🦚 Golden Peacock Inbox

[blastedass]

@Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

▶ TEXT

▶ AUDIO

▶ VIDEO

▶ ACTION

▶ OPEN SEASON (A of ♠)

Comments

[skinstitch]

yeah, those rules don't count when it's me.

[blastedass]

guess i'll cum on your face without making a noise.

sucks i only got to see down to your shoulders.

[skinstitch]

you can't hold yourself back when it's me.

you'll make a noise. i'll keep my mouth open.

[blastedass]

oh? you're sure about that?

damn, my fingers aren't as fun as your mouth.
keep bumping the head against your teeth.
your tongue's so eager.

[skinstitch]

eager cause it's been awhile.

and cause it's one of the only times you stop trying so hard to be in control.
close your eyes for a minute and just think about it. you'll get there.

i'll even swallow, just for you. you like that.

[blastedass]

spend the night with me then.

huh? i've got you all tangled up!
ugh, you're a pain in the ass. fine. i'm closing my eyes.

fuck, i'm putting it back in. close...

[skinstitch]

spend the night with you, huh? sure you want that?
you don't want me to sleep over. you just want a good fuck.

which i'm giving you. don't give up now, firecracker. i can taste it. almost there.

---> audio

[blastedass]

don't tell me what i want.
you'd be my roommate if i had the choice.
good fuck and everything.

dammit, trying to distract me?
swallow. i'm going all the way in.
pulling you down to the base.

[and switches to audio long enough for him to hear-]

FUCK!

[-followed by wet slaps on skin.]

[skinstitch]

( switching to audio himself--mostly just so that he can stop bothering with typing one-handed. )

Yeah? Didn't even have to say please after all.

( breathy, a little smug, but he continues-- ) Say something else. Anything. I need a little more.

[blastedass]

You... said it in... your damn head...

[heated, woven through low pants, with a small growl ending-]

Fuck, handsome... I wanna hear you cum. I'd take it if I were there.

[skinstitch]

( absurdly silent, on the other line--for a long moment, just the soft pant of his breath, the sound of sheets shifting with methodical movement. )

Yeah, you would. ( low and bemused, quiet, pinched from his teeth over a busted lower lip. ) Ffffuck.

( a tremor of breath there, a hitch, a groan that isn't exaggerated or put-upon: honest, breathy, prolonged, dying out in a rasping chuckle in his throat, a silence that stretches there for a moment for him to steady his breath. )

...Ah, fuck. Fucking mess.

[blastedass]

[he drops his head on the pillow, a dull "fwump" of impact cloth puffing across the line. breathing easing, pants stilling alongside a lazy stretch.]

Sounds good...

[husked under his breath as sticky sounds peel away from lower areas, a soft grunt punching through of pleasure and annoyance. followed by an exhaling-]

uh-huh

[-around audible licking. Fucking mess indeed.]

Yours tastes better.

[skinstitch]

( another soft, husky chuckle. )

No, it doesn't. But you're cute.

Too cute. ( a playful breath through his nose. ) It's a fucking problem. You really think you could deal with it if I was there every night? Dumb kid.

[blastedass]

I'm not cute, dammit!

[and he thinks it tastes better, so nyeh, punctuated with a lip-popping huff.]

Stupid adult. I know what I can deal with. If I said I can, I will.

[skinstitch]

I'd get jealous, you know. Light your other fuck buddies on fire if they stepped through the door.

( teasing? maybe. )

Can you deal with that?

[blastedass]

Uh-huh. I've got a fire extinguisher at the entrance.

[cute, but bullshit. as if this place allows jealousy safely.]

Is that your way of wanting the suite us only?

[skinstitch]

If I asked for that, you'd ask for something in return.

What's an equal exchange?

[blastedass]

I already told you: room with me.

[skinstitch]

That's really all you want?

You know I can't do that permanently.

[blastedass]

[That "all" covers a lot.]

I know. I'm not demanding permanent.

So when you're staying with me, the suite's us only.

[skinstitch]

( a click of his tongue to teeth, bemused. )

That's basic fucking manners.

I want more than that.

[blastedass]

I'm not gonna blow your other fuck buddies up.

[even if he'd intently threatened to do exactly that during a certain day last august.]

[skinstitch]

( a low chuckle. )

I wouldn't bring someone over to your place just to fuck them in front of you. ( a breath. ) Unless you're into that.

[blastedass]

I'd get jealous.

[maybe there's one or two people he'd agree to that with...]

[skinstitch]

( there's a considering pause, like he's trying to decide whether to be honest. )

...Yeah. I would too.