I'm not a hero, I'm a liar

Call me Tucker.

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[tucker-bell]

This just in, I can't fly.

[josephinetruman-deactivated2019]

Did you try?

[tucker-bell]

Yes...Didn't work out so well.

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Simon mouthed at his marks a little longer before moving back up to kiss him again, hungrily. “Wanna keep talking or do you wanna tell me what you want so we can get this show on the road?” He purred.

[simon-barnes-blog]

Simon continued to mark up his skin, unhurried. “You’re so full of shit,” he said, smirking against his throat as he let one of his hands slip under his shirt to rest against his bare skin.

[tucker-bell]

"Maybe, maybe not." The younger male whispered and shrugged, heart beating fast and full of pleasure. The hand on his bare skin was intoxication causing the boy to just push into the touch.

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Simon trailed his lips to his neck and sucked a bruise into the soft skin of his throat. “You’re being rude again, you know. Humour me for once. I like being told I’m special.”

[tucker-bell]

Groaning, Tucker tilted his head back happily, giving the man more room. "I cannot tell a lie." He whispered, his hands still tangled in Simons hair.

[simon-barnes-blog]

A groan rumbled through his chest at the pleasant tug on his lip, and he slid his hand down his back in retaliation. “You treat all your clients like this then? Damn, I thought I was just special.”

[tucker-bell]

"Sorry bud, you're nothing special." He whispered softly, kissing him softly and deeply. 

[simon-barnes-blog]

Simon pulled Tucker into his lap, tugging his lower lip between his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue. “Knew you were my favourite bartender for a reason, darlin,” he mumbled against his mouth with a smirk.

[tucker-bell]

Laughing a bit, Tucker tightened his fingers in the mans hair. "I'm everyones favorite bartender." He murmured before continuing to kiss him, nipping at his lip just like the man did to him.

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Simon grinned widely at that. “Is that so?” He murmured, his gaze lingering on the other’s lips before he yanked him in again, kissing him roughly.

[tucker-bell]

Groaning, Tucker moved his hands up to tangle in the mans hair, kissing him deeply and happily. He hadn't been kissed like this in ages, and god, he missed it.

[simon-barnes-blog]

Simon huffed out an indignant laugh. “What’re you expecting me to do? Pin you against the wall and have my way with you? Contrary to popular opinion, I’m not that inconsiderate.”

[tucker-bell]

Smirking, Tucker shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "It's not inconsiderate if i'm perfectly fine with it." He whispered, looking at Simon hungrily.

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[tucker-bell]

Pulling away from the kiss only slightly, Tucker whispered softly against the mans lips. "For a party boy you're awfully gentle." He spoke, laughing a bit.