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[Julian's arms feel a little weird in the aftermath, and he gingerly rubs his shoulder before doing the same to his wrist - crooked, post-nut smile still on his face.]
Thank you, Iggy.
[Said with a brow pop in the middle.]
So now what am I gonna do for you? You can't live off of IOUs, y'know.
Thank you, Iggy.
[Said with a brow pop in the middle.]
So now what am I gonna do for you? You can't live off of IOUs, y'know.
Don't I know it. I thought about face fucking you while you were tied down, but... I'm a nice guy.
[He crooks a finger at him.] Kiss me. Let's see how fast you get hard again.
[He crooks a finger at him.] Kiss me. Let's see how fast you get hard again.
[Julian snorts, but he's not one to say no to this at all - moving forward with a burst of energy, looking to knock Iggy down onto his back with a playful but forceful throw of his body at him. He kisses him with the vigor of a man who is determined to get hard ASAP; and one whose hands run over shiny patent leather of his thong with an enamored touch.]
[Iggy is more than happy with this turn of events. It's fun to be in control, but part of Julian's appeal is the rough edges. He kisses back and lifts his hips to grind his hardening dick against Julian's hand.]
Careful, this thing doesn't feel like it's got a lotta give.
[Said with a laugh against Iggy's lips, as he feels him through that kinky little thong. His fingers eventually slide up Iggy's hip, to try and start peeling it down blindly. Let him rescue you, Ignatius.]
[Said with a laugh against Iggy's lips, as he feels him through that kinky little thong. His fingers eventually slide up Iggy's hip, to try and start peeling it down blindly. Let him rescue you, Ignatius.]
People say shit they don't mean when they're mad, Jules.
[ as much as felix doesn't like to start fights, he's guilty of spewing some real cutting shit when the right buttons are pushed in precisely the right order, especially when he's been drinking. he's not proud, he never is in hindsight, but he doesn't fault dom for lashing out. he doesn't blame julian, either. both are in the wrong, but both are valid in their feelings, too.
felix continues to follow, watching the back of his friend's form just up ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek, furrows his brow a little, idly taps his thumb against the neck of the bottle in his hand. ]
It could have been the sigil talking. [ dom did mention he thought his was making things kind of strange, and felix's has been. well, something's been happening that he can't really explain. ] Has yours, uh - have you noticed anything different?
[ as much as felix doesn't like to start fights, he's guilty of spewing some real cutting shit when the right buttons are pushed in precisely the right order, especially when he's been drinking. he's not proud, he never is in hindsight, but he doesn't fault dom for lashing out. he doesn't blame julian, either. both are in the wrong, but both are valid in their feelings, too.
felix continues to follow, watching the back of his friend's form just up ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek, furrows his brow a little, idly taps his thumb against the neck of the bottle in his hand. ]
It could have been the sigil talking. [ dom did mention he thought his was making things kind of strange, and felix's has been. well, something's been happening that he can't really explain. ] Has yours, uh - have you noticed anything different?
It doesn't.
[Squirming, worming, until the pesky thing is slipping down his thighs. His dick is wet and hard.]
Touch me.
[Squirming, worming, until the pesky thing is slipping down his thighs. His dick is wet and hard.]
Touch me.
[ Something's happening in the silence, Dom staring off and shifting like he's overcompensating, trying to hide something. An emotion, perhaps, or a whole cocktail of them. It's been a fucked up time. This has been such a fucked up place. It's going right back to that when this necklace comes alive, but for now — Dom feels the relief that things might be okay for a while and isn't sure what to do with that. Let alone when it's thanks to Julian. ]
… Yeah, [ He clears his throat. ] We're good. Thanks, Jules. It... it means a lot.
… Yeah, [ He clears his throat. ] We're good. Thanks, Jules. It... it means a lot.
I gotta shower first, been working all day
where do you wanna hook up
where do you wanna hook up
u want it that dirty?
nobody is hanging out by the west garden
I’ll give you a tour of the tool shed
nobody is hanging out by the west garden
I’ll give you a tour of the tool shed
yeah.
ok great. i'll be there in 15. don't get dirt on my clothes.
ok great. i'll be there in 15. don't get dirt on my clothes.
shut up and do what you're told
[He's there in fifteen, looking around to make sure there are no observers before relaxing. He takes out a cigarette and lights it, trying to ignore that he's half hard in his pants.]
