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[butfortheirvirtue]

[drunken texts, voicemails and the like go here]

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[butfortheirvirtue]

...Fine.

We are going to live on takeout for another day. Don't complain about it later, it's your fault.

[onlyistheirshow]

i LIKE takeout, youre the one who whines

8 minutes

[butfortheirvirtue]

I'm getting in the car. I am not answering your texts while driving.

1/2

[onlyistheirshow]

youd better hurry up then im not sure i can actually wait 5 more minutes

[onlyistheirshow]

update i was right i couldnt

[butfortheirvirtue]

Fine.

I am going back to the store and leaving you there.

[onlyistheirshow]

maybe ill go find someone else to deal with this then

im sure ryoga wouldnt say no for too long once i got my shirt off

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[butfortheirvirtue]

2/2

[butfortheirvirtue]

I'm coming upstairs.

[onlyistheirshow]

so am i thanks to how long you took

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He sprints down the walkway and up the stairs, but slows to a walk before he gets to his room. Looks like he's got his pride left, somewhat.

He's almost hesitant to touch his door, but finally he gives it up and shoves it open.

What horrors await him here?]

[onlyistheirshow]

[There are no horrors at all! Just IV just-barely covered by the blankets she dragged from her own room when she relocated so that she could have a full-on pile of blankets to lie in.

By the looks of how flushed she is and the way she's panting but slowly starting to relax, though, it doesn't look like she was lying in her last text.]

Ne, ani, I told you that you took too long.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[...the hand not gripping his phone has relocated to his face. (This may be partially because he wants to cover his eyes so she doesn't get the satisfaction of giving him a boner, but...)]

You couldn't wait ten minutes.

[Is it really not worth five extra minutes of waiting for him, IV? He's hurt.]

[onlyistheirshow]

You've been out all day. What am I supposed to do when I'm naked and wet and the bed smells like you?

[butfortheirvirtue]

[IV.

IV, stop that.

IV, he is trying to be irritated and not horny right now and you aren't helping.]

If you've been waiting all day, why couldn't you wait five extra minutes?

[onlyistheirshow]

Because it's been all day. It doesn't get better the longer you wait, you know.

Besides, I was thinking about you coming home, and that only made it harder.

[She pauses.]

...well. Wetter, I guess.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[The hand that wasn't already affixed firmly to his face has joined the first.

(don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it)]

...I'm assuming my services aren't required, then.

[onlyistheirshow]

Well, I still want...

Get over here. We're testing this, like I said.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[...oh.

So that wasn't just IV being IV, then.

He takes his hands off his face so he can fold his arms.

(also he's just starting to process that she was waiting for him all day and the covered eyes won't help him now)]

...With my hair? Really?

[He's not going to admit he's intrigued.]

[onlyistheirshow]

[As her answer, IV just scrambles off of the bed (still naked) and points.]

With your hair.

Go on, get on the bed.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[...well.

He can't help...watching her as she gets up, and he's distracted enough that he sits down on the bed (and scoots back, so his back is almost against the headboard) without even remembering to be reluctant about it.

He sort of appreciates the pile of blankets. Especially since they smell like her now, too.]

[onlyistheirshow]

[She likes it, when he follows orders so obediently.

(she likes it a lot)

Once he's up on the bed, though, she follows him, nudging him to slip down onto his back so that she can pull his hands up above his head and lift a thick lock of hair to start looping it around his wrists.]

You know, I'm glad your hair is long enough for this...

[butfortheirvirtue]

[She's wrapping his hair around his wrists and he does not really know how to feel about it.

On the one hand, he's surrendering the control of his limbs (and something attached to his scalp) to IV.

On the other hand...well, they're the same reasons, aren't they?

He tries to watch, as she ties him, but it's difficult to look at something directly above your head.]

Should I be glad you approve?

[It was supposed to come out sarcastic, but...it didn't, really.]

[onlyistheirshow]

Mm. You should.

[He should because of the other kinds of things that IV approves of. Like kissing him, and wrapping her mouth around his cock, and riding it too.

Grabbing another lock and starting to loop it around from the other direction to make it more secure, she lets out a satisfied hum and shifts - to get a better look at what she's doing, of course, and nothing more than that, why else would she be doing it? - until she's all but straddling V's face. Of course there's nothing untoward about her motivation, but at the same time... she's right there, V.]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[...well. There went the last of his resolve, between feeling his wrists secured and hearing her tell him he should be ~glad she approves~ and now...this.

(resist fucking her, that's possible. resist eating her out? not as much.)

He can't get his hands free, of course, so instead he just lifts his head up and flicks out his tongue to taste her. He thinks that'll do a good job of getting her attention.]