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Duplicity IC Inbox [ un: jbenjamin ]
you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.
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you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.
you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.
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Damn. Waist's a little too small. Looks like your dick sucking days aren't over yet.
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[ he's mostly kidding
maybe. ]
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is it rude to ask for dick sucking references??
hold on.
checking network ID pic.
hmmm. ]
Yeah okay.
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Which is a joke.
If you're that desperate for pants and a shower, come by the Dom hotel. Shower first, pants after.
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not that i don't like a good dick
but i really. really really could use a nice shower.
when can i head over?
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Floor 43.
Leave all mildew spores at the door, thank you.
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got it.
be there in like thirty?
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[ wtf just happened even ]
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he pauses before knocking, glancing to the side.
he said he was joking about the bj right? right.
and knocking. short, quick, before placing hands behind his back. ]
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the door swings open, and jack's brows go up, because wow, he is really pretty, despite his lack of decent showering.
right. the mildew. that thought in mind, while tristan is very nice to look at, jack takes a wide step back, holding open the door, and holding out an arm to gesture into the apartment. ]
Through the living room, door on the right - bathroom's connected to the bedroom.
[ and it's a pretty nice one, congrats, he's letting you use the master. get on with ur smelly sad self. ]
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You this nice to every sub who accidentally texts you?
[ not that he's refusing, already toeing off his shoes and picking them up by his fingers. ]
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[ he's actually a rude bitch, but then again, he doesn't get a lot of accidental texts, and - ]
Only the ones who tell me they shower in mildew and sadness.
[ none of them mention that part. he might have, honestly. that's just gross. ]
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I'll keep that in mind. [ a finger poised in midair as if he's writing something in the empty space in front of him ] "Stranger likes the pathetic ones."
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[ holy tattoos, batman, those are ridiculously beautiful, actually? Jack’s not always big into the ink thing, but tristan seems like he’s wearing art around on his skin, so he’s enjoying it, his gaze clearly wandering, though his hand stretches out to grab up a plastic shopping back, holding it open and out with a shake. Clothes go in here. And then they go in the washing machine. ]
The stranger’s name is Jack. Come on, the rest of it goes too. You’ll get it back after it’s been washed. [ do not take your mildew spore garments into his bedroom, please. And for the sake of modesty and not being a creeper - ] I can turn around if it makes you feel better.
[ or he can keep eyeing up your gorgeously tattooed self, you know, whatever you’re chill with. ]
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Sexy.
[ there a moment where he eyes the plastic bag and then eyes jack a few times before dropping his shirt there and beginning to handle his belt. his eyes don't leave jack's, as if trying to assess him, or maybe hold his attention Up Here as he removes his jeans. whether or not he succeeds is obviously a toss up and regardless of whether jack's eyes wander or not, he's... well. he's going for it.
he's naked as a jay by the time he's down to pushing the last article of his clothing in the bag. ]
There you go, Jack. All of it.
[ oh god he's ass naked in a stranger's apartment. he presses his lips together briefly, but instead of the urge to cover his junk, he just sets his hands on his hips instead. ]