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Inside?
[Echoed, not annoyed but - not pleased, either. The longer he takes to get to Iggy under these layers (which he's starting to work on now, fingers on the zipper of his pants,) the longer he has to wait with a tent in his jeans. But he knows Iggy gets what Iggy wants, so... he hoists him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and shoves the shed door inward to take them inside.]
[Echoed, not annoyed but - not pleased, either. The longer he takes to get to Iggy under these layers (which he's starting to work on now, fingers on the zipper of his pants,) the longer he has to wait with a tent in his jeans. But he knows Iggy gets what Iggy wants, so... he hoists him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and shoves the shed door inward to take them inside.]
Like you even need to ask.
[He's grinning, hand up and around Iggy's cock the second it's free from its shiny prison. He pumps him, thumb toying against the head for a moment as he attacks Iggy's throat again with nips, kisses and a few hickeys.]
You look good in stuff like that. Even better naked, though.
[He's grinning, hand up and around Iggy's cock the second it's free from its shiny prison. He pumps him, thumb toying against the head for a moment as he attacks Iggy's throat again with nips, kisses and a few hickeys.]
You look good in stuff like that. Even better naked, though.
[Iggy should protest - his suit! - but he's too busy being absolutely smitten by this display of strength. So he lets Julian carry him into the shed where it's cool and dark and private.
It wouldn't do for some nosy aristocrat to see him blowing the help.
Once he's set down he's all over Julian, kissing his mouth and groping his chest and thighs and ass. He shrugs out of his jacket somehow while still kissing.]
It wouldn't do for some nosy aristocrat to see him blowing the help.
Once he's set down he's all over Julian, kissing his mouth and groping his chest and thighs and ass. He shrugs out of his jacket somehow while still kissing.]
[ Something breaks, but it's good — Dom's smile reaches his eyes, looking off at the lake and where he remembers the ring hitting the water. His hand slips away to adjust the stupid necklace again, once more grateful that it wasn't one of the silver ones, though he'll be even more grateful once he gets rid of the fucking thing. ]
Yeah, man. Sounds good to me.
Yeah, man. Sounds good to me.
I know.
[Not even compelled by ego - he just knows he's hot. Iggy squirms a little more, getting a handful of Julian's hair and tugging it lightly.]
Oh. Yeah, that's good. Stroke me like you do yourself.
[Not even compelled by ego - he just knows he's hot. Iggy squirms a little more, getting a handful of Julian's hair and tugging it lightly.]
Oh. Yeah, that's good. Stroke me like you do yourself.
[It's a welcome barrage of tongue and lips, and Julian pushes back into it - hands in Iggy's hair, hands helping him get that jacket off and hands unfastening his own jeans before moving on to Iggy's pants, too. It's effortless and smooth, yet with a hint of passioned over-eagerness on his part.]
[Gasping, Ignatius pulls his face away, hands gripping Julian's ass like he's afraid he's going to bolt if he lets go.
He said that they can take their time, but...]
Oh my god I've been thinking about you fucking me all day.
He said that they can take their time, but...]
Oh my god I've been thinking about you fucking me all day.
is this a threat before i even get a chance to say "hi" back?
who the fuck is your best friend
do you start any conversations normally
with context? any context?
do you start any conversations normally
with context? any context?
ive got shit to do
threaten me already
ask whatever you wanna ask
threaten me already
ask whatever you wanna ask
if this is some set up to talk shit about me... you better watch it
[sry this boy is paranoid]
what does it matter
[sry this boy is paranoid]
what does it matter
matters to you
doesn't matter to me
you don't need to know shit about me
and if you did, i still wouldn't trust you with it
mind your own business
doesn't matter to me
you don't need to know shit about me
and if you did, i still wouldn't trust you with it
mind your own business
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