Get your gen texts here!!

[1sts]

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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[saltinourstars]

[Complete.

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.

[horned_owl]

[Bokuto smirks when he hears Tsukishima curse- that's more than a sound of approval for him. He completely takes the pants off, standing only in his underwear in front of the camera.

He props his knee on the chair and licks his lips, fingers trailing idly over his stomach.]

So, Tsukki? Any~ requests?

[saltinourstars]

[Tsukki's pretty sure his face has caught fire.]

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?]

[horned_owl]

My show, huh...

[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.

[saltinourstars]

Only kind of turning you on?

[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.]

[horned_owl]

[Memory of when they did this together first flashed through his mind, reminding him that Tsukishima enjoyed the fantasizes he told him back then. He smirks, tilting his head to the side-]

Mmmm. The wall, definitively. Have your legs wrapped around me tightly as I grind against you and leave hickeys and bites on your neck.

[saltinourstars]

[The view from Tsukki's screen shifts suddenly. Room spinning in a dizzy arc. When it settles it's with a view of him leaning against the wall. Hands up by his head, as though being held in place.]

Like this?

[horned_owl]

[That is totally unfair. His fingers are itching to grip on those wrists as he kisses him heatedly.]

Yes. Perfect... it leaves your neck open for all sorts of kisses and bites.

[saltinourstars]

You'd like to mark me up, huh?

[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.]

[horned_owl]

Fuck yes.

[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.

[saltinourstars]

[That sounds amazing.

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...