unknownballad | ❝ Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe ❞

"After, then." He can't imagine someone^* of Vena's size won't be feeling some aches and pains after a night like he's described. It's not really Levi's place to offer advice, so he'll understand if Vena brushes it off. He's just hired help for the party, after all.

"I mean, it's up to you, of course." Vena's grown and very clearly in charge of his own life. Maybe Levi's just a little bit of a mother hen.

^*a regular human person.

Dear Levi, you will surely exhaust yourself trying to mother hen someone like Vena. And potentially worry yourself sick. Vena is far more resilient than he appears. And he's not in the habit of doing things differently just to assuage the worries of others. Don't waste your time, dear Levi.

"Of course it is," Vena says as he once again stretches his arm across the bar, laying his head on top of it. He tips his head up a little toward Levi, even though he closes his eyes. He can still feel the young man there though and that's enough for him. For now. "You seem rather accustomed to catering to parties like mine. Most catering companies are much more sex averse. And yet you openly advertise it." He's impressed, actually. So many humans have so many hangups about sex. Outwardly, at least, sine his orgy tells a different story. Are you simply more open than others? Or do you get off on getting paid to watch everyone around you fuck each other?" He opens his eyes and lifts his head to look at Levi. "Be honest. I don't judge." That's a lie. Vena is very judgmental but not in cases like these.

"Well," Levi began, drawing the word out in thought. "I guy I met in culinary school used to joke about it being an untapped market. One night we got a little drunk and started really thinking about it. You know, sanitary issue and stuff. He knew my goal wasn't a restaurant, but a food truck business and he thought it would be perfect because, poof," Levi lifts his fists and then opens his fingers as he says 'poof.'

"No more sanitary issues."

There's something intense about Vena's eyes staring at him, even if they're heavily lidded and read (to him) as sleepy. "This," another gesture, motioning vaguely to what's going on all around them. "Isn't something I'd do. I'm not going to judge all these people though. They're all adults. I'm not the kind to catastrophize and worry about the what-ifs and all the possible bad outcomes. To me, this isn't much different than people who go to a night club or sit around someone's table rolling dice while pretending to be someone else. They're all just doing something that's fun to them."

Oh, he didn't realize there would be an entire story involved but it's almost endearing, the way he talks about it. He lays his head back down onto his arm, eyes remaining on the human the entire time. Though not often a word he would use to describe someone he's taking a particular interest in, it's a little cute how animated Levi gets as he talks of the origins of his food truck and the list of events he'll work. His eyes move to follow Levi's hands up, watching the way he gestures and opens his fingers, wandering so slowly back down to his face soon after. He really is quite nice to look at, isn't he?

"I suppose that means you'll be my caterer of choice for the foreseeable future. Lucky you." It'll take some of the guesswork out of choosing some sort of food for his events. His guests seemed to enjoy Levi's food well enough (though feeding his guests a lot of diary in the middle of their day of vigorous sex could spell disaster. Should anything untoward come of it, Levi can expect to get Vena's cleaning bill) and Vena enjoys Levi, even if he hasn't had the opportunity to try him yet.

Another perk of having Levi cater more of his events, of course, is exposing him to more of the incubus' allure. Expose him to more of that power that humans are often so weak against.

"Have you never been curious about something like this?" he asks, blindly gesturing behind himself with his free hand.

He won't mind the business. Although... Maybe he'll come up with a less dairy heavy menu for Vena's events. He's sure he can thing of something a little more, uh, activity-friendly. Of course, he'll discuss the matter with Vena before. Maybe he and his guests like the dairy centered options.

Just to be polite, Levi turns to look around, pointedly up, above any humanly possible action. "Not really. I'm not really a casual sex sort of guy, so something like this never really appealed to me. I'm kinda hung up on monogamy. Don't laugh."

At least some less dairy heavy options. Judging by the missing boxed meals, the guests have been enjoying what's here (round of applause for Vena, who did not exactly choose this truck based on food. He chose it mostly based on the fact that it openly advertises that it caters to orgies) and even Vena didn't hate the few bites of the grilled cheese he had. Though what Vena eats really has no bearing on just how soon or how much sex he can have after a meal. The inner workings on his body only look human.

Though if he and Levi are going to have an actual discussion about additions to the food truck's menu, Vena may have to bring in someone else to help with the decision making. Someone who knows a little more about food than he does. Su-jin, perhaps? He was human once, wasn't he? Some centuries ago?

Vena turns to look as well, though he makes a point to look at every pair or group of writhing bodies he can see. Delicious. "A shame. Your next partner could be right here somewhere in my home." Future home. "They're just waiting for a strapping young food truck boy to come along and fuck them to make them realize they want to give up their whoring ways for him." Vena turns back to look at Levi, getting up on his knees on the seat to make himself a little taller, to bring him a little closer to eye level with the food boy. "Or is getting fucked more to your taste?"

Su-jin would be a poor choice, Vena. He doesn't need to eat human food either, but he does it to appear more normal in their company. He's not really any sort of expert on that matter, Vena, but he might know someone who can assist.

The conversation turns more awkwardly personal than Levi expects and all he can do is laugh nervously. "I'm not sure that's the sort of foundation I'd want a relationship based on." Pointedly ignoring Vena's question about preference, thanks.

He doesn't now but he might've at one point! Su-jin may have enjoyed a human meal once upon a time, a very long time ago. Either way, he will defer to Su-jin in the end. He often does. There are plenty of humans he knows who eat human food and would - in theory - be able to come up with a menu with the food boy, but many of Vena's people have become yes men. The humans who spend too much time in his orbit start to do whatever they think they must to please him. Or they'll ask him what he prefers before making an decisions and that sort of defeats the whole point. Besides, what he prefers is already on the menu. Unfortunately, the humans can't be sustained by sexual energy with a side of semen. Poor things.

Still sitting on his knees, Vena bends down to rest his elbows on the top of the bar, chin resting in his hands. "That's a little close-minded of you, don't you think?"

❝ Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe ❞

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