CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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[bobbob]

[ Hopefully Flambae knows that the first whiff of unhappiness that Robert gets out of him during this situation will immediately kill his boner. He's stretched awfully thin here, if the near desperate sounds he's making (much to his embarrassment) are any indication, and doesn't actually know how many more times he can handle being offered something only for it to be withdrawn. Especially when he feels like it's because he personally has done something wrong, done something to turn Flambae off or to give him the absolutely wrong idea.

He wants to hold and be held too, later when they're in bed and they're so sleepy they're delirious but can't actually drift off because it would mean spending a little less time together. Both of these moods are surely important, both of them mean something to Robert.

It's just that it's hard to think of being soft when your boyfriend asks you if you think you'd like to try and take his ridiculously sized dick, and he's tackled you to the ground with nasty, heated words— ]

Chad...

[ He manages to breathe out the name before those fingers find purchase in his mouth. And when they do, his tongue presses up against them almost automatically. Even though his cheeks are so on fire his freckles will probably fall off, he closes his lips around them too and sucks.

His hips are trembling beneath Flambae's weight too, trying hard not to buck around with the strokes of that hand around his dick. If he's too thirsty, he will inevitably be denied... or something. He hasn't quite figured it out yet. On the other hand, it's impossible not to react to this, isn't it? Completely impossible, even for a person who's mastered the art of dry and dead expression. ]