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noizv:
i think tumblrs trying to tell me something but i just canât put my finger on it
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*drinks cheap wine from a hello kitty cup* fuck off
moruseitai:
       âAbhorrent, isnât it? Iâm afraid I canât bring myself to watch. The second-hand embarassment is enough to bring down even the strongest of our kind.â
   âSomeone oughta teach âem a lesson, really.â
   âHm. . Pathetic.â
u guys didnt see it but trip got laid 3 times today and it was gr8 so im being lazy here im srry
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moruseitai replied to your post:moruseitaiâ { Smut Meme - 11: Masturbating in...
âŠ..must⊠resistâŠ. touchingâŠ. dick⊠whispers virus who is just trying to take a sip of wine haha whoops spilled a little
haha u ok vi u look a lil flusted vi whats wrong vi did somethign, vi hi vi
moruseitaiâ { Smut Meme - 11: Masturbating in front of them. }
  âFuckââ
Trip could feel the weight of Virusâ eyes on him, it sat heavy and dark as the dusting over his own cheeks, not from shame, Trip possessed no such thing, but from the heat that threatened to suffocate him as his own brisk fingers worked over his length.
He entirely wasnât sure how heâd ended up in this position, resting his back against Virusâ couch, hips rising to his own touch at the mere thought of the other watching him. Trip had never considered himself much of an exhibitionist, not until tonight that is. Heâd accepted a drink in celebration over their mission having been successfully completed, and through a casual exchange of polite words, heâd found himself enthralled by the way Virusâ eyes had danced along his features. Itâd been so subtle he almost didnât act on it, almost didnât knock his glass over to surge over to the other male, lithe fingers moving upward to stop him. Rejection, itâs what Trip had come to understand such an action meant, but it didnât deter him from desperately searching for some kind of intimacy, offering all he could think of as he tried to chase the look heâd received prior to it. The rest would become history between them, forgotten in a dazed flurry of half-drunken pleas and words, to which Virus simply sat back and allowed. The only words offered had been âWhy not?â.
His fist worked over himself, pumping as his cock sat painfully hard and heavy against his palm, eyes glued to the other, resolute and refusing to tilt his head back. There was familiarity in Virusâ eyes and he pursued it with clear determination as his lips part for a second before twitching into a lop-sided smile, bold and daring, as though coaxing him to do something, say something.
Itâs not necessary, though. Heâd been going long and steady this entire time, a mess of mutters and groans that dissipated into moans and bubbled up his throat, then spilled past his lips. His eyes never leave him, never release the tension held between the look they shared, and with every sip of wine Virus took, Trip could see his resolve snapping, if only in the form of eyebrow and lip twitches. Whether heâs right or not, itâs enough for him, it drives him to squeeze and tug, quickening his pace until it becomes relentless and pained, a strained grunt rising from his throat as his thumb swipes over his tip, pressing against the underside of his head and smearing the pre cum that collected there.
  âPerverted fuck.â
Is all he offers, though the comment feels like itâd directed at himself rather than Virus. He feels his hips rise once again, his free hand moving up to brush his bangs up and away from his eyes, groaning and grinding up against his fist as he urges himself to speed up, nearly whining at his own motions when his orgasm hits him hard and fast. Itâs unapologetic and ruthless, and it has him coating his hand and loose button down shirt, the only article of clothing that had remained through this. Heâs quiet, but only because he forces himself to be, unnatural hues trained on his partner as his strokes continue despite having just thoroughly messed himself up, dick still hard and playfully so.
Tripâs lips curl and his eyes narrow as his tongue traces over them, tasting himself from a drop that had managed to reach higher than the rest as his hand presses his swollen length against his stomach, showing it off to Virus with a raise of his eyebrow.
  âCongrats on bringing down that organisation, Vi.â
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moruseitai:
       âDonât you dare throw away that cereal. You complained about wanting it until I bought it for you. Now eat the cereal.â
   âI said I wanted the marshmallows in the cereal. Not my fault you didnât equate that into it.â
âhow do i interact with youâ
write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i donât care just write with me
   âHm. . Seems I ate all the marshmallows in this cereal. .â
   âShit. . Said the wrong thing again.â
Heâs been on a roll.
demonteas:
âYou can be a little suffocating. But⊠Iâm glad youâre here.â
When the other removed his source of nicotine, Virus merely opened the pack again, pulling out another one. This wasnât indifferent. In reality, they spent nights like this often. In the dark, with nothing but themselves, the air, and a pack of cancer.Â
After the new cigarette was lit, Virus let the smoke fill and empty his lungs before replying.Â
âThat is unless one of us gets to each other first. But either way, Iâm alright with it.âÂ
Trip was indifferent when it came to these situations, to him it was as close to intimacy as things got, sharing a few quiet moments alone with Virus. He didnât necessarily care for it, but he wasnât against it. Still, it was always the same, share a few words, enjoy the silence together, and at times like these, watch Virus waste away along with the smoke that spilled out of his lips.
His eyes flicker to the side, watching cautiously as he lit yet another cigarette, to which Trip tosses the one heâd stolen away, then reaches over and takes the new one as well, repeating the motion from before as his lips threaten a smile.
   âSeriously, you need to stop with this shit.â
A bit hypocritical as he took the new stick onto his lips, but Trip didnât care about himself, heâd smoke the entire pack before watching Virus be the one to do so.
   âYou need a new habit. One that wonât kill you.â
moruseitai:
       âHow can you be so certain? Weâre all going to die, Trip. Every single one of us. Even breathing the same air as another human being, youâre putting yourself at risk. Weâre involved in dangerous things â You yourself, are dangerous. What if I wandered off on my own? What if I left here without telling you and involved myself in a troublesome situation?â
       It wasnât that often that Virus forced Trip into a corner like this, but when he did, it was to antagonize him. Was he trying to be cruel? Not at all, not to him, and if he was, it would be his turn to backpedal. It was more of him showing some proof â Trip could be as attracted to him as he wanted, hit on him all he wanted; but until he could deliver, he certainly wouldnât be winning any time soon.
His eyes narrow as the other speaks. Virus knows Trip isnât fond of these types of conversations. He doesnât like to think about things that he canât help, heâd rather stay oblivious to it than be forced to mull over the fact that, yes, Virus could easily slip and break his neck and that would be all, but. .
   âI would catch you if I could.â
Itâs a whisper, and more to ground himself, to remind himself not to back down on his beliefs whether or not they were logical or correct. They worked for him and thatâs what matters.
   âIf I can try my hardest to make sure you donât die.â
   âI donât really wanna think about it. I donât like whatever youâre trying to do, so just drop it. Nothingâs gonna happen to you, and I donât care if thatâs the point of this or not. Stop being difficult, I was just fucking around. Hint taken, youâre not into it.â
Sometimes Trip really just couldnât see eye to eye with Virus, no matter how hard he tried. Or in this case, didn't.
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youre literally murdering me