"Everywhere you go, girls go with you. It's so boring. Of all men. I never expected you to be the type." Pulling away, Roman rolled his eyes and grabbed his drink off the side, dropping into his office chair and sipping his drink as he looked at the disorganised mess of his desk. "Can't think of anything more tedious than surrounding yourself with women."
With a loud sigh, he kicked his legs up onto the desk and gave Victor a frank look. "You have fun with everyone but me. I expect it these days, I know you don't care about me any more. I get it. Tragic but I moved on, I'm a big boy." Pfft. As if.
"Mostly women and nonbinary, in my closer circle." If he had to focus in on gender to that degree - and of course he did, not as if Victor didn't know why - he was going to point that out. "I've plenty of men under me too."
The wording might be intentional. He tilted his head at that last assertion. Being accused of not caring, he was used to that. But moving on? Victor jumped up onto Roman's desk, rather unnecessarily athletic about it, then he knelt down. On top of the desk, so he obviously still looked down at Roman, but that didn't mean he couldn't move his hands behind his neck and watch for any reaction. "I know you are a big boy."
He had taken care of business. He could play a little.
"Don't look at me like that. You play these games but they're not as fun as you think." Said the guy already getting worked up. He leaned forward and looked into Victor's eyes, trying to seem determined and unbothered but instead, the want almost twinkled in his eyes as he leaned in closer. With a sigh, he shook his head and purposefully forced himself back in his chair, wanting to be strong.
He decided who he wanted. Victor could chase him, not visa versa.
"I have plenty of guys and girls under me too, fun to play with but they mean nothing. Half the time, they wind up dead. Either after or during." Roman laughed as he tried his best not to stare at Victor. He could do this. He could be cool.
"Uh-huh." No, Victor wasn't convinced, but - knowing Roman - he was quite impressed at his self-discipline. Usually he didn't exhibit that much of it. "Of course they mean nothing. So why bother with them?"
Not that he minded Roman having others. He wasn't really the type for jealousy. However, possessiveness? That could be fun. That knowledge that he could do this, when he wanted to. When he wanted to play.
"I'm not your boss. Falcone is. Don't-- Don't dick with me. I know the game and it's not gonna get to me." Roman had to take a stand, he had to defend himself and keep himself from falling from Zsasz every time he came in and got all kinky, called him boss and -- God damn it. He had to cross his legs to try and hide his boner.
Why was it that easy?! Every damn time.
"I bother with them cause you don't bother with me." He had to settle for lesser fucks cause Victor was Falcone's pet instead. "You're cruel to me, Zsaszy."
"You know I don't do this with the Don." At least he sincerely hoped he knew that. Although the idea of Falcone's face when being presented with the concept was admittedly hilarious. "This isn't business. This is just us. I am what I am, but we've dealt with that for today. I'm still who I am too. And I chose to come and see you. I choose to stay longer now."
He had to smile a little. "You're cruel to yourself, Roman. You'll not sleep well tonight if you keep resisting."
"Yeah, well...." He ran out of points to make and after a few moments of awkward stalling, he was too climbing onto the desk to make out with Victor, desperately trying to touch every inch of him, his resolve crumbling so easily under Victor and his steady gaze. It was impossible to win against someone so cool and collect.
In the end, the only loser would be him and they both knew it. He hated how it felt, he hated being the more needy one but he knew what he wanted to get from him.
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With a loud sigh, he kicked his legs up onto the desk and gave Victor a frank look. "You have fun with everyone but me. I expect it these days, I know you don't care about me any more. I get it. Tragic but I moved on, I'm a big boy." Pfft. As if.
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The wording might be intentional. He tilted his head at that last assertion. Being accused of not caring, he was used to that. But moving on? Victor jumped up onto Roman's desk, rather unnecessarily athletic about it, then he knelt down. On top of the desk, so he obviously still looked down at Roman, but that didn't mean he couldn't move his hands behind his neck and watch for any reaction. "I know you are a big boy."
He had taken care of business. He could play a little.
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He decided who he wanted. Victor could chase him, not visa versa.
"I have plenty of guys and girls under me too, fun to play with but they mean nothing. Half the time, they wind up dead. Either after or during." Roman laughed as he tried his best not to stare at Victor. He could do this. He could be cool.
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Not that he minded Roman having others. He wasn't really the type for jealousy. However, possessiveness? That could be fun. That knowledge that he could do this, when he wanted to. When he wanted to play.
"How do you want me, boss?"
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Why was it that easy?! Every damn time.
"I bother with them cause you don't bother with me." He had to settle for lesser fucks cause Victor was Falcone's pet instead. "You're cruel to me, Zsaszy."
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He had to smile a little. "You're cruel to yourself, Roman. You'll not sleep well tonight if you keep resisting."
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In the end, the only loser would be him and they both knew it. He hated how it felt, he hated being the more needy one but he knew what he wanted to get from him.