exitiabile | wearing a warning sign;

well, aren’t you resourceful.
breaking my commitments is tempting.
risk bambi’s wrath or have you squeeze my ass? choices.

what if i can’t?
are you still going to make me wonder?

i will make it up to you
i can squeeze your ass if you want
but i also like the taste of peaches too
especially when they are ripe and plump yes?

but if you cannot then you will have to dream of my hands
and my tongue
and my cock

there is a boy here with curly hair like you
maybe he will not be so busy

ripe, plump, and willing. served as a rarity special. intoxicating as a peach gin cocktail.
is that a request?

oh, i can dream, but then i might have to find a fillorian boy with just a lovely mouth as yours.
you see,
thinking of you leaves me horny.
that won’t do. maybe my own hand won’t do?

you’ll ruin them, ketzel.

can it be a request if the prettiest bartender is not here :(
i would like to try it but he says he is busy

but you will not find a boy with a mouth like mine
just like i will not find a boy with hands like yours
we will both be so sad all because of you

but you could stop thinking of me ano?
and just come find me little king
catch me if you can ;)

well, i might be more inclined if i can see the ketzel’s face. convince me.
send me your sad face, will you?
maybe then he’ll get his peach for being good.

you’re right.
they couldn’t compare to you.
did i ever tell you you’re a brat???
perhaps i like bratty boys too much.
my own fault.

so it seems my favorite brat is teasing me. truly unfair.

[ a picture comes first, an image of the silver haired boy at a neon lit bar, sipping from a fancy glass, his lips a plump pout against the glass. ]

bratty?
i do not know this word remember

but if i am already your favorite
you must invite me home
or come dance with me
let me take a bite of that peach in the dark
it is not just my legs that are fast you know

{ the sore sight of the reddish tinge to pietro’s full lips makes eliot groan and get some looks before he waves them off. seriously, does he knows how to pick his favorites. }

i can’t tell if you’re doing it on purpose now.
you’re terrible for me.
i want to do terrible things to you when you’re around.
all the time.

and give them a show?
well, your teeth do leave nice marks.
do you think you’ll manage leaving me one?
i’d take you home then,
or to the back rooms where i know it’ll just be you and i.

too bad you are not around then
i will have to find some other boy
maybe he will do terrible things too

did i not leave a mark last time
your shoulder was so purple
just like my thigh
if you take me home i will put my teeth everywhere
you will have a mark for weeks nie?
but taking me to the back
will you fuck me into the booth seat
or will it be the table
we could even use the wall
leave a hole in it

does the wild kitten want to play? little catnip and you’re already slutty for someone else?
perhaps you’ll need to be punished?

it wasn’t purple enough. do you forget i can magic it away? had to for this.
there’s heat here when it’s cold over there, so my dress shirt is sheer, silky and soft.
you could easily rip it.
can’t let them see, or should i?

with your god given muscles, i’ll make you see stars and you’ll have no choice but to break the wall, or the table, or the booth… when you cum.

why would you magic it away?
or is it that it means a slutty boy surprised you
you will have to punish me when you visit
for leaving a mark
and i will rip open your shirt to be punished some more
how will you punish me pěkná květina?

will you come play with me
or is this bambi too demanding
she could come too
i don’t mind sharing

oh, the slutty boy knew what he was doing.
it’s politics, darling.
maybe i’ll withhold your orgasm for a while, not let you come until i say so? or will a spank do? a hand around your beautiful throat? you tell me.

tempting.
i don’t mind sharing if i know it’s premium. most are not.
my bambi is,
but you see,
that would be a reward.
she’s more ruthless than me.

surprise me daddy

it’s not punishment if i know what is coming yes?
or is it you are afraid i will like your bambi more?
it is very tempting since you will not pay attention to me

you can’t just

{ consider five whole minutes have passed, probably an eternity for the little minx. }

i’m not afraid when i know you might. she’s the only woman to hold my attention and i like dick.
but then i’ll see your gorgeous peach less,
how sad.
how much attention does the greedy boy deserve?
does he deserve tonight?

did you feel that i will call you daddy all night
that way if you find another pretty boy
i know it is me who made your cock want it yes?

i am a not so good little boy
i don’t know what i deserve
but i still want it
you called this bratty? greedy, no?
will you show me what i deserve daddy?
i will be ready for you i promise

is that what gets you going?
for daddy to fuck someone else, but only be able to think of you?
temping, but i prefer a solid first edition.

you know what, i don’t think i want a good boy. naughty ones are more fun to play with.
to tame the brat or let the brat do as he pleases?
you deserve the holy trinity: my mouth, cock, hands.
what will you do while you wait?

no of course not
but it would be very amusing no?
that you would think of me and fuck a different boy
he would not be nearly as good

but i will always do as i please
it is luck that it pleases you too
but i will go somewhere comfortable
read a book
eat a snack - a peach yes?
or take a hot shower
use my own hand to make me ready
you are what - four fingers pretty king?

hm. is that what you were planning tonight?
i wonder if anyone else can fill you up the way i do?
probably not, but they could try.
do you miss being truly full, ketzel?

it does please me.
i like my boys to have a bite even when i eventually submit their will.
sometimes i forget you’re a cute speedster.
your recovery is unfair, but i also get to see your o face more than once.
funny. it seems i am made to chase you.
maybe you’ll be four fingers in and on your second o when i get to you.

yes
i miss it
are you happy now little king?

but you were always made to chase me
it is the fun part
because i like letting you catch me
letting you think you’ve won
it is very cute on your pretty face

the shower is very hot btw
the hot water might run out before my second o
i’m already close

almost.
i don’t think i will be until you choke on my dick.

