Hotline bling

[weebsock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[strived]

Not quite.

Is there something you need?

[afterform]

Something sweet, on you.

[strived]

Beg pardon?

[Oh, he read that right the first time -- he's being unusually cheeky, that's all.]

[afterform]

( This isn't the first time Ignis challenges Vincent to use his words. It's difficult enough for Vincent to ask for what he wants, but even more so over text. )

I want to see something sweet on your flesh. Something I would eat off your body.

[strived]

Switching it up from bitter and savory, I see. I wonder why that is?

[Ignis, meanwhile, sends a silent clip of himself over. It's not very long, probably no more than five seconds in length, and it's strictly of him sucking cream cheese frosting off his fingers. Enjoy, Vincent.]

[afterform]

( He watches the video a few times before he responds. A hunger ignites within him, and he can feel the stir of lust, warming his cheeks, his stomach, his groin. He doesn't want to ask, but he wonders if Ignis was currently baking for the prince, a convenient time for Vincent to ask for something sweet. )

Do you?

[strived]

I have my theories.

[Of course, he won't reveal them. It's more enjoyable that way, not saying things so openly and leaving everything open up to Vincent's interpretation. Most of the pleasure is being able to evoke certain reactions out of him...hence why he's not above sending suggestive clips of himself while he's, yes, in the midst of baking something for His Highness.]

[afterform]

( Vincent has an insatiable sweet tooth. Something quite common for people; however, he also finds a reason to blame the beasts within him for encouraging his vices.

Although Vincent rationalizes, Ignis is unparalleled in his skill as a master chef. Who wouldn't be in Vincent's position after a morsel off of Ignis' menu? )

Ignis.

( Vincent tries to think of something else to add and fails to come up with something clever, romantic, or risqué. Ignis' patience for him is also something exceptional. )

[strived]

Yes, Vincent? Is there a problem?

[afterform]

Show me more.

[strived]

You need only ask.

[Not very long after that same text comes a picture -- not a video clip, sadly -- that Ignis took of his abdomen. His silk shirt is unbuttoned and left draped open like a gown, exposing the fine hills and valleys of muscle as well as the curious trail of the sweet frosting he himself painted just below his belly button and above the waistband of his boxers.]

[afterform]

( To get to this point took a long and lonely road. Vincent's isolation was long enough, and he wasn't doing anyone any good with his avoidance. Years have passed since he promised he would no longer be a stone against the ripple of time. Still, every so often, he broke that promise and remained idle. Having encountered the men and their journey reminded him of why he left that coffin. Ignis reminded him he was still human. )

I won't waste any of it.

[strived]

Are you certain? There's plenty. Daresay too much of it, even for one with a sweet tooth like yours.

What would you do, Vincent? Swipe it off with your finger? Your tongue?

[afterform]

My tongue. I'll use my tongue. Where do you want it first?

[strived]

Doesn't make much of a difference where. It always seems like I can feel you everywhere on me.

But if I had to choose?

My collarbones. Then I'd make you work your way down.

[afterform]

My mouth will start there and my hands on your lower back.

the first one was better, ngl

[strived]

[The baking is set aside for now; he finds himself leaning back against the counter as he reads and types, slouched and more than a little warm.]

Will you use your teeth?

/)(\ ♥

[afterform]

I need you to direct me.

[strived]

Lack the confidence, do we? Or are you simply being careful? You know you can't hurt me, Vincent...

[afterform]

I want it this way. I don't want to guess.

Are you sure?

[strived]

Have I ever given you reason to believe that I am unsure of anything? Do your worst, Vincent.

[afterform]

Where is this coming from?

You want to be punished?

[strived]

Maybe I want to be.

Maybe I deserve to be.

[afterform]

Then tell me what I'm punishing you for.

[strived]

For speaking out of line, no?