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Oh.
[ He needs to be careful, needs to not make too much noise in response to the filthy words. Anyone could stumble across the classroom and hear him, and then he'd have to die of embarrassment.
But Ronan makes it hard - pun, intended - to ignore how much he aches or the rushing in his ears, to pretend he doesn't want. ]
Jesus, yes. [ He can imagine it, Ronan fucking himself on his fingers, nice and slick so that Adam could just crawl to him, press him down against the sheets, slide inside. ] I swear to God, if you don't --.
[ Well, it's an empty threat. He'd just do it for him. ]
[ He needs to be careful, needs to not make too much noise in response to the filthy words. Anyone could stumble across the classroom and hear him, and then he'd have to die of embarrassment.
But Ronan makes it hard - pun, intended - to ignore how much he aches or the rushing in his ears, to pretend he doesn't want. ]
Jesus, yes. [ He can imagine it, Ronan fucking himself on his fingers, nice and slick so that Adam could just crawl to him, press him down against the sheets, slide inside. ] I swear to God, if you don't --.
[ Well, it's an empty threat. He'd just do it for him. ]
as gorgeous as i would look in a three-piece, i think you could find more use for it.
besides, having you there works in my favour.
besides, having you there works in my favour.
[ Obviously, she's been expecting him. That doesn't mean she gives any indication. In fact, she's still sprawled over the length of her sofa, legs over the arm of it, a delicate shoe dangling off of one foot. Her dress is pooled halfway up her thighs, hair down. Her phone is held above her head as she idly scrolls through the latest fashion blog. She looks the picture of spoilt boredom.
Eventually, she does look his way, letting her head loll to the side, mouth twitching with amusement as she gives him the once over. ]
Hullo.
[ The phone gets casually tossed aside and she lifts her hand, lazily beckoning him closer. ]
And I do. You can pour me a drink.
[ She's a terrible human being. ]
Eventually, she does look his way, letting her head loll to the side, mouth twitching with amusement as she gives him the once over. ]
Hullo.
[ The phone gets casually tossed aside and she lifts her hand, lazily beckoning him closer. ]
And I do. You can pour me a drink.
[ She's a terrible human being. ]
Are you sure? I always thought you tried to insult me as a form of foreplay.
[ Still giving her his best unimpressed look, he walks towards her small makeshift bar, pouring a glass of straight vodka - at this point, he knows her poison. But instead of handing it off to Petunia, he leans back against the bar, the glass dangling between two fingers. ]
You're going to have to start paying me a lot more if you want me to be your maid, Pet.
You're going to have to start paying me a lot more if you want me to be your maid, Pet.
( continued )
i'm not jealous.
so you must be mad.
[ She is going to throw her phone at some expensive car. Cause some real damage. ]
i'm not jealous.
so you must be mad.
[ She is going to throw her phone at some expensive car. Cause some real damage. ]
using google is cheating, isn't that the rule of scrabble night?
( continued )
mm. everyone tells me it's the dead husk in the centre of my chest, so it's probably not that great a feat.
only if you're a very good boy.
those kind of performances are of an exclusive sort.
mm. everyone tells me it's the dead husk in the centre of my chest, so it's probably not that great a feat.
only if you're a very good boy.
those kind of performances are of an exclusive sort.
Am I paying you now?
[ She swings her legs over to the floor, heels kicked off so that when she rises it's on to her bare feet. Petunia doesn't even bother to smooth out the creases on her dress, just wanders over to him slowly. ]
I'll have to tell my accountant, he's already cross with me.
[ She sounds bored, the affected air of an airhead socialite. She stops, mere inches from him, eyes roving over his body. ]
What's your price?
[ She swings her legs over to the floor, heels kicked off so that when she rises it's on to her bare feet. Petunia doesn't even bother to smooth out the creases on her dress, just wanders over to him slowly. ]
I'll have to tell my accountant, he's already cross with me.
[ She sounds bored, the affected air of an airhead socialite. She stops, mere inches from him, eyes roving over his body. ]
What's your price?
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