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Meet new friends, by thefishboy

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Roy Roy Roy Roy Roy now my brain is full of Roy…

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He swallowed a lump in his throat the moment he felt his tongue press against the wound, trying to stifle whatever noise that tried to escape him as the other continued to play and tease, gritting his teeth at the second, notably gentler bite.

At this point it was hard to pay attention but he is trying, the gun against his skin was definitely keeping him grounded and his mind not too far from the current situation, but thinking of ways out was an impossibility-- he was too.. distracting.

A soft hiss was his only response to his words, of course he wasn't going to play his game; he's too stubborn, too prideful to go down without a fight, not willingly anyway.

"-- No."

And yet he's trying his best not to buck his hips up against his hand, unsuccessfully doing so and reduced to rolling his hips slowly. Wow he hates his body for betraying him now.

> He couldn’t help but snicker at the loud curse, letting his laughter vibrate against the archer’s skin. Pleased with his reaction, Jason rolled his hips down just as Roy arched his back, letting his tongue slide over the fresh injury. It bled — obviously, since he aimed more to hurt and mark than please, at least with this one — and he let it, moving to the side and biting again, trying to be more delicate this time around.

> Raising his head when the archer spoke up, Jason hummed thoughtfully, offering him a small shrug.

I told you already. Play the game.

> Nuzzling into his neck almost affectionately, he pressed a small kiss to the bigger mark, second hand drawing small circles on the other’s abdomen, fingertips just barely sliding underneath the hem of his pants to retreat a second later.

Give in.

Holding back is pretty pointless by now, anyway. You can control your mouth, but body is always more honest, y’know?

> Smirking slightly, he dragged the gun down again, letting it rest against the other side of the archer’s neck. The hand pressed against his abdomen moved again, down still, brushing against the material before unbuttoning his pants, fingers toying with the zipper.

Should we see?

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> NO. NOPE. N E V E R.

> 8( you got a thing for the commanding type too or-- note to self.

> SIGh how is he supposed to go home like this.

Look, why wont you just mosey back to your place and leave me alone?

> Y E P. and uh — i GUESS? you know i always lose track aksjdsklfjserger.

> I LOVE CHILI DOGS HOP OFF MY DICK.

Aaah, so commanding. ~ And yeah, I did think of it. In case you haven’t realized, I used it as well.

Nnnnnnyeah, why not? I’m bored.

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> NOPE. 8( wuh i still need to reply to that thread huh. surpriseblowjobs.

> WHAT IS WITH YOU AND THE DAMNED CHILI DOGS WHILE WITH HIM.

Shut up-- it was sarcasm if you didn't think of it.

Are you seriously gonna keep following me?

> Yyyeeeeesss. i’m juuuuuuust saying.

> Follow follow. Also steals a chilli dog on his way because he can, so gonna talk and stuff mouth.

Roses? Was that the first thing you thought about?

How romantic.

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> Nnnooo. -- shut up.

> EXASPERATED SIGH. Gonna keep walking. Ignore ignore. MAYBE HE'll get tired and walk away eventually.

Do I look like I care or were you really expecting a dozen of roses by your doorstep on your birthday?

> YYYEEEEsss. youseemedtobefinewithshovingthingsdownmythroatanyway.

> OOps gonna follow just to spite him.

Sooo, I was born on August 16th —

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> NNNOooo. heyimjustsaying--

It is, actually. So, bye.

> OOPS WAlking away now because he has to prove that it is ok.

> ACCEPT IIIIIIIIT. ifitwasreallyviolentsomeonewouldbeverymiserable. anywayshutup—

Not your decision, I’m afraid.

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> ALWAYS NO FOREVER. NOPe. woahtherenoneedtobeviolent. weknowaboutyouandhavingthingsshoveddownyourthroatbutimnotyou--

I'm not sure if I even want to know more.

> YUP YUP ALL THE YUPS. ACCEPT MY SONG, ROY. ACCEPT IT. ori’mgoingtoshoveitdownyourthroat.

— see, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.

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> NOPE NOPE NOPE ALL THE NOPES.

-- Never took you for a Jesse McCartney fan.

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/ surprise hug bro. ~ ;

> ASFkljwlawjdf. Awkwardly returns the hug.

-- Uh, is something going on?

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i win.

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Oops.

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no deal then. 8I