Walk It On

Despite having planned this walk to be for a completely different reason Cazimir found himself enjoying the walk just for seeing the city and island nevertheless. He didn't feel pressured to keep up constant small talk with Bastian. Suppose it was the strange unity he sensed with the man, hardships they had both gone through.
Or perhaps Cazimir was just getting ahead of himself because he hadn't gotten laid in a while. Could be either.

During this whole outing Cazimir had tested the waters, so to say. "Accidental" touch here and there, few somehow suggestive phrases and other actions that could or could not be taken as flirting. And thus far Cazimir was liking what he was seeing. Bastian seemed easily flustered, and Cazimir found that endearing. And more importantly, it showed that Bastian felt some kind of attraction toward him.
Cazimir thought it could be a good idea to move in more seriously.

"We're approaching the area I think they call The Strip. Do you know anything about it?"
Cazimir asked with a pleasant tone, as he and Bastian walked down the street, side by side. Cazimir was dressed more casually today, wearing a dark grey polo shirt, black jeans, sturdy sneakers and the same leather jacket he'd been wearing when he and Bastian met the first time. His hair wasn't swiped back with gel either, and hung a bit on Cazimir's face, creating a bit of a messy look, that really suited him.

It was a delight to watch Bastian get flustered and awkward, in all honesty. In a way it gave Cazimir the feeling, like he was in charge of the situation, and that always made him confident. But it was also attractive to see Bastian like that. Made Cazimir wonder how the man acted in the bedroom.

"It's not surprising an area like that has a lot of calls, desire attracts violence."
Cazimir said, with a slightly contemplative tone. The area must've had a lot of fights and muggins. And many of the people who the Volkov's had business with could also be found in that area.
But Cazimir wouldn't think about that now. If he by any small chance ran into associates they would pretend not to know him. He merely wanted to enjoy his time with Bastian.

Cazimir supressed an amused chuckle at Bastian's question. But he merely looked at the man and then forward with a small smile, hands casually in pockets.
"I suppose with the right person I could visit, or something."
Cazimir's tone or eyes weren't especially suggestive as he said that, he was pretty sure Bastian had caught up on Cazimir's intentions and was able to decide for himself if he wanted to...spend more time with Cazimir.

Cazimir had and hadn't expected Bastian to take such a straightforward approach, as the younger man set his hand on Cazimir's hip. Bastian was much shorter than Cazimir, but he wasn't one to care one bit about such things. All that mattered to Cazimir was the nature of an individual, and Bastian's was intriguing.
Cazimir looked down at Bastian with a small, maybe slightly challenging smile, and his eyes asked "what now?".

As good as a person as any other, huh?
On the contrary, Cazimir didn't have interest in any other person aside from Bastian at the moment. This should be interesting.
Cazimir pushed aside the urge to act confused or refuse, cause Bastian to become flustered again. But Cazimir wasn't about to throw away this chance just for a reaction that could or could not happen.
Cazimir slid his own hand on Bastian's hip, and pulled the man close so they were hip to hip. He looked down at Bastian, slightest smile on his face.

"Yes, you are. Better even. But as much as it tempts me to take you to a hotel I need to ask, if you're sure. Being impulsive isn't what I do, unfortunately."

"Excellent. You've made my day. Or should I say night."
So Bastian was certain. That was good, at least to Cazimir. He now knew what he was doing tonight. Cazimir smiled ever so slightly, it didn't show in his expressions and gestures but he felt like a wolf that knew it had caught its prey.
They were still on the street, and though Cazimir didn't mind PDA he minded drawing too much attention to himself, and perhaps Bastian did dislike it. Though he had been one to initiate the contact. Nevertheless Cazimir slid his hand off, but kept closer than before. So if Bastian preferred to keep his hand where it was on Cazimir's hip he was free to do so.

"Yes, we shall."
Cazimir began walking again, Bastian by his side, now with a destination and Cazimir walked with purpose. Though they still had to pick an establishment once they reached the Strip, but Cazimir could make do with almost anything. Though if they if tonight proved they were compatible and did this again Cazimir wanted to use his apartment, he felt more confident in a familiar environment, his territory, if you will.

Cazimir suspected Bastian would've been shocked to hear what kind of places Cazimir had done it in. Some of them included the roof of an abandoned factory and the backseat of a several meters long limousine.
But Cazimir wanted this encounter to happen in a decent environment. After all, if it was good he definitely wanted to do it again.

"Excellent. You saved me trouble."
Cazimir was slightly surprised to see that kind of smile on Bastian's face, but he liked it. Despite having taken it off earlier Cazimir allowed himself to give in to temptation and put his own hand on Bastian's hip. His fingers itched to give the man's ass a feel, but he'd be able to do plenty of that in the hotel.