth ahead filled with naked cakes, Iris's more serene expression turned devilish. "Oh, lover~.. look! Cake! We had a really nice time with cake last year, didn't we~" he lilted suggestively, already steering the both of them toward 'Sweater Together'. "This looks really fun. I'll be your arms, so talk to me really sweetly, okay~?"

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Rolling for cake time~

The member 'Beaux' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

Listening to the directions but also not paying much attention, Iris slipped into the sweater and took over the arm portions, then waited for Beaux to join him. The violette wrinkled his nose as it was kissed, his eyes gleaming with less than pure intentions. If Beaux thought this cake would actually get frosted in any way close to the example, he was going to be disappointed. Hopefully, he could make it up to him in other ways.

Initially, he wrapped his arms around the man who was sharing his sweater, uninterested in the bags of frosting until the woman loudly cleared her throat. Since Beaux couldn't see him, he threw the sprinkled woman a hateful glance at her urging but complied...in his own way. He let Beaux go and reached forward blindly for the bags of frosting. "I'm ready~" he purred, though he wasn't going to make it easy. If Beaux thought Iris wasn't going to be distracted by their bodies being so close and sharing a sweater, then he was mistaken. Leaning his head forehead against the back of his lover's and closing his eyes, he decided that the best way to keep his partner focused on giving instructions was to kiss and gently blow on the nape of his neck.

This would not be easy. He said he was ready, but he didn't listen very well and seemed more intent on keeping Beaux flustered than decorating the cake. He started by squirting a few random blotches of frosting in vague directions as if he didn't even know where the naked cake was. Cheekily raising the bag, he chuckled. "Ooh...where's the cake? Is it up here~?" he asked, squeezing some onto Beaux's neck for him to lick off. Yes, he knew Beaux wasn't nearly as comfortable with public displays of affection, but he just couldn't help it. He had poor impulse control on the best of days. He lowered the frosting bag back down, awaiting instructions, though he'd arguably do whatever he wanted anyway, if not the opposite of what Beaux said just to mess with him.

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Rolling for that kiss~

The member 'Iris' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Normal Dice' :

Between being unable to control himself kissing Beaux's neck and whispering crass jokes and references about the frosting bags, what could and couldn't be squeezed too hard, and how he loved it when he was ordered around. Iris had a great time, even if the cake suffered for it. He might be obsessed with all things pretty, but he couldn't have cared less what the frosting looked like. He cared a lot less about a lot of things when he was with Beaux. Being a being of many vices, some he liked and some he needed to keep himself distracted, he found that Beaux was his absolute favorite drug. The silverette was just too cute when he was flustered.

It was a challenge at this point to try and get Beaux to scold him. He misbehaved in public all the time, trying to trick the angel boy into unleashing any sort of punishment, since he liked that kind of thing, but mostly what he got were tortured "Iris"es and lots of distractions. One of these days he'd crack this pure soul. Maybe. Then again, Beaux being so... timid had it's own charms. It was different than his other escapades, which fit their situation. What Iris had with Beaux wasn't something he shared with anyone else, so if Beaux never put his foot down, that was fine. He'd love him how he needed to be loved, since Iris would literally take whatever Beaux was gracious enough to give him and treasure it.

With the cake decorating officially finished, if you could call what they'd done that term, Iris pouted as the sweater was taken and Beaux was separated from him again. It was for the best, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Taking the other fork, he sampled their consolation slice as they moved on.

"I mean, I have been in a booth, kissing strangers~," Iris commented vaguely with a devious grin, though it was plain to see that whatever he was remembering was a lot less pure than whatever this cutesy kissing booth was. Sobering a little, he looked over at his lover and shook his head. "But no, not a Kissing Booth like this. Should I try it?" he asked, as if he wasn't already moseying up to the attraction. He read the sign bedazzled in hearts and snorted. "Best kiss of my life? That is a tall order~!" he grinned, thinking not only of his own skill but that of many others, including Beaux. He highly doubted that someone hiding behind a curtain at a garish love-themed amusement park could offer him anything he'd be impressed with.

