milky's bullshit containment zone

[weaseled]

Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds
What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things
When ⚔ After the party
Where ⚔ Errywhere
Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom

Comments

[weaseled]

[Yuui sits up and Yael, an opportunist, leans over and bites his bare hip. Ehe.]

Maybe.

[Or maybe not...?]

[fluorite]

[ That little nip just makes him laugh as he reaches out to ruffle Yael's hair. Hard.

It's a real shame that his avatar's hair doesn't stay mussed up for long. ]

Aren't you spunky?

[weaseled]

Spunky? I don't think that's what you meant.

[Does he need to bite Yuui more to get a different answer out of him? While he's in the area, he sucks out a bruise on Yuui's hip.]

[fluorite]

[ He gasps softly as he tries to keep Yael from feeling the satisfaction of already drawing a reaction out of him. His skin immediately turns a bright purple, and it's a damn shame it'll disappear the moment he logs out.

With his fingers in Yael's hair, he grabs a fistful and tugs to force Yael to look up at his face. ]

What about peppy? Do you accept that? I've got plenty more words I can use.

[ And they'll all be the wrong ones. ]

[weaseled]

[His scalp tingles, lips pulled back into a tight smirk. Rising up with Yuui's insistence, Yael sinks his teeth into the side of his neck next, leaving a lovely little bruise there too. He's supposed to find some way to amuse himself while Yuui is sleeping, no?]

That's even worse. Try again.

[fluorite]

[ He tilts his head, giving Yael plenty of room to bite as much as he pleases, a soft huff of amusement escaping him. ]

Hm. What about silly, then?

[ Much, much worse. ]

[weaseled]

Way worse.

[Spoken around a mouthful of Yuui neck, but Yael doesn't linger long. There's a look of dissatisfaction when he sits back, lips quirked into a frown. Now that he's had the real thing, getting intimate with Yuui online doesn't do nearly as much for him.]

Go ahead and take your nap. I'll stick around until you fall asleep.

[fluorite]

[ He places to fingers on each side of Yael's lips. ]

It's really not good compared to real life, huh? I thought it was pretty nice in this game, but...

[ Sometimes the sex is too bomb. ]

Are you sure you don't want to sleep on my lap?

[weaseled]

[He sticks his tongue out between Yuui's fingers. Blep.]

You're clearly not busy tonight. Come over.

[He'd love to sleep with his head on Yuui's lap, but like. IRL. Fucking in-game is one thing, but sleeping is a bridge too far.]

[fluorite]

[ He just barely suppresses a giggle. ]

You're so cute.

[ And he will die on that hill.

Yael's suggestion earns a little smirk, however. Sure, the intention is to sleep, but he knows how it'll really end up anyway. ]

But sure. Should I pick up dinner on the way? What are you in the mood for?

[weaseled]

[Yael has never minded being called cute. In fact, he considers cute to be among the highest forms of compliment, chuffing a victorious little laugh— hehe. Score one for the old man.]

I'm not picky. Surprise me.

[fluorite]

Hmm, you know. I think I will surprise you. No complaining if you don't like the flavors I bring to the table tonight.

[ In other words, time for Scandinavian food.

He pinches Yael's cheek, giving it a little tug before pulling his hand back. ]

[weaseled]

[IKEA DINNER, IKEA DINNER]

I'll head your way in 30. Later.

[And with that, Yael logs off as unceremoniously as ever.]