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Yohoo~

We’re back~

Good Morning~

Oh, so many things have happened since we spoke last.

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Happy birthday to me~

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The most flawless breakfast includes fast food cinnamon-roll-esque donut holes that are filled with cream cheese sauce or whatever is in these.

‘They’re too sweet for me. I can only handle a few.’

Thanks for getting the large.

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Did I ever tell you guys about the time that Virus stood up from the couch with the intent to get in the shower, sighed deeply as he stretched, announced ‘this is the last evening I will be 29′, fished a circular object out of his pocket with a power button symbol on it and handed it to me, and it turned out to be a glow-in-the-dark condom?

Good times.

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Weekend selfie spam ft xretrovirus (and also eemamminy)

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Is this Rib?

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Midnight patrols are no fun alone.

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Drop an "If I were dating you..." in my ask box anonymously

Yes please

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There was a lot less hunting to this whole game than he was led to believe. This was just a rooftop date... or... something... 

Trip regarded him, and his silly gestures, with a blank expression before lifting the bag over his head, giving it a single shake for emphasis.

"If you want us up there, give us a hand."

Hide & Seek

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They moved fluidly, one above and one below, Virus at his face, touching his oh-so-sensitive hair, and Trip's fingers digging in just above the dip of his hipbone, tugging at the fabric covering it with the intent to expose.

Each glance was met, each sneer reflected. They were in tandem, their steps perfectly matched as they dragged their prey back to the couch they'd claimed. Every moment of this night held more promise than the last, each brush of fabric and flesh teasing and tantalizing.

He was so hungry.

"We always pick up your pieces," Trip agreed, using his grip on Aoba to twist them around, pushing their captive into his partner, intending to topple them onto the cushions. "Fit them together just to break apart again, eh? That's how you like it, right?"

I Have What You Want || Closed

Oh, there. Legs were a thing again. No, wait, they were still just dragging along. He wasn’t even moving them at this point. It didn’t matter. He liked the sensation of floating. It reminded him of Rhyme. He loved Rhyme.

Didn’t he…?

What a weird thought!

Aoba laughed, his head lolling to each side in turn to press against his saviours’ shoulders. It was fine like this. They would take care of him. They’d never steered him wrong before. In fact, he was only here because they cared so much about him. He trusted them to take care of him. They would make this feel amazing.

"You two…" he slurred, giggling softly again before continuing. "I’ve missed you…"

Missed them? Had he? He just saw them a few days ago, didn’t he? Back at Mizuki’s place? Oh, right. Mizuki. He’d destroyed him, hadn’t he? That felt good. He hadn’t done that in so long. It was a shame, maybe, that it was Mizuki, but it whet his appetite for more.

He wanted more.

"…I’m wrecked…"

Right now.

"…I need to get more wrecked…"

Now.

"…I need to be destroyed…"

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The faint smell of warmth spilled out of the kitchen, leading Trip by his nose to where the glasses waited for him. The lights flicked on as needed, illuminating just how abandoned the apartment was. He nearly set down the brown bag on the counter, but paused instead, shifting his weight this way and that as he took in the scene.

Something baked, then removed... something sweet? It smelled... like something. He couldn't quite place it. He hadn't looked into the bag yet, but felt compelled to. Was that a clue as well...?

The bag was shifted to one arm, the glasses lightly stuffed with paper towel before they were hung on the bottles within, clinking softly against each other as he resumed his lazy prowl.

The slight chill from the window drew him and soon enough Trip was leaning out of it, staring up at where the knotted sheets disappeared. He hesitated, thinking for a moment before giving a sharp, attention-grabbing whistle, waiting to see if his partner would appear at the sound.

Hide & Seek

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How fitting.

Trip changed direction slightly, his COIL screen dismissed and his hands finding their way into his pockets. The liquor store was still open at this hour, wasn't it? He trusted Virus to know. They would hold the order and he would wordlessly collect it once he arrived.

Should he peek into the packaging or would that earn him a scolding?

It would be a few minutes until he arrived. Various notions of what this scavenger hunt might lead to ran in his mind, none seeming particularly interesting. Whatever Virus had in mind was going to be utterly fascinating or utterly disappointing, he was sure.

Hide & Seek

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[COIL MSG]: Hint?

The blond moved at a leisurely pace as he finished his rounds, humming softly to himself as he waited for Virus' response. It had been a long time since they'd played like this and he was more than eager to get started.

Patience was a virtue Trip did not often have. He would keep his cadence deliberate now, but unless he received another message shortly, it would surely begin to run out.

Hide & Seek

[ From x ]

[COIL MSG]: Let the game begin.

The final text he’d sent before slipping off to set the arena. Trip would give him time. If not out of good sportsmanship? Out of interest. The more opportunity he allowed for Virus to orchestrate an evening? The more rewarding the payout. Patience is a virtue with good reason. No doubt Trip would take the long way home.

He’d count on that.

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"Come join me tonight. I want your company."

"Of course... and where will I find you? How will I find you? Let's make it a game of hide and seek. Leave me some clues and I'll hunt you down."

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1: Neck Nibble

2: Nipple Nibble

3: Licking Whipped Cream Off Body

4: Sucking A Body Part

5: Kiss With Tongue

6: Inner-thigh Kiss

7: Scratches

8: Hair pulling

9: Jawline biting

10: Belly-button Kiss

11: Tongue teasing

12: Striptease

13: Groping body part

14: Suck Along the Hips

15: Shower Kiss

16: Spooning

17: Naked massage

18: Pearl Necklace

19: Hand job

20: Any of the Above

21: Oral Sex

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number (NSFW version)

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You say that like you didn't read my signs and charades like you hear my words anyway. We didn't have any trouble communicating this whole time~

I'll still wear the mask out anyway. Not 100%, but good enough to roam around a little. 

I can actually breathe again, let's do something tonight~

"Glad to hear you’re feeling better. Mmn. No. Glad to hear you in general. It’s funny. Even though you don’t waste words, things have been even quieter with your voice out of commission. At least now you can stop playing charades in attempt to get what you want.”

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GUYS SEND ME ANY KINK/FETISH AND I'LL RATE IT

Scale: 

fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now