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Closed Verse
Jack ruffled his hand through the colours, enjoying the way the light played off them. “I like it a lot,” he stated with a firm nod of approval, leaning back comfortably in the desk chair. “Suits you well.”
Les gently tugged Jacks hair. “What are you playing with now?”
Closed Verse
Les tossed the dye stained towel to the hamper and sat next to his mate at the desk. The view in front of the desk was lit up brighter than Vegas. Neon highlighted the streets that cars lined in blurs halted only by massive crowds of pedestrians; like ants imbued with a glow worms enthusiasm. “….Japan’s a playground…” he spoke softly, the animals rustling about the flat. “It’s ours…” Les looked back at Jack; they’d been there less than a month and things had already begun to change in their lives.
Jack grinned over his shoulder, downing another swig of his beer and punching in a few lines of code–nothing important, just a fun side project. “Feels like home, but…better. So much better.” He snickered lightly. “Didn’t get to play as much back in LA. I like playin’.”
“You also didn’t have any pets.” he leaned over him and took a sip from the other’s beer. “Color... What do you think?” He motioned to the strategic chaos in his hair of pinks, blues and platinums.
Closed Verse
Les tossed the dye stained towel to the hamper and sat next to his mate at the desk. The view in front of the desk was lit up brighter than Vegas. Neon highlighted the streets that cars lined in blurs halted only by massive crowds of pedestrians; like ants imbued with a glow worms enthusiasm. “....Japan’s a playground...” he spoke softly, the animals rustling about the flat. “It’s ours...” Les looked back at Jack; they’d been there less than a month and things had already begun to change in their lives.
Been feelin' so much worse lately...
地獄はトトロ誰ですか？ And, yes.
"Good! Okay- Because our flight is booked. We leave tonight." He stared at him, a double take. "....You do not know Totoro?"
Been feelin' so much worse lately...
But hey, I finally feel good enough to socialize a bit. Did anyone miss me at all, or did anyone even notice?
"Finally - you move... あなたはトトロよりも多くの睡眠を持っている. Do you want to go back to Japan with me?"
#He's starting to show his age.
"You? It’s hard to say. And I wouldn’t KNOW. I’m rarely home and I haven’t had you two consummating around me in over a year." Les shook his head. "The last time you two fucked…" He leaned against the wall. "-I was in Japan."
"Thank you for that reminder. The point is I typically bottom too."
"We can always fix it. You just have to get past him. Easy- Considering he's a non-issue."
#He's starting to show his age.
"Don’t like the thought of me bottoming?"
"Okay, I know you have this glorified image of me because sons and their fathers and all that psychological crap, but…
Les, who do you think bottoms 99% of the time when your father and I find the time to fill the house with moans and screams of glorious pain?”
"You? It's hard to say. And I wouldn't KNOW. I'm rarely home and I haven't had you two consummating around me in over a year." Les shook his head. "The last time you two fucked..." He leaned against the wall. "-I was in Japan."
#He's starting to show his age.
"You can’t tell me older men aren’t sexy."
"I’m most attracted to his mouth, and the lips thin with age."
"Maybe it’s because I enjoy bottoming."
"…I’m just going to wait for you to realize what was wrong with that statement."
"When they get THAT old the game is long over."
"…Still waiting."
"Don't like the thought of me bottoming?"
#He's starting to show his age.
"You can’t tell me older men aren’t sexy."
"I’m most attracted to his mouth, and the lips thin with age."
"Maybe it’s because I enjoy bottoming."
"…I’m just going to wait for you to realize what was wrong with that statement."
"When they get THAT old the game is long over."
#He's starting to show his age.
"You can’t tell me older men aren’t sexy."
"I’m most attracted to his mouth, and the lips thin with age."
"Maybe it's because I enjoy bottoming."
#He's starting to show his age.
"You can't tell me older men aren't sexy."
Patchwork Boy
Jack looked up, blinking at the toy a second before devolving into hoarse cackling. He crawled over laundry and clutter to the other, grinning. ”Holy fuckin’ shit.”
"I'm... This... This is... Quite the 'little' toy." Les pointed. "Let's grab some lube and play with it?" The teen quickly let the gears in his head work. "Maybe we can make up a game, Even."
"Like he’s ever around." he corrected.
"You never know when I’m around," he corrected the correction.
"He's not like you." Les added.
"I don't understand Japanese fetishes." "What's up with the Japanese and feet?" "Only the weird Japanese like tentacle porn."
Let me tell you all something about the Japanese.
We are a passionate people.
A Japanese lover can become so aroused by the object of his desire that he won’t be satisfied until he has sexually explored them in every way imaginable. From the urge to taste the fluid that makes your eyes so beautifully glossy to the yearning to penetrate every permeable part of your body—and, yes, that includes the hole created by the arches of your feet when they are pressed together—a Japanese lover will treat your entire body like the pinnacle of sex appeal.
That isn’t a “weird fetish”; it is a level of attraction you cannot begin to understand.
By the way, the tentacle porn is the answer to the desire to fuck someone in every orifice at once. It has nothing to do with the tentacles themselves. That is why the infamous “penis tentacles” are so popular. It’s like an orgy focused on one person without the barrier of male bodies in the way.
I feel sorry for my people. They’re so repressed that they have no other choice but to live out their fantasies in art, and that sort of thing tends to spread like wildfire on the internet.
Just going to remind every one that....THIS.
Patchwork Boy
"How about…" He squinted at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his haggard face before replying. "How about yes to all?"
He laughed. “Get in the other room. Some where there’s a sex die.” Les turned off the light, walking with him. “I’ll get the vibe set up with the batteries.
"A what?" He hadn’t used a sex die before, and the blood loss had him dizzy—or was that the alcohol? Or the drugs? Who could tell. He gave up after a few seconds of trying to process the words, flopping facedown on the bed with a grunt.
"It’s a dice with sexual favors on them- it’s a black and red one." he smirked. Getting the toy filled with batteries he turned it on and grinned as it thrashed about. "holy shit…" he laughed.
"Oh…must be that thing on the counter." He waved his hand in the general direction, still trying to recalibrate his body. He’d be fine, it’d just take a second. "See it?"
He nodded and plucked it up before he sat on the floor, "C'mere." he chuckled. "You gotta see this-" Les held up the toy to the other and laughed wildly."
Patchwork Boy
"How about…" He squinted at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his haggard face before replying. "How about yes to all?"
He laughed. “Get in the other room. Some where there’s a sex die.” Les turned off the light, walking with him. “I’ll get the vibe set up with the batteries.
"A what?" He hadn’t used a sex die before, and the blood loss had him dizzy—or was that the alcohol? Or the drugs? Who could tell. He gave up after a few seconds of trying to process the words, flopping facedown on the bed with a grunt.
"It's a dice with sexual favors on them- it's a black and red one." he smirked. Getting the toy filled with batteries he turned it on and grinned as it thrashed about. "holy shit..." he laughed.
Patchwork Boy
"How about…" He squinted at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his haggard face before replying. "How about yes to all?"
He laughed. "Get in the other room. Some where there's a sex die." Les turned off the light, walking with him. "I'll get the vibe set up with the batteries.
