draino | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

Why would I need you to look sluttier?

[He picks his way over to the bed and has a seat, looking amused.]

[Socks thrown to the side, he's wiggling out of his shirt - stuck with his arms in by his torso, and having to haul himself forward to pull his collar up over his head. Don't help him. He's got this. He's got this seriously sexy display, just for you.]

... Don't you want a mysterious, sexy twink? That's what most people want when they pick their sugarbaby - not the nerds.

[Not actually self deprecatory. He's actually quite balanced, looking to Harry after getting his shirt off and in his lap, while unwinding his arms from it.]

Nerd-liker.

Mm. No.

[Harry unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it.]

I like people who are good conversation. And yes, I love nerds. I am a nerd. I like to hear about what people are passionate about.

I thought sugar babies liked their daddies less drunk and depressed.

Yeah, well. I'm not like most sugar babies.

[On account of already being set up financially for life, not giving a shit about a lot of high end goods and just wanting to be entertained on a personal level. Harry's somehow tapped into that with the story telling and emotional entrapment. Stupid sexy old men and their weird attractive personalities. Kieran throws his shirt off the bed, and then pauses while pushing down his sweats so they sit low on his hips - he reaches over to start helping Harry undress.]

Am I good conversation?

Indeed.

[He lets Kieran get his trousers undone, lifting a bit so they can be tugged off.]

You are. I didn't think you would be, honestly, but you're entertaining. You just say things.

Yeah, you low key called me dumb before. But you're not exactly wrong.

[Pulling Harry's pants down just to his thighs, same with his underwear - reaching for his cock most immediately. It just feels important to punctuate that sentence with a pump of it, to really drive home the "yes, your ditzy boytoy?" vibe.]

I like learning about stuff from you. You don't just wanna fuck and fly, y'know?

I did. Which was a little mean of me.

[He smiles, letting Kieran touch him.]

Well, I'm lonely. That plays a big part, I'm sure.

But you're very enjoyable. I've no regrets about seeing you. And I really would pay for your holiday.

Good, 'cause I really wanna go to the beach.

[-with you implied, hand moving a bit before he's stretching across Harry to look for lube. He knocks a book off the nightstand which sends a series of other items off after it like lemmings, and he just sort of. Defeatedly stares before resuming the rustling one-handedly through the drawer. He'll get all that later.]

D'you wanna be on top?

[Said as he slicks his hand, and Harry's cock - before carrying on with the conversation:]

Whenever you're feeling lonely, just hit me up. Doesn't have to be for sex. I still have to teach you how to play the Sims.

As do I.

[Harry watches this little tragedy and laughs softly. While Kieran is busy he wriggles out of his clothes completely.]

Mm, no. You on top. I'm lazy.

Ah, Kieran. You're very sweet. But I don't think that's wise. I tend to... feel too much.

[What does that have to do with the Sims? Oh, right, not the brightest cookie right here - he unfurrows his brow and gracelessly gets rid of his sweats so that he can straddle Harry. He's up on his knees, slickening himself up with two fingers while returning his gaze slowly to Harry. You want a lazy fuck, you're gonna get one - he's taking his time, too.]

It's fine. Feeling too much, or whatever, I mean. You're still all sensitive from the other guy, you'll get through the - you know. I'm like zero risk for getting attached to. Just think of me as your stupid sugar baby. And I was serious, I'm gonna show you the Sims...

[He says that last bit with a soft sigh, huffing as he returns to pumping Harry until he feels firm enough to try and guide into himself.]

[Harry might have to swear off the twinks, but they are undeniably hot. He watches Kieran, cock swelling, enjoying every moment.]

You're not actually stupid. And I know that you're right, but... I don't know. I'm an old fool.

Are you? I would like that.

[He holds Kieran's hips gently as he lowers himself down.]

[He rolls his eyes at 'old fool' but doesn't try to convince Harry to drop that - not yet, anyway. He's got other things to focus on, namely that too-familiar stretch that accompanies Harry's cock. He could take him faster than he does on account of the lack of pain, but he opts to maintain their easy-going lazefest.]

Yeah. I tried to text you a list of expansion packs I wanted but my texts are all fucked up now. Guess you know about that, yeah - hmmgh.

[A slow rhythm emerges, of rising and falling.]

You play any games? Card, board... drinking, any of the above?

Yes. I've received several that were not meant for me, including nudes. Which could be so much worse, really.

Oh. Just like that, yes.

[He wraps a hand around Kieran's cock so he can fuck into it.]

There's a trivia night at my local pub. I attend that quite regularly.

Who did you send your want list to?

I wanna see nudes. I barely got any nudes, what the hell.

[Said with a sigh - he did see some good tits. But you think there'd be way more slutty people around to flood his inbox. He's quiet for a beat, sinking deeper onto Harry until he's resting flush, gyrating his hips while he takes a breath before resuming the up and down and the nice feeling of rocking into Harry's hand.]

I don't know who - who I sent them to, they were rude, though. What kind of - triv, trivia?

I suppose I was just lucky.

Mm. Then they don't deserve your time.

It's... there are different categories. I'm best at. Oh. The natural sciences. We've another person on our team who handles music, someone who knows film...

Oh, Kieran, that's lovely.

I want to be on your team. I know pop culture.

[And anime and manga. And a lot of weird niche internet kinks. Furryism? He keeps moving, spurred on by Harry's praise with a breathy laugh and a show of white teeth in a wide reaching smile.]

So you're - you're saying if we had a trivia night here, we'd kick ass, right?

[Clearly.]

Oh, absolutely.

[He lifts his hips up, bites his lower lip.]

No way we could lose.

Did. Ah. You learn anything interesting with your accidental texts?

That my sister's freaky and - and, ah, that I was gonna get tit pics either way.

[He's breathy, focusing on movement which is why it takes a second before:]

From Ren. Not my sister. Though she has good tits too.

Your sister?

Oh. Ren. Yes, fantastic breasts, actually. You're having it off with her, then?

[Oddly feels like cheering him on?]

Yeah, Mila? You meet her yet? Knockout blonde, legs as tall as I am?

[He laughs. Then seems to be - embarrassed? Shut up. He's not blushing.]

She's alright... I mean, I think she's cool. And hot, or whatever.

[He shudders, is it weird to feel like you might end up coming while fucking one person and talking about another?]

Mm. Maybe.

[He might be trying to fuck her ok]

Extremely hot. You've excellent taste.

[He laughs softly and tightens his grip on Kieran's dick.]

Are you close already?

A little.

[He admits with a smile - it helps that they're talking about a hot chick and that he feels... happy and elated? He nods his head after a beat, and keeps moving, picking up the pace a little if anything. Why? Because:]

It's fine, I'm good to keep riding after 'til you do. Keep it nice and firm like that?

That's alright. I'm only teasing you.

[Especially because speeding things up pushes him closer, too.

He keeps his grip as it is.]

Go on.

Hmph.

[But despite the grunt, Kieran's in a good mood about it - he uses the next few minutes to work himself up, gyrating his hips to the right angle and rhythm and rising and falling on Harry's cock while feeling the best of his hand around his own, softly sighing and biting into his lower lip. It's not for show, surprisingly, because he's so locked in on getting off he doesn't even stop to think of the little lewd noises and needy shake that builds in his thighs right before...]

F-Faster, just a lit-little...

[Happy to oblige, Harry moves his hand quickly and firmly instead of keeping it passive. His hips rise at much as they can of their own volition, his breath coming quicker now.]

Come, Kieran.

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cw: just smut btw

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