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bakerstreet2017-10-22 02:31 am
1sts) wrote in bakerstreet2017-10-22 02:31 am
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Get your gen texts here!!
 texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat. |
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There's no answer for what probably seems like hours. But really it's less then thirty minutes before another message comes through. A shot over Tsukki's shoulder into a bathroom mirror, shirt gone. Showing off how much work he's put into the muscles there.
He still has sweatpants on, pulled low. Stopping just above more interesting areas.]
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And his patience is rewarded. When he receives the message he's home, locked in his room so he's not disturbed.]
Mmm
I just want to run my hands down your back
and dip my fingers just past the waistband, just to tease you a little
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[It takes some juggling, but Tsukishima's able to show his fingers tracing the path Bokuto's wishing for.]
Your turn.
Unless you want to Skype it.
[Wait. Did he just ask his boyfriend to strip?
Too late now, he's not taking it back.]
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[It takes several minutes for Bokuto to send his own photo again- he's not protesting at all. It is a shot of his back, fingers tugging at the back of the pants, showing the dip of the small of his back, enough only to tease.]
You want me to strip live for you??~ Well I'd never would've guessed you had it in you to ask ;***
I'll be on skype in five~~
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[At least not technically. Look. Let him have some illusion of control.
Tsukki slams the "Answer Call" button as soon as it rings. Knowing there's no hiding how flushed his face is.]
About time.
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Also, he distinctly remembers Tsukki saying he likes it this way.]
Oho? Someone impatient, hmmm?
[He leans back from the camera, still standing, and runs fingers through his hair.]
Happy to see you and hear you, babe~
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He takes a deep breath, steadying himself - maybe about to actually say that - then something catches his attention. Tsukki tilts his head.]
...Are you playing music?
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Just a little. There can't be a strip show if there's no music!
[He says so casually while his fingers flick the button of his pants open. Thumbs dragging over the edges tugging at it teasingly, but not pulling them down.]
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He is sure that this is a good thing, though. Except - ]
You're kidding, tell me that's not Britney Spears.
[Does Tsukki have to pick out music FOR you, Bokuto?]
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[He didn't have time to search for music. Only typed in 'stuff for dancing' and that popped up.]
I can turn it off if it, [he unzips his pants,] distracts you.
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[Tsukishima leans forward and swallows. Usually sharp tongue tying itself in knots. He has no idea of how he's supposed to be a good audience for this.
But he's not about to stop it over something as stupid as "Hit Me Baby One More Time."]
You're plenty distracting.
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[Happy that he has Tsukishima's full attention now, Bokuto grins. Slowly, he tugs the pants over his hips, licking his lips. Then, he turns around to show off his ass, pulling the pants down completely.]
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Undivided.
Attention.
Tsukishima's eyes drag down the muscles. Somehow he can never quite keep in mind exactly how impressive Bokuto's thighs are. Or his ass. He gets blindsided every time.]
Oh fuck.
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He props his knee on the chair and licks his lips, fingers trailing idly over his stomach.]
So, Tsukki? Any~ requests?
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I don't know - It's - Your show -
[Tsukki really hasn't put much thought into the mechanics of stripping. He's floundering a bit. But since Bokuto's still taking off clothes it can't be going too badly?]
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[Bokuto brings up fingers to his lips to bite them lightly, teasingly, looking Tsukishima in the eyes, and then lets them slip past the waistband of his underwear.]
You know... this is kind of turning me on. You watching me and talking to me. I wish you were actually here so I could pin you down.
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[Oh that's not going to stand. Taking a deep breath, Tsukki manages to reign his brain back in. He tilts his head towards the rest of his room. Smirk slowly starting to grow on his face.
He can play this game.]
And where exactly would you pin me?
[There's the wall, the bed, the floor... and he has a laptop. Can move to any of those places.]
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Mmmm. The wall, definitively. Have your legs wrapped around me tightly as I grind against you and leave hickeys and bites on your neck.
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Like this?
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Yes. Perfect... it leaves your neck open for all sorts of kisses and bites.
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[Tsukki feels his breath coming faster, just from saying it. Tips his head back to show off more of his neck.
It's ridiculous. It should be, anyway, but he's really just caught up in this and it's - good. Incredibly good. Maybe even hot, though he won't admit to using the word.]
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[Bokuto groans, his eyes drinking in every bit of the expression on Tsukishima's face, every movement he makes, every inch of the skin he exposes.]
I want to run my mouth over every inch of your skin and have you call my name.
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Tsukki drags a hand down his body, and in the haze he can almost believe it belongs to someone else. Bokuto's fingers wrapping around the tent in his boxers.]
Kotaro...