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"I don't know what that is either, but I'll try it," Ira said with a satisfied little smile as Keaton pulled him in for a kiss. "Mmhmm? That sounds like a perfect plan."

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druggedupira:

“Baby,” Ira said, stopping in the hallway and putting his hands on his hips. “I have an hour or two before Luther even gets back from his drinking sesh, and it doesn’t matter what stuff he has, got it? Because I want what you have. Because I…well, I love you, and not him.”

He smiled at that, holding Ira’s face before smacking a big kiss on his lips, “I love you too. I just got you some flowers and a matcha latte? Not sure what that is but the barista thought you’d like it. Got you some donut holes too. Just thought we could maybe cook dinner together tonight and cuddle on the couch before bed.”

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keatonoleary:

“Yeah it doesn’t matter now, you have to leave or whatever.” Keaton shrugged as he dragged his feet. “It’s nothing. I’m sure Luther has way better stuff. I’ll  just toss it, you can’t take it with you.”

“Baby,” Ira said, stopping in the hallway and putting his hands on his hips. “I have an hour or two before Luther even gets back from his drinking sesh, and it doesn't matter what stuff he has, got it? Because I want what you have. Because I...well, I love you, and not him.”

oops || ira&&keaton

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keatonoleary:

Keaton ran his fingers through Ira’s hair, sighing in resignation “fine, alright. But please come home, I hate being alone in this place. and the pillow smells like you now, I can’t handle that without you to accompany it.”

“Okay,” Ira agreed easily, pressing a light kiss to Keaton’s inner thigh before standing and extending his arm to lead him back to the bedroom. “From what I saw earlier, you brought me presents?”

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keatonoleary:

Keaton turned to Ira, looking down at that stupid face of his. So damn cute with those red curls. God he hated how much he liked this asshole. “You’re not spending the night then? You promise you’re coming back tonight?”

“I’ll be right back in bed with you tonight,” Ira promised, praying silently that it was one he could keep. “Luther always comes home pretty sloshed anyway, it won't take long to talk to him.”

oops || ira&&keaton

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keatonoleary:

“I’m not guilt tripping you. No matter what I say you’re still leaving.” he looked away from Ira, “it doesn’t matter, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s done, you’re his. I have important work to focus on, I shouldn’t have wasted time shopping and shit anyway.”

“I’m coming straight back, Keaton,” Ira said, brow furrowing as Keaton looked away from him. “I’m not going to even unpack, I’m not going to spend the night.” He paused momentarily, settling himself down on his knees between Keaton’s legs, resting his head against his inner thigh. If this didn’t get his attention, Ira wasn’t sure what would. “Thank you for shopping and thinking of me, babe. It won’t go to waste. Besides, I don't even have to go up to his suite for an hour or so, okay?”

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keatonoleary:

“You know damn well that’s what I want Ira, but I’m not so sure that’s what you want.” he shrugged, “it doesn’t matter now, not like I have any say in the matter.” he plopped down on the couch, “I thought I’d never had to spend another night without you.” 

“I am telling you right now that it’s what I want,” Ira said, settling himself on the doctor’s lap and draping his arms around his neck. “Stop trying to guilt trip me, I’m just trying to do what’s best for us right now, okay?”

oops || ira&&keaton

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keatonoleary:

“You’re literally leaving me Ira.” he gestured to Ira’s things, “I held up my end of the bargain, I did everything that you asked me to do and the one thing you had to do, you couldn’t manage? Now I’m supposed to somehow believe that you’ll get him magically drunk and you’ll come back to me tomorrow?” he scoffed, “I’m not holding my breath. But you should probably go, your master is waiting. Don’t let me make you late.”

“I am coming back,” Ira repeated, getting slightly annoyed. “He told me to bring my stuff, he’d think it was weird if I didn’t. I thought I had gotten myself unclaimed, I swear I did, but I’m going to make it right so that we can be together, isn't that what you want?”

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keatonoleary:

“That’s not Luther, you know he wouldn’t do that! If you just told him the truth, this wouldn’t be happening Ira!” he pulled away and shook his head, “just leave, I don’t know why I even bother thinking you actually wanted to be with me.” he chuckled and walked back out of the room and onto then, “leave the flowers. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to find out.” 

“He would have! He has a temper, he doesn't like feeling like his authority is being challenged, especially in front of other people-- hey, where are you going?” Ira said, running out into the hall and grabbing his wrist. “Keaton. This trust thing has to go both ways, yeah? I’m not leaving you. I want to be with you. I just have to sort this thing with Luther out.”

