february midnight texts

[pancaked]

The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[crowjobs]

( after making sure kaveh arrives home safe and sound, luke and kieran take their leave. or, at the very least, leave enough that kaveh can't see them any longer, but sylus knows they're still there when he arrives. and, in knowing that their boss is here to keep things secure, they take off to do whatever it is they do by themselves.

he's dressed in a crisp black shirt — the sleeves rolled to his elbows and top two buttons undone — and black slacks. the ends of his hair are slightly damp and he smells just freshly clean. maybe a little too clean. but, y'know, don't worry about it.

then, ten minutes on the nose, he simply sends: )


Open up, kitten.

[merlot]

[ judging by how quickly the two of them made it to him in the first place, kaveh does assume they linger even after he's locked into his apartment. while he might take issue with being watched at other times, he knows he doesn't have space to complain about the quick response at a time like this.

so, he instead focuses on the promise of ten minutes, setting a timer once he's inside and keeping an eye on it as he moves about his apartment. the text arrives right as it goes off and kaveh shakes his head to himself, wondering how sylus manages it as he heads to the front door to open it.

kaveh looks him over as he steps back to welcome him inside, catching the fresh scent of soap. ]

I was going to drag you into the shower if I spotted a drop of blood on you, but I guess I don't have to worry about that.

[ that doesn't stop him from closing the space between them so he can press a kiss to sylus's lips. ]

I'm happy to see you.

[crowjobs]

( how he manages it is because he wants his word to mean something. when he says he's going to do something, he commits and it's a failure on his part if he can't fulfill. the things he does might seem overbearing at times, in theory he gets it, but it's for a reason. or, at the very least, that's what he'd say and offer no more on the subject. so, he sees nothing wrong with guarding someone he cares about.

not watching. that sounds too much like a bad thing. guarding is being helpful.

he slips inside, closes the door behind him with one hand and curls the other around kaveh the moment he steps near enough. the lock clicks as their lips touch; his own curl slightly at the greeting. it's nice, he thinks, to be welcomed this way. his hand joins the other, settling against kaveh's hip first then smoothing his palm up his side. )

A shame. ( he murmurs as he dips his head slightly to leave a lingering kiss against kaveh's neck. ) But, I can think of something to get us both dirty.