[IC] #M052006453

[handsomefoil]

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[promotional]

Someone is overestimating my flexibility.

[handsomefoil]

fine, just use your hand.

[promotional]

Just my hand? That could chafe.

[handsomefoil]

You'll need a little soothing creme to ease that discomfort.

[promotional]

Thanks for the advice. I'll have to buy some.

[handsomefoil]

Good for you.

[ Best not to let this get too hot and heavy, but he will still be imagining Rhys in a pin-up style Playboy bunny outfit. Thanks for the late-night wanking material, Rhys. ]

[promotional]

You sound tired.

[...]

Read tired. Busy week?

[handsomefoil]

Sort of, yes.

And it's 1 AM.

And I'm now busy imagining you in a tight black leotard, fishnets, and high-heels.

1/2

[promotional]

[oh right it's late. okay. that's fair. he did pick a bad time.]

2/2

[promotional]

[NEVER MIND. Guilt be gone. Henry's imagining him. Nice.]

Blue's more my color.

[handsomefoil]

Lets get you out of your comfort zone. What about red?

[promotional]

Depends on what you're wearing.

[handsomefoil]

[ He sticks almost exclusively to muted, neutral tones. Goes well with anything ♥ ]

Hopefully only you.

[promotional]

[fucking KO, man. KO.

Human hand's got the shakes. It's like he got knifed.

But he can't give him too much dead air. Gotta keep stirring the pot.]

But I like the tie.

[handsomefoil]

[ Henry can only imagine what Rhys's reaction to his text is, but he hopes it was a good one. Sexual tension building up behind their screens, hiding behind words of nonchalant complaints. ]

Then I'll keep the tie. I'm sure I'll be able to find use for it somewhere. Perhaps I can blindfold you, or bind your limbs. Whatever the situation calls for.

[promotional]

[He needs a glass of water. Henry Cooldown is a fucking monster and if he felt confident in his ability to hack the networks out here, he'd make some anonymous bulletin about it.

A monster.

But he's typing as he walks.]

Aww you're not even going to say gag? You like it when I talk. You're cute, Henry.

[handsomefoil]

[ Rhys is only fueling the wildfire here, as his determination to send him more and more heated dirty texts grows. ]

I have much better things in mind for your mouth to do, fortunately.

[promotional]

Did you like that? You weren't the only one. I said you had a good body, right?

[handsomefoil]

Seems I have a weakness for those who can use their words just as well.

[promotional]

I promise not to laugh when you say you like me, Henry. I'll take it in stride.

[When.]

[handsomefoil]

A real champ you are, and a gentleman on top of it. Careful not to get too carried away with your sweet-talk.

[promotional]

And what if I do?

[handsomefoil]

I can't just give you all the answers, now can I? Take a guess.

[promotional]

Throw me a bone, here. Do I start talking about being naughty or tell you you don't control me? I haven't figured that out yet.

[handsomefoil]

[ You're seriously testing his desire to just call you over again for another bootycall, damn it. ]

You think I try to control you? How so?

[ Yes, tell him...]