Ohhhhhh.
So that's what this was, was it? The guy was curious and looking for an experiment. Well, Sita was certainly no stranger to that. He had quite happily allowed himself to be the subject of other such "experiments", done by men who totally loved women, really they did, even as they sought him out for seconds and thirds and turned to jelly when he was balls deep inside them. But he completely understood, and understood their denial. It wasn't safe to admit you liked a man when you were a man, but it was more forgivable when you were just drunk and curious and it was just sex.
Still, though, one had to be careful. His old life had been ripped from him for being too honest to himself, and for getting too close. He'd been careful in Adela, keeping emotional distance, making sure it was just sex, and being clandestine in his encounters. So it was a little shocking when Yuuki just blurted it right on out, and he took a quick glance around them to make sure no one had overheard.
No one was paying attention, though. No one cared about the conversation of two random men. So Sita let out a slow breath and looked back at Yuuki, blinking in surprise even as Yuuki wilted in embarrassment.
"Well, uh...I can't say I ain't honored that I'm the one that's makin' ya turn," he teased, voice lowered. "I also can't lie and say ya ain't totally my type."
He cleared his throat awkwardly. These were the sorts of conversations he usually had with folks he paid or met up with at random. Not with someone he already knew, even if only a little. Why did that make it more...difficult? He liked Yuuki, strange guy that he was, and tonight certainly wasn't the first time he'd found himself eying him. He was young, built, and handsome as fuck, and he would love to trace his fingers over those tattoos and find out where they lead.
"But--" He winced. Always a but. "Ya...uh...you're drunk, kid," he said, reaching across the table and giving his hair a light ruffle.
