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🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
As the weather warmed, the residents of Hype House seemed to be spending more and more time outdoors. The girls had propped themselves up on the loungers to get some sun, Kevin ran circles in sight on the beach and Rowan lifted weights in the gym as Oz draped himself dramatically over the bench to watch. Mickey trailed out from the kitchen, leaving behind a pot simmering on low to push through the screen door in order to join them. From between his legs, Sardine scampered into the last lick of daylight and he cursed lowly when he nearly tripped, gripping at the closest thing to steady himself.
It turned out to be Leon’s shoulder, and splayed fingers hung on for a moment too long, tracing up the side of the other man’s neck before he settled down beside him, thighs touching. Hazel eyes drifted over slyly, catching a glimpse of his profile while he soaked up a bit of the sun. In his grip, a blue white and red lolly dripped in the warmth of the sun. “Hey there,” Mick said, voice low as the girls’ laughter pealed from nearby, “Can I have some?”
He didn’t wait for a response, reaching to take the popsicle. Leon’s eyes followed him as Mickey put it in his mouth, and he watched as they widened as he pushed it further, sliding down his throat until only the wooden end of the stick was visible and the soft ice crushed and was swallowed. He withdrew it, grinning widely. “Whoops, I can get you another if you want.”
