"This is going to ruin my sheets," he figured he definitely deserved the dirty look he was shot then, too busy focusing on the slow trickle of cold liquid down his side, making him want to squirm uncomfortably but not really able to with his hands tied. Instead he observed the steely glare of the individual whose idea this had been, because apparently they were at the stage in their 'relationship' where they were readily sharing kinks, though he had to admit he'd been remarkably reluctant to partake in this one.

"Wanna lie on the floor instead?"

He actually paused to debate that, more to annoy Sly than anything, watching a vein bulge in his head with amusement and realising rapidly that his carpets had been a damn sight more expensive than a new duvet cover would be, 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton or otherwise. "Not really."

"Then shut up and let me lick syrup off you."

"You're so sweet, do you even need the syrup?" Another dark stare, but this time it was accompanied by a squirt of the chocolate syrup he'd decided would be perfect for the job, lying on his chest in sticky trails that just made him wriggle at their cold gloop.

This felt weirdly like punishment and he had to admit that when Sly had remarked using food he'd assumed he'd meant the bartender would be eating off him, not the other way round, plus Mizuki had never had a sweet tooth and with the amount Sly had coated him in he felt almost sorry for him. But his subtle hint that he was significantly not into this didn't really work and Sly just rolled his eyes instead, scooping up some sauce on one finger and licking it off with too much enthusiasm, humming as if surprised at how much he enjoyed it.

Now that, Mizuki could get on board with, suddenly wanting to suggest he just made Sly a huge ice-cream sundae and get to watch him devour it, biting it back because that was very odd and watching somebody eat a banana sexually got old fast and so too would anything else, kitten licks to the spoon or not.

"So, how do I taste?"

"Like chocolate sauce, so it's a big improvement," he was going to retort with half-hearted anger then but the need died as Sly ducked his head, hair already tied back in a pony to protect it, and licked a line of syrup off his stomach and he grimaced instead.

Far from being the sensual experience Sly had expected and Mizuki had doubted, it was gross, the syrup felt horrible already and the wet, warm tongue gliding across his skin was bizarre because in no other context would Sly licking his stomach be anything but worryingly inexplicable.

But he guessed if Sly liked it, he'd shut up and deal with it, breath hitching a little when he licked cream off his nipples despite how debauched and ridiculous that made him feel, it felt okay, but then his skin was left glistening with saliva that rapidly went cold and dried and he wanted to shrivel up and die. He wondered if maybe women were more sensitive to this kind of thing, or if maybe somehow his muscle had meant he couldn't feel anything but Sly's tongue on him, reminding him nastily of the few times he'd held snails, and at least they were cute.
But he stayed quiet and after less than ten minutes Sly stopped, glanced down to his boxers where his dick lay calm and relaxed, then back up to him, and spoke, "this doing anything for you?"

"I mean, it's nice, I guess."

He hadn't wanted to tell the truth if Sly had been excited to try this, but he wasn't stupid and caught on immediately, lip twitching into a small smile as he regarded the mess he'd made of the bartenders torso. "That's a no isn't it?"

Given permission, it didn't take him long to respond and he should have known Sly wasn't the type of person to be offended by the truth, inclining his head and grimacing actively for the first time, not hiding his repulsion at how fucking sticky he was. "It's pretty shit I'm not gunna lie."

"Thank fuck. Eugh, I feel sick," he even sounded sick and for a moment Mizuki felt a horrible rush of adoration for him, because that slightly whiney, childish voice was incredibly cute and he just wanted to rub his tummy until he felt better, blinking away that odd image in favour of suggesting a second, cleaner option.

"Shower sex?"

He thought on this for merely a second before he reached up to undo his hands, ties having been utterly useless when none of Sly's ministrations had made him so much as wriggle, shrugging at him with a relieved smile. "Yeah, alright."