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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[mygoodsir]

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.

[deadnerve]

[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.]

cw: just smut btw

[mygoodsir]

[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.]

[deadnerve]

[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?

[mygoodsir]

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?

[deadnerve]

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?

[mygoodsir]

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.

[deadnerve]

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.]

[mygoodsir]

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?

[deadnerve]

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.

[mygoodsir]

Your sister?

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

[Oddly feels like cheering him on?]

[deadnerve]

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?]

[mygoodsir]

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?

[deadnerve]

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?

[mygoodsir]

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.

[deadnerve]

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...

[mygoodsir]

[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.

[deadnerve]

[Ugh, he's getting a Thing for Harry ordering him to nut, he can feel it. He rides Harry like a prize bull, hips rolling and body moving with fluidity to every rise of Harry's hips, head jerking back when he spills into his fingers and tightens around him as that warmth floods through his body like a summer wave.

His head slowly lolls forward, hips slowed but still moving, and he's breathing in little pants.]

Fuck.

[mygoodsir]

Indeed.

[Said breathlessly because he's only moments behind - the tightening and spasming of Kieran's body is impossible to ignore. Harry's fingers all grab for his skinny hips, digging in as his own snap up and grind. He grunts and comes hard and deep.

Tension unspools from his body gradually and he blinks his vision clear before tapping Kieran's thighs.]

Up and off.

[deadnerve]

[There isn't even enough of a braincell in Kieran's head right now to form a snarky or crude comment, he's just pleasantly dazed until Harry tells him to move and he reluctantly does so. He can feel himself still pulse a bit as he slides off Harry's cock, feeling the emptiness left behind with a soft grunt and a trail of warm cum down his thigh.

He just sort of topples to the bed, next to Harry, cheek against the sheets and body made of rubber. He'll worm closer in a second - just...]

I needed that.

[mygoodsir]

Did you?

[He reaches over to ruffle Kieran's hair.]

[deadnerve]

Yeah.

[He likes that touch, and snuggles in like a cat before sighing and putting his chin on Harry's chest.]

I need a cigarette. You want one?

[mygoodsir]

No thank you. They're awful for you, you know.

[But he won't stop him.]

[deadnerve]

You know, doctors are allowed some bad habits.

[But he snorts, squirming to sit up and fish his cigarettes and lighter from the night-stand. He manages to light one while laying flat on his back a second later, swatting at the smoke his first puff brings to keep it away from Harry.]

[mygoodsir]

Obviously, or I wouldn't be here.

[He sighs and just lays there, basking in the sweaty afterglow.]

I ought to show you pictures of lungs. Scare you into quitting.