(kinktober 1. Lost Carnival canon, but off screen.)

[tacosgay]

Taako didn't do this for Foster. Frankly, he was just bored and curious as to what all sorts of things were laying around the costuming rooms here. The answer proved to be far more entertaining than he anticipated.

He's spread out across his bed, waiting for Foster's return entirely to see what his reaction is going to be. No matter what, it's going to be amusing; he'd claimed a few sets of lingerie in varying sizes, including a white, lacy set decorated with little ribbons that currently graces his form, the pale material a stark contrast on his dark skin.

Foster is late, but at least Taako doesn't sleep; he's presently entertaining himself by reading back over his Uncle John's Elven Bathroom Reader.

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[criticallyfucked]

That is really not what Foster would have done if he were by himself on the bed in lingerie, but then, Foster's first action would probably have been to take the lingerie off unless it were someone else's instruction he wear it.

It certainly wasn't what he was expecting to come home to--bitter, spent, but still half-giddy with self-disgust and half-sour with resentment. He was not expecting to have a full view of Taako's nearly-nude form, white lace on brown skin, thighs spread shamelessly--

And it strikes him that he should not be licking his lips at approximately the same second he finds himself doing exactly that.

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[tacosgay]

... oh, welp, there he is. Taako tosses the book aside quickly as soon as he realizes Foster is there, picking himself up a little in an attempt to strike a sexy pose, his curtain of thick curls all pushed to roll over one shoulder. He grins at him, and then sticks out his tongue.

"Well, hail and well met, there, stranger. You're home late."

[criticallyfucked]

"I..." Foster starts to respond, then closes his mouth again, studying Taako for another moment. There is really no ambiguity in Taako's pose, and after the day he's had... it's very difficult to control how badly he wants it right now. He didn't even realise how badly until Taako--

Self control is not his strong point right now. He's used up almost everything he has in the process of getting through the day.

But if Taako wanted it, he could just have it, any way he liked.

So he has to--he has to behave. He has to behave himself.

"I didn't know stripping was permitted to be an act."

[tacosgay]

"I didn't know, either, but I got bored and decided to pay a visit to the costume department earlier, and found some interesting stuff just laying around."

Taako is grinning at him even more broadly at that response; while getting Foster turned on isn't exactly an accomplishment worthy of noting, something about the look on his face, the obvious tension in his frame just makes it extra-sweet. There is a whole lot of self-control being exerted in Foster's head right now, and it's actually kind of impressive. He didn't even know Foster had that much control in him.

And then he sits up, pointing to a pile of white material on their table.

"I found something I'm pretty sure would fit you, too, if you want to get in on this."

[criticallyfucked]

Foster's gaze darts to the fabric Taako is pointing to, then back to Taako.

He's having a lot harder time thinking than usual--or at least, it's a lot more externally obvious how hard it is to put his thoughts together than it usually is, which is probably an entirely different beast.

Eventually, when he articulates anything, he sounds... somewhere between tired and wary.

"Is this a put-on?"

[tacosgay]

"If by that you mean I'd like you to put on lingerie with me, then yes."

Taako wiggles his eyebrows playfully, then settles into an amused smirk.