[Well shit bitch I guess you can but idk what you expect out of it.]
oh do i now do i know all about your body sure say i know a lot how it feels under my hands how much of you i can touch and get inside is that what youre really after here bud you just want me to wax poetic about my fingers in your ribcage or to just feel up your little light ball soul is that what this is
hey speaking of whats your opinion on threesomes just wondering
[Kravitz thinks maybe he was annoyed at his boyfriend for something like two minutes ago, but he can't recall what that something was. 'Fingers in your ribcage' is looping in his head like a mantra.
He's halfway through a dizzy, poorly thought out reply. And then.]
i uh pardon no so obviously not pardon because its a text and i can reread it but also pardon?
[He's just cackling on his end. Oh, this is wonderful.]
with our mouths huh well with the whole storm outside guess you could come pick me up im just chillin in the living room alone if you get here quick enough i might not have time to put on a shirt
[He says, peeling out of his shirt as soon as he hits 'send'.]
[He pretends for a second he's not at Taako's actual beck and call and isn't going to immediately go for this bait, and then realizes only a fucking idiot would do that, opens a portal, and steps through.
Hello. Here he is. Very ruffled. Impeccably dressed, of course.]
[He says, shoving his shirt under the couch with his foot. Which of course lets him be perfectly lounged, legs spread, clothing now reduced to one (1) pair of loose fitting pants and some hidden underwear. You're welcome, Krav. He doesn't stay there long though, peeling himself from the couch and sliding up Kravitz' front to loop his hands around his neck.]
Guess you weren't either. So you wanna talk, or...?
[He says, as if his body language at all insinuates there would be much of a conversation.]
[Kravitz's hands knot and unknot themselves behind his back as Taako strides closer, eyes darting between his bare chest and the curve of his mouth. Hoo boy.]
Yes. Talk.
[...]
In a moment.
[And he finally puts his hands on Taako, gripping his hips and working his fingers underneath the waistband of those stupid pants as he presses a hurried kiss to his mouth. In a quick breath he continues:]
A few moments. But there will definitely be talking!
[Right now though, there's apparently only kissing. Well. Not only kissing.]
[He laughs, bright and high as Kravitz' hands fall on him, letting hands snake upwards from his neck into his hair, tangling his fingers there, fully intending on not moving any further away than this proximity until he's good and ready. Taako kisses him with fervor, only breaking to drag Kravitz' ear close to his mouth.]
You better portal us outta here if you wanna keep this goin', babe, or we're gonna get interrupted by the sister express and she's gonna ridicule your cock.
[And still, he continues to rock his hips, just letting himself be held in Kravitz' arms before he inevitably pulls them back to his place for exactly the way he wanted the afternoon to go.]
[There was a conversation they were meant to have, he thinks.
It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.
[Mm. Hmm. Conversation. Right. He's lazily stretched out in Kravitz' bed, limbs akimbo and head tucked near his boyfriend, sleepily blinking his eyes as he looks at him.]
Mm? Oh. Yeah, I mean. Magic, my man.
[Also he uses like, shampoo. Do you not wash your hair, Kravitz? No coconut oil? Really.]
How're you... I mean, your body is like, light or something, right? Is that how you keep your skin so nice?
[He lets a hand splay out over Kravitz' bare chest, intertwining a leg with his.]
[He decends into laughter as Kravitz makes a terrible go at his Taako impression, but of course his conversations are getting in the way. He keeps his hand on Kravitz' chest, pulls his nails in a bit to ghost across his pec. He considers for a minute if he can get away with just going for another round, pressing him close and grabbing southwards and stopping Kravitz from asking any questions if his mouth is otherwise occupied. But why is he so-- scared of this? Does he think Kravitz is gonna ask him to do something he doesn't want, and he'll start feeling trapped and ruin this great thing he has right in front of him?
No, he's-- he's only even asking because he wouldn't have. Hasn't. Because he's thought maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. He'll-- he'll see what he can get out of this. Maybe.]
Pshhh. Hot naked dude in your bed and you're worried about words.
[Hmmm now how to fuckin'. Say this.]
Was just wonderin' if you might wanna bring in some extra fun sometime. Lotsa good dudes around here. Couple of 'em probably down to clown.
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oh do i now
do i know all about your body
sure say i know a lot how it feels under my hands
how much of you i can touch and get inside
is that what youre really after here bud
you just want me to wax poetic about my fingers in your ribcage
or to just feel up your little light ball soul
is that what this is
hey speaking of
whats your opinion on threesomes
just wondering
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He's halfway through a dizzy, poorly thought out reply. And then.]
i uh
pardon
no so obviously not pardon because its a text and i can reread it
but also
pardon?
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you heard me
read me
whatever
seriously tho got this guy on the hook
pretty fuckin hot
havent seen the dick yet but he walks like its pretty thick
should i prescreen the dick?
anyway you in
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uhhh we should probably
I mean, if this is something you really want, we should perhaps talk about it not just with texts? But with our mouths?
thats not
You know what I'm saying.
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with our mouths huh
well with the whole storm outside
guess you could come pick me up
im just chillin in the living room
alone
if you get here quick enough i might not have time to put on a shirt
[He says, peeling out of his shirt as soon as he hits 'send'.]
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Hello. Here he is. Very ruffled. Impeccably dressed, of course.]
Ah. You weren't joking.
[He sounds the opposite of disappointed.]
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[He says, shoving his shirt under the couch with his foot. Which of course lets him be perfectly lounged, legs spread, clothing now reduced to one (1) pair of loose fitting pants and some hidden underwear. You're welcome, Krav. He doesn't stay there long though, peeling himself from the couch and sliding up Kravitz' front to loop his hands around his neck.]
Guess you weren't either. So you wanna talk, or...?
[He says, as if his body language at all insinuates there would be much of a conversation.]
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Yes. Talk.
[...]
In a moment.
[And he finally puts his hands on Taako, gripping his hips and working his fingers underneath the waistband of those stupid pants as he presses a hurried kiss to his mouth. In a quick breath he continues:]
A few moments. But there will definitely be talking!
[Right now though, there's apparently only kissing. Well. Not only kissing.]
yaa o7
You better portal us outta here if you wanna keep this goin', babe, or we're gonna get interrupted by the sister express and she's gonna ridicule your cock.
[And still, he continues to rock his hips, just letting himself be held in Kravitz' arms before he inevitably pulls them back to his place for exactly the way he wanted the afternoon to go.]
okKKKK HERE WE GO
It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.
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Mm? Oh. Yeah, I mean. Magic, my man.
[Also he uses like, shampoo. Do you not wash your hair, Kravitz? No coconut oil? Really.]
How're you... I mean, your body is like, light or something, right? Is that how you keep your skin so nice?
[He lets a hand splay out over Kravitz' bare chest, intertwining a leg with his.]
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Krav smiles, a little shy and pleased, as if he has anything to be shy about at this stage.]
I suppose so. [in a poor imitation of taako's voice:] Magic, my man.
[As his giggles subside, Kravitz's brain yells a great big 'OH SHIT HANG ON-']
Ahem. Uh. We were going to talk, I believe.
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No, he's-- he's only even asking because he wouldn't have. Hasn't. Because he's thought maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. He'll-- he'll see what he can get out of this. Maybe.]
Pshhh. Hot naked dude in your bed and you're worried about words.
[Hmmm now how to fuckin'. Say this.]
Was just wonderin' if you might wanna bring in some extra fun sometime. Lotsa good dudes around here. Couple of 'em probably down to clown.