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ᴛʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ ([personal profile] crashout) wrote2019-10-17 08:33 am
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[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-17 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dick's laughing too hard to object to the bite (would he.), to be honest-- it's the silent kind, with just his shoulders shaking, but still. he laughing. ]

You are so full of it. [ it could stand to sound less fond, and he reaches back a bit to put his hand on junpei's thigh this time, massaging a bit ] You know that, right?
unpredicktable: (time is on our side)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-17 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's not pushing back or anything, just continuing his kneading, humming in thought. he kind of has to make the joke, is the thing: ]

Yeah? That's new. [ it's teasing, because junpei's problem was never knowing what he wanted so much as saying it, but does dick care? no. ]
unpredicktable: (si seulement j'étais prêt)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-17 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well it's a good way to stop dick's rebuttal (he he. butt), considering the mix of the two has him throw his head back a bit with a quiet moan, his grip on junpei's thigh turning a little bruising. ]

Mm-- like I don't already know.

[ did i say stop. i meant delay. ]
unpredicktable: (you're really after)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-18 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ first of all: he should stop encouraging dick. this is terrible. also, every time junpei touches the wings dick's mood gets more Capital Letteresque. is the thing. and his mood is pliant and fond and that's the excuse he'll use for the upcoming sap: ]

I pay special attention to people I like. [ this angle is too awkward for dick to do much more than the petting he's doing on junpei's leg without contortions, and normally he'd be fine with that but with the stupid wings he's not sure how it would end up, so. he runs his hand up a little higher ]
Edited 2019-11-18 01:38 (UTC)
unpredicktable: (il y a je crois)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-18 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'don't say things like that junpei takes them seriously' he's serious you dumb bitch

which is to say, the nuzzling is nice, and dick maybe sneaks in a little kiss to the top of junpei's head at some point during it when he was near enough to his face to make it possible. sh. no one can tell. there are no dokis here. also like his toes are curling a little because this is SUCH a conversation to have while he's being stretched open, wow, timing, boys. ]


Just being honest. [ he has no shame about it? it's fine. ] And I could maybe stand to say it more too. [ maybe ]
unpredicktable: (ce que tu penses au fond)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-18 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ are they. dick hums at the first part, rolling his hips back against junpei's fingers a little by now ]

Been enjoying myself this whole time, thanks. [ it's cheeky, though he tilts his head back a bit ] Need to move a bit, though.

[ they're kind of. in a weird position. ]
unpredicktable: (c'mon we're leaving everything behind)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-18 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dick cannot resist: ]

And not the good kind of harder, either. [ be less annoying in bed, dick. at the very least. he shrugs, though ] All fours will be fine. Promise I won't push you off the bed this time.
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[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-18 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "less annoying". fake news. dick goes along with the push, trying to settle himself while still-- well. it's hard to concentrate on a position when junpei's fingers are inside him, and it's harder when he goes faster. ha ha. harder. anyway he ends up kneeling while leaning on his elbows as he pushes back against junpei, huffing ]

Less, huh? Maybe I should be pushing you off.

[ this is entirely believable, considering he's panting a bit ]
unpredicktable: (ce que tu penses au fond)

[personal profile] unpredicktable 2019-11-21 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ dick laughs, low, though he's gripping the blankets in his fists ]

... Yeah, maybe. What gave it away?

[ he's being good and staying still-- well, except for the slight quiver of his wings. ain't nothing to do about that one. ]