[He's there in fifteen, looking around to make sure there are no observers before relaxing. He takes out a cigarette and lights it, trying to ignore that he's half hard in his pants.]
[Julian had to still put away the hose from watering, and comes from around the backside of the shed a moment or two later. He’s got dirt caked to his white t-shirt and jeans, but he at least rinsed off his hands and forearms- no shower is one thing but Iggy did say keep his clothes clean. ]
So, you got anywhere to be? Wanna know if we’re skipping right to it.
So, you got anywhere to be? Wanna know if we’re skipping right to it.
No. Not unless I get a text - I'm trying to get this old man interested in my ass.
[He glances around before he moves closer, lifting a hand to run through Julian's hair. He leans in and inhales the smell of sweat and dirt and skin.]
We can take our time.
[He glances around before he moves closer, lifting a hand to run through Julian's hair. He leans in and inhales the smell of sweat and dirt and skin.]
We can take our time.
... Cool.
[Julian lets that sit between them, moving a little closer to Dom. He claps his hand against his back, and at first that's all that is. But then it becomes a sling around his shoulder, pulling him in. Closest thing to an upfront hug you'll get out of Julian when he's sober.]
I'm glad. You - you mean a lot to me, bro.
[Julian lets that sit between them, moving a little closer to Dom. He claps his hand against his back, and at first that's all that is. But then it becomes a sling around his shoulder, pulling him in. Closest thing to an upfront hug you'll get out of Julian when he's sober.]
I'm glad. You - you mean a lot to me, bro.
Why? He better have a lot of money in his pocket, 'cause geriatric dick doesn't have much game.
[He says, hand already up on the side of Iggy's neck; the way his fingers splay is almost a little bit possessive. He tilts his head to him, leaning in to lick at his lips and kiss him - messy and upfront about it, before he's moving down Iggy's sweet-scented throat while both hands drop to Iggy's hips to push him back up against the shed.]
[He says, hand already up on the side of Iggy's neck; the way his fingers splay is almost a little bit possessive. He tilts his head to him, leaning in to lick at his lips and kiss him - messy and upfront about it, before he's moving down Iggy's sweet-scented throat while both hands drop to Iggy's hips to push him back up against the shed.]
[ The clap on his back is one thing, and then the next one has him staring, dark eyes caught with a blank uncertainty that eventually becomes a question: do I deserve to mean anything?
Jules could be saying that just to win him over. This whole thing might as well have been a play to rope Dom back into the group so they have their third witch to try again, or try something new. Just like Theo could be an impostor trying to steal Dom away from his loved ones, wearing his boyfriend's face as the lure. Everything and everyone could be awful — and Dom does give into that mentality too often — but now he walks the path where something good gets to feel real. In no small part because he hears it in Jules' heart.
Dom shifts, uses both arms to close the link that Jules wouldn't. A hug that lasts a few wordless seconds before he pulls away with a deep breath, hand on his shoulder. ]
You too.
Jules could be saying that just to win him over. This whole thing might as well have been a play to rope Dom back into the group so they have their third witch to try again, or try something new. Just like Theo could be an impostor trying to steal Dom away from his loved ones, wearing his boyfriend's face as the lure. Everything and everyone could be awful — and Dom does give into that mentality too often — but now he walks the path where something good gets to feel real. In no small part because he hears it in Jules' heart.
Dom shifts, uses both arms to close the link that Jules wouldn't. A hug that lasts a few wordless seconds before he pulls away with a deep breath, hand on his shoulder. ]
You too.
[In those few seconds, Jules gets to feel something there too - it'd be evident that he liked it even though he doesn't make an effort to keep Dom close. But it was appreciated, even if he doesn't quite know what to do next. He wants to be a good leader, a good friend. All of his choices lately have been messing that up - he can't protect people by isolating them, he can't protect them with his actions alone. He has to trust them too. And now he's trusting Dom.
But it's scary and hard, so:]
Wanna go have a couple beers?
But it's scary and hard, so:]
Wanna go have a couple beers?
Mm. I need to know what he knows, that's all. It's not personal, sweetie.
[He won't admit it, but his knees go weak the second that Julian touches him. Ignatius kisses back, whining when he's pushed against the shed.]
...inside.
[He won't admit it, but his knees go weak the second that Julian touches him. Ignatius kisses back, whining when he's pushed against the shed.]
...inside.
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