And it didn't hurt so much as it startled him, almost enough to make him spill his drink, really, but only almost.
Once he got over the surprise he scowled, unfolding to his feet, "Is dat's what you's is being of the thinks of? Bah!" This was emphasized by a shoulder-shove, "You's is just alls kind of beings a sore losers now dats deres is no biglots of fan watchings us."
"I nots a sore losers, you just don't knows when to quits!" He defended, throwing his hands in the air. "You gots everythings, you gots girls, and moneys and fames and now dis!? Don't you knows how to bows out of de spotlights for just a minutes!?"
He pouted, "All I ever wants was to be in a bands, and you goes and RUINS dat for me. Mister stucks up pretty princess dickweeds gots-to-has-everything."
The groupies he'd been sprawled on previously had already evaporated, even they knew better than to get in the middle of this.
Skwisgaar was bristling, "Ja, I does has to be havings everiesthing, because dat's is how peoples is knowings whos I am and dat's I's is even existinksings!" Melodrama was Skwisgaar's first language, it ran in the family.
"And I's isn't goings to be any kinds of quitting evers untils I am DIE hokay?! You's is justs goings to has to lives with beings second places forevers until then!"
Toki's eyes fluttered at the touch as he let out a sigh, unused to the touch. He was drunk, he was confused, and he was anticipating this. He opened his eyes once more, peering over his shoulder.
He nodded at that, "Ja, is why you is should not be having impatiens." Because telling people that always worked.
Sometimes? Well, okay, usually, this was easier with girls. His fingers tightened against Toki's hip to keep him in place while the previously stroking fingers finally wriggled into him, scissoring almost instantly.
Toki, it seemed, wasn't the only one with blue balls and a problem with patience.
He only WISHED he had the chest like the icon above currently.
His eyes widened at that and, burying his face into a pillow, he whined, eyes clamping shut. He gradually became relaxed, however, once one of Skwisgaar's fingers brushed against his prostate. Toki was wholly unaware of that particular fact of anatomy.
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By socking him in the gut.
Which he did as soon as he had the chance to.
"You probably cheats." He said, his tone very unsure of it, but his resolve was strong enough that he didn't need a stinkin' sure thing to be mad.
It wasn't a hard punch, heck, it was barely even a punch at all.
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Once he got over the surprise he scowled, unfolding to his feet, "Is dat's what you's is being of the thinks of? Bah!" This was emphasized by a shoulder-shove, "You's is just alls kind of beings a sore losers now dats deres is no biglots of fan watchings us."
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He pouted, "All I ever wants was to be in a bands, and you goes and RUINS dat for me. Mister stucks up pretty princess dickweeds gots-to-has-everything."
Teenage melodrama ahoy!
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Skwisgaar was bristling, "Ja, I does has to be havings everiesthing, because dat's is how peoples is knowings whos I am and dat's I's is even existinksings!" Melodrama was Skwisgaar's first language, it ran in the family.
"And I's isn't goings to be any kinds of quitting evers untils I am DIE hokay?! You's is justs goings to has to lives with beings second places forevers until then!"
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While he explained this he slid lotion-slick fingers down over Toki's entrance, the other hand kneading at his hip for the time being.
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"Hurtings would be real bad." He concluded.
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Sometimes? Well, okay, usually, this was easier with girls. His fingers tightened against Toki's hip to keep him in place while the previously stroking fingers finally wriggled into him, scissoring almost instantly.
Toki, it seemed, wasn't the only one with blue balls and a problem with patience.
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His eyes widened at that and, burying his face into a pillow, he whined, eyes clamping shut. He gradually became relaxed, however, once one of Skwisgaar's fingers brushed against his prostate. Toki was wholly unaware of that particular fact of anatomy.
Reduced to wordless mewling? You betcha.
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