Who: Gold, Silver, Lash on support, not Knuckles at all, he's off with his girlfriend, how convenient.
What: Taking Silver's clothes off their hangers in his closet.
Where: Silver's dorm number whatever the fuck it is. BE-01, apparently.
When: Night.
Warnings: Hot, hot, sex.
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He pursed his lips tightly, making sure to follow Lash's instructions as best as he could. After a bit of wriggling and sliding, the young trainer finally heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking.
"Okay, now what?"
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She paused and took a sip from the tea she had prepared.
"Okay, since from here on out, it's going to be dangerous to speak, I want you to push that button near the microphone. One push is you've gotten to your destination. I will then ask you a question, then one push will mean yes, two pushes means no. Got it?"
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As Lash instructed him to get on his knees, Gold pulled a face, keeping his arms comfortably at his side. "D-" he started, before quickly stopping himself. He clicked his tongue and reluctantly got onto his hands and knees.
By the time Lash was finished talking, his eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to where he could identify simple objects. He crawled to the closest dresser first. Upon opening the drawer lowest to the ground, he promptly slammed it shut. Whatever was in there was definitely not Silver's... He shot a glance over his shoulder at the sleeping redhead before continuing to the other dresser. HE ( ... )
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"Okay! Have you found the right drawer? One beep - yes. Two beeps - no. Over."
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