benjaminfleischman
“Seeing as I am a mere mortal, and not a sex god like yourself, I am afraid I am not capable of such fears. And if you think about touching my hair dye, I will personally knaw off your fingers like a tabbies infested squirrel.”
Emery snorted when Ben called him a sex good, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. “Please, look at yourself--” he scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “hmm...I did bring a bottle of nair,” Em reached up to scratch at his beard in thought before smirking over at Benjamin. “Knaw off my fingers.... okay, Dahmer,” he teased.
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