just turn my whole world upside down.
roy mustang initially came from a humble town near dresden germany. he spoke fluent german, had zero hint of an accent, as well as english and french. when his parents were in an accident when he was eight years old he went to live with his father's sister in england. chris mustang was a woman that didn't take 'no' for an answer; bold and outspoken, very sure of what she wanted, she'd taught her nephew to be the same. roy never wanted for anything, nothing past some real familial affection, but the escorts that worked for his aunt were always there to act out the roles of big sisters and mothers when needed. they, too, were women that knew what they wanted and how to get it. as such, roy had learned those tactics; how to best manipulate those around you when you wanted something you weren't sure you could have. second, he was taught that he could have anything, that the world was open to him and that a cute face and charming personality went a long way. finally, he was taught to live with confidence but to never rule out the option that someone may want more than you were willing to provide, or substantially less; respect was key, and roy was nothing if not respectful of everyone and their boundaries. however, like his aunt, like his pseudo big sisters, when he wanted something, he wanted it with a fierce voracity. and, currently, he adamantly wanted the current object of his most recently booked photoshoot.
photography had been a hobby of his from the time he was thirteen and his aunt was trying to pressure him into attending military school when he was older. that was something that fell through, because roy knew he couldn't take orders from anyone, and he'd been appalled his aunt even suggested it when she couldn't do the same. she was her own boss and, as such, he would be too. now, at twenty-five, he was sufficiently established and doing shoots for the rich and famous. he was obsessive with detail, had an eye for color and composition, and he always felt infinitely proud when he got a great result. it was hard to make some people look good in the lighting provided, harder to shoot dark skin than light, and he had to make sure to never wash a client out. praise and admiration were also some very important driving factors in doing something like this and if there was one thing roy really loved, it was praise. with a usually well-hidden ego, roy was generally professional and somewhat demure at that. however as more and more people started filtering out to leave him to it--as he usually requested that he do this alone with his model (unless said model was female, then usually he had a female assistant in here to avoid false accusations)--he felt a deviousness that grew by the second. the least he could do was put himself out there, and the worst that could happen was rejection. roy was willing to take that risk.
when the volleyball player's agent finally left to apparently make some calls. kuroo tetsurou was, undoubtedly, a nation sweetheart; revered and envied by many. roy had already seen a multitude of facets of his personality and enjoyed all of them from the lackadaisical to the flirtatious. roy's look was cat-like until he noticed the haphazardly done tie and then it turned curious. "first off, who gave you that one? because that's hideous," he asked, adjusting the tripod he'd been fiddling with to throw off accusations that he might have been staring for much too long at his model. for all intents and purposes, there was nothing at all wrong with the tie, but nothing about the color matched the other's skin tone or eyes. carefully and deftly, roy undid the tie from around the other's neck, taking a morbid sort of interest in their height difference. he was a relatively average height, but kuroo was at least five or six inches taller, and being an athlete, he just looked bigger. "second, whoever tied that did a terrible job." sliding behind the backdrop, he looked at the rack of clothes and slipped off off something red and gold instead. humming softly, roy procured it and wasted no time getting right into the other's personal space, flipping up his collar so he could do the tie up himself. nimble fingers made quick work of the knot, the fabric making a soft sound as the pieces slid together, and he worked the knot in a tight but comfortable way.
grey eyes drifted upwards to peer through his lashes, lips lifted in a coquettish little smirk, as he tucked the tie into place and eased the upturned collar over it. gaze dropping again, he made sure the collar was crisp, before smoothing his hand down the tie and, in turn, the other's chest. "there, much better," he purred, tilting his head to admire, before flourishing with one hand towards the ornate sofa. "take a seat and i'll move you how i want you, hm?" alright, so this would likely count as sexual harassment later, but for the time being he was feeling out the other's overall persona and, hopefully, he'd find some interest there.
KUROO TETSUROU + so roy was unexpectedly and desperately thirsty. i will not apologize.