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Debating whether cleaning this place up is actually worth it.

Yeah, probably. Got too much shit in here I’d have to move if I decided to find someplace else.

Still might find someplace else. There’s not enough water around here.

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Fuck this place is covered in dust. Might just get a hotel room and call a cleaning service. Too damn sore for this shit right now.

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Fucking hell. Let’s never do that again.

Never thought I’d say this but jesus I’m glad to be home.

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==> Dirk: Come Home

You'd only been gone a week or so, hardly your longest outing, but it still seemed like quite a while since you'd set foot in your apartment. You weren't quite sure why, though perhaps it had something to do with the slim box weighing down your jacket pocket. You'd made a promise, after all, that you'd do a certain thing when you got home. Well, now you were home. And now it felt like a horde of butterflies had taken up residence in your stomach.

Taking a deep breath you paused in the living room, looking down the hallway. You knew how you wanted to do this, but actually managing it was another question entirely. Would he expect it first thing, or would he let you work up to it? You did have a small plan, involving the garden you'd made him, dinner, lanterns...okay, so you were a romantic, but that wasn't a bad thing, was it? He'd like it. That's what counted. Even if he already knew what was coming, you could still make it special. That's all that mattered.

Thoughts solidifying you nodded to yourself, took another breath, and headed for his room to knock. "Hey. Y'busy in there?"

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TT: Oh do I really now?TT: Looks like your'e a bit late to the party,SeiryuTT: Was seriously tempted to do it lastime.TT: would have too if you' dbenn a little more comfortable intheTT: water.

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He'd been dozing off idly, one arm around the man beside him, eyes half-closed in comfortable stillness when a gentle touch made them open again. Glancing down he said nothing at first, simply watching the dusky fingers tracing over one of the myriad scars on his chest. It was - or had been - a rather serious gash caused by the bastard child of a bowie knife and a machete, now healed over into a paler streak across pale skin. The muscle beneath twitched slightly at the attention as he pulled his lover closer in a gentle squeeze, letting his head rest against the elder man's. "Somethin' on yer mind, Seiryuu?"

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Tie me, bite me, that's nice, bj, vibrator

Tie me, Bite me: Name a kink.Bob.Or Suzanne, that's a nice name. [He kinda likes bondage]

That's Nice: Name something you want to try in bed and will.Proper shibari, maybe? It's hard to find someone who can get it right.

BJ: Swallow or spit? What do you prefer?Swallowing's just easier.

Vibrator: Use any toys? Have a favorite?Not on myself, usually, so no.

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[All texts!]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

TO: SeiryuuIt's late, the stars are endless, the ocean is peaceful, and you should be here.Care to join me?

Send ✘ for an unsent text

TO: SeiryuuHaven't heard from you in a while. Is something going on? You seem a little more distant than usua

Send ☠ for a threatening message

TO: SeiryuuPull what you did last night again and I really will tie you down.[No one said it had to be a threat of ill intentions ;D]

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

TO: SeiryuuAishiteru yo, ore no Seiryuu

Send ♣ for a drunk message

TO: Seiryuu...I been staring at this screen for like five minutes now and i dont reember what i was going to say.OopsHow's your night?