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He'll be ya daddy.

[bearcoded]

I suppose the question becomes, did you want to lay with him?

👀

[caligulan]

Why? Is this, dare I say it, jealousy?

[bearcoded]

Well any man should be jealous of one who gets to bed a beauty of like yourself. To see you in such sinful postions.

👀 👀 👀

[caligulan]

Well then. I suppose the question has actually become: "does whether I wanted to bed him matter?" and right now?

Not even in the same realm of consideration.

👀 👀 👀👀 Come to daddy.

[bearcoded]

Oh?

And what are you considering instead? Hm? Have another bed in mind?

[caligulan]

You're going to make me say it when you know damn well what the answer is?

[bearcoded]

If you want to be taken apart bit by bit with pure pleasure.

Then yes..

You're going to have to say the words, my pretty pale one.

oh my GOD

[caligulan]

You

I

Gods, I

Please

am I evil

[bearcoded]

Please what?

if that's evil, i don't want to be good, ever

[caligulan]

[ Gods help him, he can barely articulate words right now. ]

You. In my tent. Now.

[ Then half a minute later: ]

Please.

embrace chaos

[bearcoded]

[ He's far too amused by that desperation in the others' last final "please' text message that he doesn't even bother texting back. It only takes a few minutes to walk across camp, and even then only that long because Halsin had to turn down Karlach's desire to see how far he could throw a fallen log across the forest floor. Soon enough he was lifting the flap to Astarion's tent and stepping inside.

The large elf had already forgone his upper layer, that thick and broad muscled chest all on display as he moved into the tent.]

Well, how could I turn down such a whimpering please?

[caligulan]

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