his blue eyes sparkled as he watched the boy sip gin for what he assumed to be the first time. he seemed to like it more than the fruity concoction, and maddonis highly approved of that preference. he stifled the urge to wrinkle his nose at the mention of beer. how could that possibly be the choice out of the three?

his smile persisted. he was patient and fully engaged. he looked down as the boy flashed a pokeball, and briefly felt the urge to show his behind the flap of his jacket, but decided better of it. he was only training pokemon for the sake of using them to progress in rocket, and impressing a boy at the bar didn’t warrant flaunting his servants. still, his interest was piqued. they would be revisiting this topic.

“oh, wrestling?” he went up to feel the flexing muscles in front of him with one hand, more to entertain kaz than anything, and maybe to see if he could bring out his delicious bashfullness again. “the kind with costumes?” although he’d never wear one himself, maddonis did love a good and well thought out costume.

when asked about his own occupation, maddonis didn’t lie, but also chose not to tell the whole truth — not unlike kaz. “i’m a jeweler.” he started, a couple of rings sparkling on his knuckles as he finished his gin from the glass. “i own glosse jewelers. there’s one just down the street from here, actually.” if kaz was well-traveled, he might have known that these storefronts were everywhere, even outside of hoenn. not to mention, the glosse name was a prominently wealthy one for more than one reason.

maddonis set the glass on the bar and slid gracefully from his seat. he was ready to dance, now. he eyed kaz’ fruity beverage. it was expensive, but money was no issue. “leave it if you like.” with that, he took a step towards the dancefloor and held out a smooth hand, offering it to kaz as though beckoning him.

♥ Kazimir Wynter

“i’d love to see it.” a lie, because what he really preferred was to never see this man again, in the end. it was an occasional treat, these types of things. he didn’t have a terrible sweet tooth.

he smiled at the mention of gemstones. he was not a craftsman, although he had employed several. “i get to sell a lot of them.” although their beauty was not lost on him, certainly, and he did enjoy having them pass through his hands. staring at shiny things was a favorite pasttime of his.

they got up to dance. maddonis had always liked music. granted, he had a penchant for classical, but there was something alluringly carnal about the incessant, heavy drive of the bass. soundwaves breathed down his whole body, melting the ice, transforming him into liquid. his hips slaved themselves to a sawtoothed synthesizer that became the air around them. he could feel the warmth of liquor, the freedom of wordlessness.

while kaz jumped in, maddonis settled into it more gradually. he was graceful. as they faced one another, he drew closer, hands came slowly down to kaz’s hips. they levitated there, occasionally brushing the skin under the man’s undulating movements. maddonis stared into his eyes daringly, the distance between their heads closed to nearly nothing before he spun around him to the other side, teasingly.

♥ Kazimir Wynter

i had saint jhn's roses (imanbek remix) on writing this.