them sexts

[inuyasock]

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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cid | ff16

[ramuhed]

(misfires are a+, bring on the chaos.)

Misfire

[wyvernstail]

[Cid gets a picture of Dion, shirt open exposing his chest and belly, belt undone, lounging in a bed with a grin around his finger, in the middle of pulling off his glove with his teeth.

This was not meant for Cid.]

i'm cackling for days, poor dion

[ramuhed]

(Cid's expecting a message from someone else, probably Charon chewing him out about supplies again, Otto with a list of tasks, or even Clive in the midst of some weird emotional breakdown.

But not a message from the Crown Prince of Sanbreque that has the Cid choking on his smoke.)

Five out of ten, glove is a bit cliché you know?

Story of his life.

[wyvernstail]

Is that so? I can do better. If you wish to instruct me, you’ll find I’m an eager pupil.

[He hasn’t realized he’s texting the wrong person yet]

it could be worse. probably.

[ramuhed]

Oh I've heard that one before, sunshine.

(Though Cid isn't keen on teaching this one to bend and snap. Then again it's not like he's super busy, everyone seems to be out on errands. Some shit about lost mail again....)

Fine, I'll bite, though not half as hard as you're wanting. Make it the kind of image that would have anyone excusing themselves from whatever situation they're rolling in.

It could.

[wyvernstail]

[Wait… Dion’s starting to get the impression this isn’t who he meant to send that picture to. No one calls him sunshine. And no one is quite so flippant with him.

But, he doesn’t mind the flippancy. It’s a change of pace.]

Like this then?

[Another picture is sent. The shirt is gone, the focus one his chest only the bottom of his face caught in the picture
With an inviting smile playing across his lips. His hand on his chest, caught traveling downward, and his pants open now, showing some of his small clothes, which are tented with his arousal]

It did

[ramuhed]

(Greagor's teeth, Cid had asked for it, received, and is still wondering what just happened. Then again who can complain when a hot blond slides into their dms? Even Cid can appreciate, from a distance.

He just has to half listen to Tarja talking about something and do his best to look casual as he messages back. Living dangerously.)

That's more like it; if you got it flaunt it, and from looks of it that spear of yours isn't compensating for something. Seven out of ten.

[wyvernstail]

[Dion's not done, he sends a second, hand now much lower, finger tips dipping into his small clothes.]

Still not a perfect score, though.
Perhaps you can show me how's it done?

[A third picture, taking hold of his spear through the cotton of his skvivies, to show off that no, he is not compensating for anything with his spear.]

[ramuhed]

(That sure is something and Cid feels his mouth go dry as he tries not to sear the image on his phone into his memory. He's failing miserably and Tarja is still talking; about what Cid really couldn't say by this point.

He really should say something. It's not like he can send a picture of his own back, which is definitely for the best. Is it getting hot in here or...?)

Not in a position to, this time at least, that and I like my head to stay clean on it's shoulders. Though in the interest of fairness I think you know that you didn't get through to whomever your pictures were intended for. Rest assured they shan't see the light of day. Keep working on it, you might just hit that esteemed ten.

(Unless it's really required, then Cid will start a conversation.)

[wyvernstail]

I thought as much when you called me sunshine. No one has ever called me that.

[ramuhed]

No flies on you is there? Not being called sunshine says a lot, not a fan or no-one dares?

[wyvernstail]

If I'm honest, I'd suspect the latter or that it never occurred to anyone to give me a nickname. I daresay I like it.

[ramuhed]

That's on them then, they should grow a pair and give it a go.

Oh? Well then sunshine, I'll make sure to keep that in mind for future talks, of which we'll be having, no doubt.

[wyvernstail]

My stepmother would have a fit if she found out. Which only makes me wish they would all the more.

No doubt. You owe me a picture. And what shall I call you? Mysterious Stranger seems too on the nose.

[ramuhed]

Maybe something can be arranged, just to see how much of a fit she throws.

Now there's a dilemma, should I really be telling you? But then you did send such compelling pictures and never let it be said I'm am unfair man.

Some call me Cid.

[wyvernstail]

[There's a pause.]

The same Cid I chased out of Drake's Head not too long ago?

[ramuhed]

Can't get anything past you. And might be. Sorry for leaving a big hole, but not sorry for walking on out.

[wyvernstail]

There are only so many Cids in the world. And knowing my luck, it would be you.

Getting you out was the goal. So that little exchange went as intended. The hole will be repaired eventually.

[ramuhed]

I could argue and say there's only ever going to be one of me. And hey it could be so much worse.

Well bugger me, next time just walk an old man out.

[wyvernstail]

Would you have if I had asked? Though if buggering would have gotten you out of the Mothercrystal, I would have led with that.

[ramuhed]

Probably not, I was on a mission.

What can I say? That would be much comparable than a flare to the face. In future you should lead with that.

[wyvernstail]

I shall take that under advisement.

Though I wonder, which would tempt you more? My front or my back?

[ramuhed]

I could say I have little preference, if I'm reading you right. But ultimately, I don't turn my back on people I don't trust.

[wyvernstail]

You're reading me right. And there are many ways that neither of us have to turn our backs on each other.