{ oh, what a love language. }

then i will have to see how effective my catching skills are.
you’re going to turn me into a perv,
figuring out ways to lure you into my web.

i would ask for a picture,
but you’re a terrible tease.
so…
whose shower are you in?

i do not choke on your dick
i will even swallow it deeper to prove it yes?

and you will have to guess
am i in your shower with that funny tub
the little feet
am i in mine
or maybe it is the pretty bartender
the one who saved your drink

[ sure enough, however, there's another message - a picture taken in a sleek, modern shower with fogged glass. there's nothing but wet, silver hair and the long slope of his back to show. eliot might even be able to see the curve of his ass and the reach of his arm behind himself. ]

yes. it is much hotter to see you have no gag reflex.
such a pornographic dream.

too bad you can't come out here,
the bathtub is too large for one.
i’d have you sitting on the edge with your dick in my mouth while i open you up.

{ it's not as if he didn't already have the button granting him passage from and to fillory right away. would it be irresponsible to use it? probably... he's already tempted to press the button and just go.

he saves the photo, instantly adding it to his favorites album. the visual alone causes his pants to tighten. so much so that he has to palm his crotch to calm it. therefore — }

very rude ketzel

i do not know the way to your bath tub
but i like my shower more
i would like it better if you were here

you asked for proof
i give you proof
i am obedient yes? ;)
you can still open me up
you can still swallow my dick
but you are not here :(((
so tell me
what should i do?

[ another picture - this one just pietro pouting, but his hair sticks to his forehead, his skin flushes pink, and the angle is steep enough to see his hands have left the curve of his own ass, instead coming to his front. ]

look at you, getting all nice and clean.
makes the peach more tempting.
perhaps i want to taste after your lovely fingers finish?
or lick the pink flush from the hot water?
too many choices, darling.

{ it’s not a difficult decision to inform tick he’ll be back later, that he won’t be meeting the neighboring arrivals until tomorrow. it’s the goddamn pictures.

when he presses the button, it sends him directly to pietro’s room. it’s a quiet drop, to his advantage. eliot ends up sitting on the bed, the shower heard from a distance through the wall. instead of walking over, he keeps to his teasing. he wants to see how frustrated pietro can get, for now. }

what to do with you?
you did listen. makes me horny ;)
what naughty influence you’re being today,
making me come find you.
seduce me.

Edited 2022-03-06 14:54 (UTC)

[ there's a nice view of the lake on the compound from his room - one wall all tall windows overlooking the grounds. the room itself isn't exactly personalized - there are running shoes left splayed by the door, a shirt or sweatshirt cast aside. the covers on the bed are rumpled, the bed unmade. there is a small picture on the dressed, tattered and torn, of a bright eyed boy and a widely-grinning girl with two adults in a rundown apartment. otherwise, it could be anyone's room.

the door to the bathroom is open, steam and the smell of his bodywash pouring out. ]

who says you have to make one choice
we have options and time ano?

[ there's a hum, something low and pleased from the bathroom - fingers stroking and finding the right pace. ]

if you were here i would seduce you
it is very easy to ;)
i would kiss you because you like my mouth
maybe i would sit in your lap like this
get your jeans wet?
show you with my own fingers how ready i am
but then maybe i will not touch your dick at all
only let you look until you come

{ the space is minimalist, but what he’s gathered from pietro over these sporadic beginning months they’ve been in and out of each other’s lives, is that it strangely suits him. eliot is more organized, likes to be too over the top with his silk sheets and colorful wardrobe when he can. he likes the contrast, more than most would think. to see a once happy family on the dresser. something in him tugs, but he shakes it away when he hears the sound of a pleased pietro.

it doesn’t take him long to recenter back to hornyville. }

well, aren’t you greedy with my time?
i’m not that easy, love.

{ lies. he’s easy for pietro, has become lately. the testament is unbuttoning his sheer shirt, the silky scarf slipping from its knot and hanging off his chest. his bulge has grown, and he has to bite down on his bottom lip to not make a noise as his hand rubs along the seam of his pants where he’s obviously hard. }

you do have an unfair mouth.
you’ll have to blindfold me if you intend on me not touching you.
you’re too tempting from sight alone.
but if you asked nicely,
i might.
what body wash do you use? you always smell as nice as my armani.

i do want to see if your fingers will do, if they can fill you the way mine do?

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