When Chu-e turns around, he has a juice pack between his lips. A blink, mild surprise. There is a stretch of silence as he sits there, in his gay little pink swim shorts and black compression shirt, on his pink beach blanket under his big umbrella (that his pokemon had to help set up.)

In the end, he raises a brow and pats the seat next to him. It's warm today and sweat is already starting to stick to the back of his neck.

"You're going to get sand in your asshole."

"Yeah? You got pretty red when I invited you to dinner. Mr. Little Leon Jr. also turns purple when he's angry." A small poke of fun at the spicy food and Leon Vercetti's dick. Chu-e was a genius.

But, at the question he shrugged.

"Just like it. Plus, it's a lot cooler here than in my house. Ugh." Flopping over, he leaned heavily against Leon's shoulder. This would, no doubt, cause him to be warmer from sharing body heat but... well, suffering was better with company. "I already can't stand this and it's not even full summer yet! I'm going to melt, Leon!"

It takes a moment for Chu-e to realize why Leon Vercetti is all red, how what he said may have come off. A surprised laugh escapes him before he leans up to press a soft kiss to the other's cheek. "Silly. I didn't mean it like that" Is muttered quietly in his ear before he pulls away.

The mention of his shirt does make him frown as a bit. He touches the short absently, self conscious of it, leaning away a bit and huffing softly.

"I don't really like what's underneath."

The reassurance felt nice. At the end of the day, Chu-e was covered in a lot of scars- many which Leon Vercetti would have already seen. Ugly, warped things from his days fighting with his fists. The ones on his chest felt... different, somehow. Chu-e, once, had been very strong. He would have been able to pick up Leon no problem and hoist him up despite their height difference. They felt like... a decline. They reminded him more of where his ending had started.

He fiddles with the edge of the shirt, not meeting Leon's eyes, quiet, as he thinks this over.

A breath and he tears it over his his. Chu-e was never one to do things in half measures.

The scars are ugly, that is a fact. Shaped like a capital 'I' on his torso, overlapping cuts from where he was cut open and sewed back together again and again. Haphazard, some of them overlap and some don't, straying off on their own. It's mangled, none of them healed right, rush jobs for more testing.

He curls in on himself a bit, chews his lower lip, waiting for whatever response Leon might have.

When the words spoken, chin tipped up with a tender touch, the casual contact on the ugliest part of him...

Red spreads on his face. It's not like the other times he's blushed, slight and easy. It takes over his face, unmistakable, up to his hairline and even the tips of his ears. At first he tries to look away despite the intimacy but his eyes still find Leon Vercetti's.

After a few belated seconds of his own heart beating in his ears, instead of answering verbally Chu-e grabs the other man by the shoulders and pulls. He surges in for a kiss- clunky and rough and frantic, lingering, before he pulls away for breath forgot to take.

"Don't-" His voice is a little strained, embarrassment still dripping off him. "Don't say stuff like that when you're naked!" But Leon would probably be able to tell he wasn't complaining.

Chu-e rolls his eyes but allow Leon Vercetti to undress him, to have him on his back like he wants. He's still flustered, wanting to hide the scars, yet in this position and with Leon so close he really can't. Especially with the kisses, which cause him to shiver at each press of the lips. His mouth feels dry and something warm unfurls behind his ribcage.

"You're a real sweet talker, you know? Silver tongue."

Reaching down, Chu-e tries to sit up enough, and not jostle Leon, to tangle his fingers in the other's hair. Give a tug to keep him in place. On the precipice.

"We could... take a nice long swim.... or... well, I did bring us a nice lunch. Oh, or we're both trainers, we could battle... hmmm...." A grin, a soft laugh before he uses his hand to urge Leon lower. "Or, you could put that silver tongue to work, pretty boy. I'll even return the favor if you do a good job."