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[torquethrust]

mothra | navedra:

[private message] I need your help. Your big arms and strong back, more like it. [private message] I need help moving a piece of heavy equipment.

[private message] you really need me to help you with that, nav? [private message] you’re as big as I am! maybe bigger!

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[torquethrust]

mothra | navedra // [ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse + [ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down

Ever since he met Navedra all those months ago, Jon knew they were both kindred spirits in some way. He just couldn’t place it.

Not until they shared a heated kiss after a tense mission. Then it all made sense.

“Fuck, we need to get this off—” grunts Jon, searching for an entry point on Navedra’s clothes to remove from. Unfortunately for Navedra’s shirt, Jon was unsuccessful, prompting a loud, stretched riiiip noise, followed by the tattered remains of the other man’s top falling to the ground.

Then he takes Navedra’s arms and pins them above his head, their faces close enough to touch. “I want you, Navedra. And I know you want me too. Let’s stop wasting time and do something about it.”

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