[There’s laughter from the boxer as he’s tugged down to get comfortable with the redhead. He presses himself against Sylvain’s side, looking up at the simulated sky change to night.]
Of course you would think that. Can you stop thinking with your dick for just a second? [He pinches the man’s side.] If you can give me good reasons, I might agree.
[As he rests his head against the other, he slowly feels exhaustion settle into his bones. Wriothesley is reminded how warm he feels. Maybe he has been a little out longer than he should have. Still, he was comfortable like this.] They do a good job making the sky so convincing. It’s a tad disappointing I can’t quite get immersed.
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Of course you would think that. Can you stop thinking with your dick for just a second? [He pinches the man’s side.] If you can give me good reasons, I might agree.
[As he rests his head against the other, he slowly feels exhaustion settle into his bones. Wriothesley is reminded how warm he feels. Maybe he has been a little out longer than he should have. Still, he was comfortable like this.] They do a good job making the sky so convincing. It’s a tad disappointing I can’t quite get immersed.