Don't start sending boring dick pics just because every other basic bitchboy does, Rook. You can do better than that...
[And then, that's when the picture arrives.
And Eun is quiet for a moment as she stares at it, because he's beautiful. Because his hair and his everything look amazing. And he's in bed. And maybe he's not in anything particularly exotic but somehow he makes nap-comfort look sexy and she finds herself squeezing her legs together a little tighter looking at him now.
And in this picture she can see enough of his face to see him looking in the camera...which she likes almost as much as the shape of his lips and the reminder that not that long ago they'd been pressed tight against her, between her thighs.]
Like that is...yes, that's just what I wanted. Pictures like these are better than dick pics.
[Eun usually makes other people come to her, but the desire to put on some shoes and head to his place is stronger than she'd expected.]
Though if I was there I would have slid my hands under your shirt to drag it up. [Her texting is getting better. She's remembering to capitalize. Her thoughts are clearer, which he might be able to tell as she responds to him now.] I had all sorts of other ideas to bring up with you tonight but I think they've all been diverted for the moment...
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[And then, that's when the picture arrives.
And Eun is quiet for a moment as she stares at it, because he's beautiful. Because his hair and his everything look amazing. And he's in bed. And maybe he's not in anything particularly exotic but somehow he makes nap-comfort look sexy and she finds herself squeezing her legs together a little tighter looking at him now.
And in this picture she can see enough of his face to see him looking in the camera...which she likes almost as much as the shape of his lips and the reminder that not that long ago they'd been pressed tight against her, between her thighs.]
Like that is...yes, that's just what I wanted. Pictures like these are better than dick pics.
[Eun usually makes other people come to her, but the desire to put on some shoes and head to his place is stronger than she'd expected.]
Though if I was there I would have slid my hands under your shirt to drag it up. [Her texting is getting better. She's remembering to capitalize. Her thoughts are clearer, which he might be able to tell as she responds to him now.] I had all sorts of other ideas to bring up with you tonight but I think they've all been diverted for the moment...