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[dogflower]

[ It's sleepover time with Puppy and Puppy! A night of largely pure fun where they've made an agreement, they'll do something pure Puppy wants for awhile, and then dirty Puppy gets to make the rules for their next set of games.

They've watched movies while eating massive amounts of junk food, and played a ton of video games that may have only really been enjoyed by one of them, but pure Puppy is pretty satisfied with the fun he's provided here. Though his eyes do dart nervously to the clock as it hits the ten o'clock hour, and his metaphorical fun time rule is over.

A deal is a deal, however, and he intends to keep it even as he looks over with some apprehension at the other Puppy.

Be gentle with him. ]

[sheers]

[ puppy squared time! dirty puppy - and he's more than alright with this appellation, given that puppy does get so messy a lot - is having a good time, all things considered, even with the decided lack of touching in sensitive places and kissing. especially the kissing. junk food is a poor alternative to the spit-slick taste of kissing. the movies are fun too, even though puppy catches himself wanting to switch over to porn every now and again.

oh well.

by the time ten o'clock rolls around, puppy's ready to call it a night, before remembering-- oh yeah it's his turn.

the very thought gives him renewed wakefulness, as he excitedly pats pure puppy's knees to get his attention. ]

Okay, time to play! Puppy, come on!

[ how far can puppy push this, he wonders? hm hm hm. choices. he settles on a simple game, for pure puppy's sake. ]

Rock paper scissors. Winner gets to kiss the loser wherever they want to. Are you game?

[spacebaloney]

[Lance's hands have been hurting for the last hour or so, but hurting even worse than that is his pride. He can't believe he's lost five Mario Kart races in a row. There's something wrong here. Puppy's definitely cheating. No way Lance could lose so much in such little time, even after they switched from smashing each other up in another game, another game Lance lost horribly.

It's definitely cheating. Either that or the controller's a bootleg, one Lance tosses onto the coffee table in front of him as he flops back into the couch to sulk.]

You gave me the shitty controller.

[sheers]

[ contrary to popular belief, puppy is definitely not cheating. he's smarter than he looks, and videogames are a very straightforward activity: you just have to win, and puppy is viciously competitive. sure, he loves to play up the dumb sex-crazed bimbo type all the time - and by the gods does puppy know how to turn it the fuck up - but he's got some depth to him.

not a lot, to be true, but enough.

when lance throws his controller in admitted defeat, puppy preens just a little. it's nice to win.

but you know what's even nicer?

dick. ]

I can make it up to you, if you want, [ puppy coos, as he turns off the tv and the console with an artful lean forward. ] How sore of a loser are you feeling?

text;

[thermos]

[ oh boy. oh boy, he can't believe he is actually going to do this.

it's okay, nate. you got this. you got this. probably(?). ]

hey puppy, are you busy? i want to talk to you about something.

[sheers]

[ oh ey it's one of his boys ]

yeah? what's going on, i'm making dinner.

how many months later #yolo

[thermos]

hey

puppy: dies

[sheers]

[he's literally zooming to the text, thanks]

hey! how are you?

[sseuda]

[ this trial run of staying with puppy has continued a little longer than tj expected; though an optimist at heart, he had approached with caution, knowing he hadn't been the only one, accepting it for what it was. his life is inconsistent and he doesn't expect to maintain long relationships as much as he wants to be in one, to be someone's boyfriend.

but they don't use labels, even if he spends most of his nights in this bed, returning to his own tiny place a few times a week for some space to himself, to rest his head on late nights when he doesn't want to disturb puppy. it's a precarious but he manages it well. after all, he has been a wolf without a pack who prefers to fend for himself. even someone like tj has difficulty giving up a little bit of that independence.

this morning finds himself very warm, very comfortable beneath the blankets as the sun begins to filter in through the window. he's somehow unwrapped himself from the other in his sleep, having rolled onto his stomach, hair sticking up this way and that. lately, he sleeps in just his underwear and a shirt, with the days growing warmer and even warmer body tucked up next to him. though mostly asleep, however, tj is faintly aware of the movement of said body, rhythmic and determined as he tries to find consciousness again. ]

Nnn, [ he groans, yawning as he turns his face directly into the pillow beneath his head. ] Puppy... ?

[sheers]

[ he woke up hot. it's the kind of hot that feels like a fever, sweeping through his body in incessant waves, and puppy is intimately familiar with what it means.

his first thought is oh, it's early.

his second thought is, oh, fuck.

it's three in the morning when it wakes him up. at first it's just a pleasant tingle, this perfectly nestled sensation lying low in his belly, and puppy crosses his ankles as he lets the first bloom of heat ride through him. this is just morning wood, he tells himself; nothing unusual. he's woken up to this many times before, and he's fallen right back to sleep after an idle handjob or two.

the feeling keeps cresting, though. puppy falls in and out of fitful half-sleep as his body slowly gets consumed by heat, and by the time the sun has started to peek through the windows, puppy is on the verge of waking tj up for the sole purpose of riding him.

he doesn't, though. not yet, or at least, not any time soon. it's been a strange few weeks of living with tj - puppy's never spent this long with anyone before. tj stays after sex, cuddles him to sleep, holds his hand in the mornings when puppy's struggling to make something to eat for breakfast. it's... good. it settles something in puppy that he desperately doesn't want to acknowledge.

tj's been very good to him. so puppy doesn't wake him, even as he struggles his way out of the sheets. he tries his best to be quiet as he reaches under the bed for the box where his toys are, and he settles for the first thick heavy thing he lays his hand on.

it goes in easy; he never has to lube up when the heat starts. puppy starts slow at first, letting the girth of the toy settle his nerves a little, but it quickly becomes too little, too poor a substitute for what his body wants, and puppy ends up frustratedly rolling his hips down on the toy, hand between his thighs as he works the toy in and in and in.

he doesn't realize tj's woken up until he hears his name, and even then-- ]

...Too hot. 'M too... Mmmh...

