Flirting-Kuronue/Yoko-from the kink meme, although this is humorous and not kinky at all...
"And you know, when they get up close to you, it's not that hard to tell the weak points in their armor!"
Yoko grinned, tossing back a shot of something strong, something he couldn't pronounce. He could hear his lover sweet talking the bartender across the room, his fuzzy ears twitching at every sound. The smoke on the bar was doing a number on his nose though. 'I wonder how many drinks she'll give up before she realizes he's not into females...' he pondered, tipping his head to the waitress who brought him another glass of a pretty blue drink. Clearing his throat, he lashed his tail, feeling restless and somewhat anxious in the confined space. 'It's fine' he scolded himself, 'people go into bars all the time...they don't care who we are here...'
But his mate was still flirting, laughing with some whore; his wings were fluttering playfully, exchanging a charming smile. Kuronue was exaggerating a recent heist; and perhaps that is what irked Yoko most. Not that Kuro was flirting, but that he was doing so under false pretenses. 'He doesn't even like women!' his inner jealousy scoffed. He tried to silence himself with another shot. He slipped a gold coin into the water demoness' apron, "Keep them strong," he said softly. "Sure," she winked, hips swaying as she went to inform the bartender.
'Ugh...I don't understand how it took me so long to figure out I was gay...' He toasted the pretty wolf demon who had mixed his drink, thanking him for being so prompt.
"Oh yeah," Kuronue was bragging, "Armor thicker than dragon scales! But I managed to fight my way out with half his fortune in my pocket." The woman giggled, purring like a cat with creme. Disgusting.
"Yoko," his waitress sighed, replacing his suddenly empty glass, "why don't you just...go over there and plant one on him? Stake your claim on your man!"
"Well Nazumi," he sighed, chewing an ice cube, "because that would take all the fun out of having him make it up to me later," he grinned, twitching his ears, "Once we get home, he will owe me a very, very big favor."
"Touche," she raised her eyebrows, smiling and balancing an empty tray on her hip, "You want me to keep them coming? With that tip you gave me, you're tab is payed for at least a month..."
"Sure," Kurama smiled, lacing his fingers under his chin, "but only if you tell that stunning bartender to join me..."
"You got it."
Kurama batted white lashes at the barkeep, deliberate in slowly pulling an ice chip between his lips.
If Kuronue wanted to play games, he would definitely lose.