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ruffians2017-04-10 02:33 am
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just rename this musebox 'the dump'
[If he hates parties, Terry hates the inter-label parties even more. It's exhausting being around all these people and pretending not to hate everything and everyone and having to introduce himself to all these Virgo people as if he cares about these conversations and doesn't just want to go back to his bed.]
[He's coming in from a smoke break (read: going outside in a desperate bid to get away from people for 10 minutes) when he bumps into someone on his way back in and immediately puts his hands out to steady whoever it was as if he's in any way bulky enough to knock someone bigger than a toddler over.]
Shit-- Sorry.
[He's coming in from a smoke break (read: going outside in a desperate bid to get away from people for 10 minutes) when he bumps into someone on his way back in and immediately puts his hands out to steady whoever it was as if he's in any way bulky enough to knock someone bigger than a toddler over.]
Shit-- Sorry.
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[He looks at Terry, his eyes inviting. The condom and lube must mean something to him, right?]
We'll only do this if you want to.
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[He sits on his knees next to Finnick and starts taking his rings off, doing his best attempt at nonchalance.]
You sure?
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Of course I am. Might as well, right? Neither of us is planning on this happening again.
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[He opens his eyes after a few seconds to look down at what Terry's doing, with that distracted and overwhelmed look in his eyes like all those quips and smirks are a million miles away and forgotten. He drags his free hand up Terry's side while the hand on Terry's dick slowly works to keep him hard.]
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[It's a little while before he pulls his hand back enough to press a second finger in, just as slow and considered as he works up to a gentle rhythm and curls his fingers, paying close attention to every noise from Finnick just in case there's anything wrong or he does something he doesn't like or whatever.]
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[He does raise an eyebrow at the laugh though and presses his fingers up a little deliberately.]
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I can go harder if you want.
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Yeah, just-- a little.
[He doesn't want to come this way but it sure is feeling good right now and he's not going to turn down an offer for more.]
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[He could just ask, but more likely he'd get distracted and end up getting Finnick off like this instead. Either way, for now he starts pumping his hand a little harder and faster, watching Finnick's face.]
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