[ he curls up into a ball, burrowing against tj's side as he continues to rock his hips in a sad attempt to sate the heat coursing through him. ]

It's early. Sorry, I'm-- It's my heat.

[moongardens]

since we've got such a big day tomorrow
what do you want to do to r&r tonight?

[sheers]

wait
what are we doing???

[dogflower]

[ Context? PSSSSH

Don't think about it too much, just accept that at this moment the purer of the two Puppies is leaning way down in order to kiss his friend on the forehead.

Probably for a job well done? What did Puppy do? Good question, maybe he has managed to refrain from dad fucking, or has gone a whole week without making salacious comments at his much cleaner friend.

Either way, this is a reward. Good job, boyo. ]

[sheers]

[ well, it's certainly not the dad fucking.

getting forehead kisses is a new experience, though, and puppy is more than excited about it. it comes as a surprise, at first, and then he's turning around and throwing his arms around taller puppy's middle. more kisses please. ]

Give. I've been good.

ok its like a cafe au

[unattractive]

( the bell of the cafe door chimes somewhere in the late evening, cain perking up from his perch at the counter. it's nearing the end of his shift, but he's happy enough to see a regular, cheerful face as puppy bounds up to the register, abruptly pulling cain out of his thoughts ( mainly revolving around what he's eating tonight, who he's sharing a bed with ). )

Well, well. Here I thought you forgot about me.

( it's been a little while. his eyes lift up appreciatively, some measure of amusement stuck in his throat. )

The usual?

cafe!!! au!!!

[sheers]

I don't forget hot people easily.

[puppy draws some uncertain looks from his neighboring clients, given that he's speaking with his outdoor voice and he's... well, dressed just enough to count as "dressed", oversized jacket notwithstanding. he runs hot all the time, even during the cooler days; he's long learned to ignore other people who find his means of coping to be a little too exposed for polite company.

and anyway, puppy's not polite. which is why he's leaning right across the counter and giving cain a quick peck on the cheek.]

Steamed sweet milk with strawberries and cream, please. Did you miss me?

[sseuda]

​​[​ knock knock.

someone is at the door with milk. and cookies, mostly for puppy but also himself. he was out all night doing wolf things and hadn't returned to puppy without a text. it's his way of apologizing even though he technically knows he doesn't need to, given the open nature of their relationship. ​]

[sheers]

[ the knock draws puppy out of his half-sleep, sprawled as he is across the chaise longue. he shucks off the silk robe that's pooled around his shoulders and waist, running up to the front door barefooted and throwing it wide open.

the faint sweet scent of milk and baked goods do little to cover the sharpness of tj's sweat, but puppy doesn't mind. hell, he likes it that way - sweetness accenting salt-smoke notes and that everpresent touch of earth laced through.

with a soft smile puppy throws arms around tj's neck, rising up on his toes to give him a peck on the lips. ]

You came back.

[convulsing]

Wanna go drinking? I don't remember seeing you drunk. I bet you're a funny drunk.

You're old enough to get drunk right?

[sheers]

i'm old enough to get drunk, but i don't drink. it makes me sick. i can watch you get drunk though. i'll just have all the milk. where are you?

[congruence]

[ look, it's your favorite most hated daddy finally responding to your constant yowling. ]

I have a surprise for you.

[sheers]

[PAPA ;A;!!! LET HIM IN ALREADY LET HIM COME HOME also please meet puppy's new boyfriend he is the cutest]

can i come home now?

TEXT from a familiar number of your choice

[dogone]

who is this?

[sheers]

i'm puppy

and you're himchan

is this a game?

from an unknown number???

[participate]

send me a selfie.
don't ask.

oops

[sheers]

[sends a couple pics of himself, lovingly snapped by himchan back when his hair was still dyed black.]

now tell me i'm cute.

[sheers]

[ from here. ]

are you the kind of ugly that can't be fixed, then?
it's okay, we'll do our best to fix you
where do you wanna start?

for daseul

[sheers]

but what's wrong with fucking other guys? why is it a big deal?

[tastelast]

if youre fucking whoever you want you cant reasonably expect himchan not to do the same if he wanted

[sheers]

oh you're married
is that like a forever thing? do you two never sleep with anyone else?
that sounds really depressing

and i trust himchan! i'm just afraid he'll leave me. people leave all the time. it scares me a lot.

[increment]

yeah, it's a forever thing. that's how marriage works. it's been centuries and neither one of us has slept with anyone else.

talk to him. tell him that.

for graverobs

[sheers]

[ from here ]

i got a good bang out of it, but it could've been better honestly, for the kind of dick he had.

i'm coming down. please comfort me.

[graverobs]

he sounds like a tool.
i mean, he kissed my freaking forehead for opening the door for you guys the morning after.

they're chocolate chip. that's gotta count for something.

for kakushibori

[sheers]

[ from here ]

we can make a game out of it too, if you want. you can kiss every part of me as you take your clothes off me, or i can kiss you while you strip me down.

let's meet again?

[kakushibori]

could do that, yeah
either one, I'm not picky. your mouth feels amazing

just let me know the time and place, pup

hi dana i want to love puppy

[restrict]

hey, it's the dude you bumped into in starbucks. i think we swapped phones on accident

hello hello hello

[sheers]

oh
i got locked out of your phone, then
i can't open it to call you
call me