how many more weird sex posts are you gonna reblog before you realize I'm here?
look up, stupid
tf y r u watching me jack off to ill-advised dadcon posts perv
"you're still fucking blogging?!" he asks, back flat against the ceiling as he watches Zeph respond to his ask instead of to his face. "I'm literally right here!"
he's right here, and if Zeph can pull his eyeballs away from freaky daddy kink shit on tumblr for a few seconds, maybe he'll notice a certain... something
something Ell is gonna keep to himself if Zeph can't manage to pay him any attention
siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. ok he'll look up
"whaaaat? these people are wordsmiths!" he says about random people poorly writing dadcon posts on tumblr
"they're gross and so are you," he huffs, crossing his arms, and making sure to keep a tight grip on his phone so it doesn’t fall down and hit Zeph in the face and knock him unconscious
he'd probably moan. before falling unconscious
gross as those posts are, though, having watched Zeph mess around with himself while reading them has gotten Ell in a particular sort of... mood
"can't think of anything better to do? really?"
"you're such a kinkshamer," Zeph grumbles, right before noticing Ell's... state. he grins. "but hey... maybe I should look up some brocon posts, if the daddy stuff ain't your thing"
"maybe you should put your phone down and touch grass," Ell says. "...or something"
yeah, or something. like him
he drifts down slowly, straightening up as he descends from the ceiling, and settles himself with both knees on either side of Zeph's body