And he was right! As he leaned forward and waited, the curtain parted and revealed a cute girl. She had her dark hair pulled into a sleek side ponytail and bright red lips shimmer with gloss. Oh. Lipgloss. You know, he wasn't against it, but it really looked like she might have had too much on-- The girl, eyeing his pristine appearance with interest, grabbed his face in her hands and gently pulled him closer, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. A kiss long enough to smear that red goop all over both of their faces. Iris blessed this woman with the very thing she had been advertising, the best kiss of her life. When she pulled away, she was the one left gasping and awestruck, while Iris merely smirked at her. "You're welcome, doll~" he chuckled, lifting a thumb to the side of his mouth to smudge some of the gloss at least back onto his lips instead of around it.

Since she said nothing, which amused him more, Iris winked at her and turned back to his lover. Hmmm, now that he had all of this red gloss on his mouth, it'd be a shame not to share it, right? He approached Beaux and gave him a surprisingly innocent kiss. It was only long enough to press the excessive rosy gloss transferred onto his lips to his boyfriend's, so they'd match. Such a simple thing could bring a perky grin to the alien's face.

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Smearing the lipgloss all over Beaux's face had seemed like a good idea at the time, but it would soon backfire. Before he could even cherish the vaguely scolding tone or the face that there were shiny red patches of goop all over his mouth and one side of his face, he caught Beaux eyeballing him strangely. He thought he was going to get a kiss reward, the way his boyfriend was growling and pulling him in, but then... something wasn't right. His fashion senses were tingling. There was something dastardly afoot that would sully his chic look.

His lilac eyes looked at the thumb, then followed his lover's gaze...to his shirt. His Bartier shirt?? It costed more than the average man was worth a year...not that Iris had paid for it. Why pay for something you could just take? It wasn't like he was so stupid that he'd get caught. "Beaux?" he more warned than asked, taking a step back just as that messy face came swooping in. He didn't have a spare shirt, and having this crap on his white shirt would just ruin his whole look!

"Hey...HEY! What are you doing?! NOooooOOoOo~" Iris lamented, hopping back out of Beaux's grip with a panicked look on his face. How could he? "This is Bartier," Iris gasped in horror, tugging his shirt out for emphasis. "One does not wipe cheap, drug store lipgloss with known staining potential on a Bartier shirt! This is a crime, and I would think you, of all people, would know crimes are bad. I'd have to call you on you. Could you kindly arrest yourself??" he asked, humor poking holes in his half-fake indignation. Either way, it seemed his Rune Knight was going to chase him down to do this crime against threads,.so the extra extraterrestrial had no choice but to run.

It might have looked childish, and maybe it was, but the two sprinted through the park in an epic game of grown-up tag. They darted in and out of the crowds and behind booths, all the while laughing and teasing near misses. Iris was quite the slippery one to catch, given his experience with ducking the authorities, but he never let himself get too far ahead of his lover. It was no fun if he actually got away, though he had no plans of letting Beaux rub his glossed mug into his clothing like a snotty toddler.

Best intentions aside, Iris was and always would be easily distracted. With all his confidence in his ability to stay just out of reach, he thought he could run around backwards so he could watch his date's face contort in both frustration and joy, but he was foiled by a little person. A kid. Kids ruined everything. When he'd rounded the corner of a ring-tossing game, he'd only glanced to check his path and missed the youngling toddering into his path. Tripping over the kid, Iris's footwork was interrupted enough that he had to stumbled chaotically to keep from falling and ruining his own clothes, but that also gave his partner the chance to snag him.

Then it was all over. Beaux's victorious face was clean and his Bartier garment had paid the price. Iris stood in somber, remorseful silence in honor of his poor shirt, then raised his head to squint at the culprit. This would not stand. There would be retribution!

With a sly, slightly twisted gleam, Iris pulled his mouth into a grin. "Well, if you wanted~ to get me naked, you could have just asked. You better hope this doesn't stain~" he purred, though it was a little more threatening than flirty. He would never hurt Beaux, but he knew how to get revenge. They'd both enjoy it... if they ended up in private, anyway. Pulling the shirt over his head, Iris was suddenly standing there completely shirtless and panting from all the running. After making sure not a single hair was out of place, the space dust would turn the tables. "Come here. Someone's been a very bad boy~" he purred, seductively approaching the silverette. "I still have plenty of lipgloss I can smear elsewhere. Will it be a public or private show, though?"

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