#3starhouka

[honnouji-satsuki]

"I am NOT jealous. Tch."

Satsuki looked up from her book, casting a glance over at Inumuta. They had been coexisting happily, or so she’d thought, in silence.

"…what brings this up then, hm?"

[honnouji-satsuki]

What sort of quest is this turning into...?

[bitchytailor]

3star-houka replied to your post:Shibari~?

Correction: shall we?

…ahem.

[bitchytailor]

3star-houka replied to your post:3star-houka replied to your post:. [text]: Please...

[text]: Was it Tsumugu? It was Tsumugu. He did the same to me. Mn. Not surprised.

[text]: he certainly wasn't as cold as he was before.

[text]: ...does this mean we're friends now?

[text]: anyway, these were for you.

[text]: 2 attachments sent

[bitchytailor]

3star-houka replied to your post:.

[text]: Please just start contacting me on skype. I clearly can’t trust you to text responsibly.

[text]: i would be way more embarrassed if we weren't just recently in a nudist colony

[text]: nvm i think i just got propositioned

[text]: nudists

[bitchytailor]

Ѡ *oops my hand slipped*

Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

There it was. His perfect muse. The body that he squandered. The body that he wasted to absolute perfection.

And what a photo. A perfect slice of heaven, framed from navel to thigh, the cleft of his cock visible at the unzipped fly. The cotton of his briefs stood absolutely no chance.

He fumbled the phone in a panic as he remembered the timer, trying to screenshot it as quickly as he could manage. The image was gone in an instant and he cursed under his breath, sure that he’d missed his chance.

He opened the messaging app in an instant, shooting off a quick response as fast as he could type.

[text]: Take those clothes off before you stain them. I want reassurance you've done no damage.

[honnouji-satsuki]

Ѡ

Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

W… was that…!!

Though her hand swiftly covered her mouth, it did nothing for the redness that spread swiftly across her face. It wasn’t that the flash of cock surprised her, but moreso that it was Inumuta’s cock that had just arrived, unbidden, on her phone.

She had to scold herself. Had to swallow it back and clear her throat. Had to respond quickly.

I think there’s been a mistake.

It’s just the human body, she reminded herself, trying to calm her thumping heart. It is the same body we all have. There’s nothing special about this one.

She would remind herself until it was either true or irrefutable.

She wasn’t sure which would come first.

[honnouji-satsuki]

❤ 3star-houka

Anonymously send me “❤” + a url and I’ll kiss whomever it is.

It wasn’t uncommon for there to be a lone spot of light in the room, even at this late hour of night. Especially at this late hour of night.

Satsuki’s heels clicked on the tile as she approached him, surprised at how sluggishly the things on his screen were moving.

She nearly spoke as she arrived beside him, lips open but sound falling short. There, curled on the couch as usual, was Houka Inumuta. Unusually, his eyes were closed, the movement on his screen due to a combination of automated processes, IRC windows and obnoxious banner ads.

Where no one would see, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. He worked hard, even when there was no work to be done. It was nice to see him unable to support his habits. It was nice to be reminded that he was still human, no matter how he would recoil at the insinuation.

Her hair spilled over her shoulder in a cascade of midnight blue as she leaned over. Slender fingers pressed against the back of his laptop’s screen, clicking it shut and bathing them in darkness. Her lips pressed so softly to his brow that one could miss it even when awake.

He could sleep here tonight.