𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

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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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[chokedout]

Mm, well. Eat big tomorrow and I'll give you a good workout afterward.

[He pats Harry on the belly.]

And if you ask nice I could give you a taste tonight too. But only if you want. I like this too- it's cozy.

[mygoodsir]

[Harry flushes slightly. He is a slim man, but his belly is soft and furry. He's a little self conscious about it when he's not drunk.]

Tell me: what do you like, sexually? Not what do you think will turn me on, just what do you like?

[chokedout]

What do I like?

[It feels like a foreign question for a second - something he's got to get used to answering, blaming that on relationship after relationship and fling after fling tainting his view. But he doesn't come up empty - he just thoughtfully chews his lip for a beat before answering:]

I like a little romance too - when it's soft, or slow. Rhythmic, almost. I like feeling someone kiss my neck and tell me all the reasons they like me, or want me. I like it just as much as the rough and tumble. I know they're two separate zones but - I like them in even balance. Do you prefer topping?

[mygoodsir]

I see. That's really rather sweet of you.

[He smiles.]

Not really. That is, I enjoy both equally. But when one goes on holiday to a manor full of twinks one usually winds up playing daddy.

[chokedout]

Well, I'm a good switch. So we can play with that as we see fit then, too.

[Twinks rarely get to flex those muscles in manors like this, after all!]

[mygoodsir]

Mm. I can't imagine you won't fit.

[He says it like he doesn't realise it's suggestive.]

[chokedout]

[Theo laughs again, and then is back up on his elbow - mostly so he can flip to lay more soundly against Harry, hand to his cheek as he delivers a soft but slow kiss. You've earned it, Oldsir.]

[mygoodsir]

[It's good to kiss back. Comfortable. Like he's done it before a hundred times.]

[chokedout]

[Theo comes up for air a moment later, then pecks at the corner of Harry's lips. His hand feels over his cheek, almost like he's missing something there.]

You know, if we don't fuck tonight - It'd only be fair for me to fill your inbox with nudes. Ever been nude-bombed?

[mygoodsir]

I can't say that I've been bombed, no. How is that different from regular nudes?

[chokedout]

Ohhhh, just you wait.

[Theo says, before rolling over the other way to find his phone - give him just a minute. He'll roll right on back to the warm divot at Harry's side, phone up in the air as he's flipping around through it.]

I'm sending you my best.

[There will be, at the end of it, 42 new notifications on Harry's phone - wherever it may be.]

[mygoodsir]

I eagerly await.

What qualifies as a bad nude, do you think?

[Just gonna... cuddle up...]

[chokedout]

Bad lighting.

[Said open and earnest. Iggy, he thinks, would agree.]

Maybe something about angles. You gotta know what ones to use to make your dick look its best?

[mygoodsir]

Well, then I've been doing this all wrong. Thank goodness you're here to instruct.

[chokedout]

I can coach you, don't worry. We'll have classes. I'll tutor.

[But, phone again abandoned, he slings his arm back across Harry and settles in. Not unlike a certain other twink, Theo finds this position one he can easily fall asleep in.]

Can you pull that cover up a little higher?

[mygoodsir]

Of course.

[He tugs the blanket up, smiling softly. It's odd to do this without the sex first, but... it's nice.]

[chokedout]

Thank you. I suppose this is where I say goodnight and shut up, but. I'm not good at shutting up.

[Not fucking himself tired is also new for him. He sighs, wiggles, and stays comfortable.]

Goodnight, Harry.

[mygoodsir]

Nor am I.

[But he's very tired, and Theo seems to keep the bad thoughts away, so...]

Goodnight, Teddie.