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[blastedass]

@Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

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[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.

[blastedass]

[a brief silence before he exhales. no attempt to hide some amused relief.]

Heh. Glad to hear it.

[skinstitch]

Yeah, well, that's our little secret. You tell anyone and I'll burn your little suite down.

[blastedass]

Duh. I don't want anyone else knowing my feelings.

[skinstitch]

Embarrassed of them? Or just me?

1/2

[blastedass]

Like hell I'm embarrassed! It's none of their damn business!

[blastedass]

[ ... ]

And I'm proud of you.

[skinstitch]

( a soft scoffing sound, then a beat of silence. )

Funny. Never heard that before.

[blastedass]

[sheets scuff as he rolls onto his side, tucking one arm under his head.]

Now you have.