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keatonoleary:

Keaton didn’t bother answering the question, because all his mind could focus on was Ira leaving. “I thought you talked to him? I thought you left him? I don’t understand.” He felt his heart beginning to crush onto itself, “why do you have to go there tonight? Can’t you just tell him that?”

“I thought I did too!” Ira said, gently taking the items from Keaton’s hands and setting them down on top of the dresser so that he could lace their fingers together. “We were in public, he’s...he’s got a lot more power than me, I can’t be seen saying no to anything he says, not in public, he’d have to make an example out of me, and I don’t want that, and you don’t want that, so I figure i I can get him drunk tonight I can break the news like that, when he’s a little more...you know, susceptible to...suggestions, that I can talk to him about officially unclaiming me.”

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keatonoleary:

Keaton had picked out fresh flowers and a matcha latte. He had never tried it before but the barista promised it was the new thing, and he knew Ira would love it, “hey!” he said excitedly as he spotted Ira, but then he noted the packed bag and his face fell, “what’s going on?” 

“Hey!” Ira said, turning around with a smile. He crossed the room and pecked him lightly, taking a look at the things in his hands. “Are those for me?” He paused, looking over his shoulder at the bag sitting on their bed and shaking his head. “It’s-- there’s been a miscommunication with Luther. He still has me claimed, I guess, but...I was going to go up there tonight and try to explain it to him so he’d drop his claim and you’d be able to claim me.”

oops || ira&&keaton

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oops || ira&&keaton

Ira was quietly repacking all of his clothes (not that there were many) into the gym bag that Luther had given him to take his belongings down, clearing out the half drawer he had taken up in Keaton’s dresser. He was just in the middle of writing out a post-it to stick onto the pillow when he heard the door open, promptly crumpling the paper and shoving it into his back pocket before Keaton could see.

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“Will I?” He asked breathily, head tipping back against the couch cushion as Keaton settled himself between his spread legs. “Love you too,” he responded, almost inaudibly.

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druggedupira:

“Mm,” Ira said softly, squirming out of his pants and gently nuzzling against him. “What if I don’t wanna scream, hm?”

“Oh you will.” He said as he moved down to Ira’s crotch, mouthing the other’s dick through the fabric of his underwear. “I fucking love you so much.”

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"Oh--" Ira said. Keaton was going to get quite the surprise when he tried to claim him at the office. "Well, you did tell me to pack my things and get out, I had just...sort of assumed, I guess."

druggedupira:

“No,” he said with a head shake. “I just…I guess I didn’t expect you to reclaim me so quickly.”

“I never unclaimed you. Not for real. Like, you never said you wanted me to. Just packed your shit and left, like you’re the one to be angry.”

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"Mm," Ira said softly, squirming out of his pants and gently nuzzling against him. "What if I don't wanna scream, hm?"

something dumb to do || ira&&keaton

druggedupira:

“Oh, is it the right thing to do?” Ira said with a raised brow, allowing the other man to undo his pants with no complaint. “Mmhmm. For a week straight, you bent me over every surface in this apartment, and complained when I tried to put pants on.”

Keaton groaned as he felt a stir in his pants, “god, how the fuck are you so hot?” He tugged at the pants to push them lower, “you drive me crazy.” He sat up to remove his own shirt and tossed it on the floor, lowering himself down further on Ira’s body. “I want everyone to know you’re mine again. I want them to hear you scream my name.”

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"Oh, is it the right thing to do?" Ira said with a raised brow, allowing the other man to undo his pants with no complaint. "Mmhmm. For a week straight, you bent me over every surface in this apartment, and complained when I tried to put pants on."

something dumb to do || ira&&keaton

druggedupira:

“You are making absurd, very rude generalizations, if you ask me,” Ira said with a faux-huff, rolling his eyes. “You do know that no matter what dreams you might have had, I actually cannot get pregnant, right? Unless up in the lab you guys have made some serious body modifications on me that I didn’t know about.”

“I don’t know Ira, we should still try. It’s the right thing to do.” he said as he undid Ira’s pants, “don’t you remember when I first rented you? How we fucked on every inch of this place? I missed that.”

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"No," he said with a head shake. "I just...I guess I didn't expect you to reclaim me so quickly."

druggedupira:

“Oh–” he said, startled now. “Oh, um…okay.” What was he going to tell Keaton? “Tonight?”

Luther looks at Ira a little puzzled. “You got other plans?”

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"Oh--" he said, startled now. "Oh, um...okay." What was he going to tell Keaton? "Tonight?"

druggedupira:

“Of course,” Ira said, blinking in momentary confusion. Had he…just been reclaimed, or…?

Luther sighs. “Pack your stuff and come back up when you’re done. I’ll open a bottle of something for us to drink.”