cowboy crosstalk shenanigans

[lifeban]

[they've won! good job everyone! 10/10 performance! dan heng didn't even blow his once-in-a-lifetime bootycall button this time around, thanks to boothill's quick interference.

there was celebrating on the Express, but one way or another, the party wound up in the VIP lounge of the hotel again, where dan heng accidentally took a swig of boothill's drink and became Fantastically Drunk.

in fact, at this moment he's sulkily leaning into boothill's side, all his aloof and cool energy utterly abandoned.]

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He sure did didn't he

[motherfudger]

[Is this not the sexy talk you want??]

What about it? You got complaints?

[He slides a finger under Dan Heng's chin to tilt his head up, getting a nice view of the blush, those bitten lips, just all of it really.]

[lifeban]

...Want to see prettier?

[just,

look he knows what is considered his more attractive form?]

[motherfudger]

Sure, if you want?

[Honestly Boothill... probably doesn't care. Then again more things to tug on are always a plus.]

[lifeban]

Mm... I do. I think.

[so he pauses to let his cloudhymn slip away, horns and tail and hair all bubbling majestically into reality, as well as his outfit changing.]

[motherfudger]

[He whistles appreciatively. Tipping the hat away from those new horns]

Not bad. Could be better though.

[lifeban]

You have complaints?

[dry, though his blush hasn't faded.]

[motherfudger]

Matter of fact I do.

Lotta fancy rags covering the goods.

[This isn't going to stop him from brushing metal fingers over some of those gaps in the outfit.]

[lifeban]

[shivering, feeling boothill's fingers, tail winding reactively.]

I guess I am overdressed... in comparison.

[this nearly naked cyborg.]

[motherfudger]

[He is BARELY clothed. Slipping fingers under the gaps, seeking more skin.]

Just a bit, hm? Gonna fix that? Or do I have to?

[lifeban]

I-

[pauses. licks his lips.]

Do you want to?

[motherfudger]

Oh fudge yeah.

[Please I'm dying Boothill.

He sure is going to start trying to peel that outfit off.]

[lifeban]

[if he tries dirty talk we'll all die

dang heng twitches, fights the urge to laugh, and shifts helpfully, leaving the bulk of it to boothill but darting in with clever fingers to manage anything too complicated.]

[motherfudger]

[Please no one let Boothill try dirty talk for my sanity.

Look he can tell Dan Heng wants to laugh. But why shouldn't he? Laughter is relaxing. He's so very busy pushing clothes off though.]

Something funny?

[lifeban]

Fudge.

[he says, immediately and solemnly (with deep gremlin energy)

helpfully shrugging off his clothes, baring so much deliciously muscled skin.]

[motherfudger]

[Prefect. No notes.

He grins wider, yanking Dan Heng in close to bite a bared shoulder while his fingers run up his spine and neck.]

Got somethin' else got want me saying, sugar?

[lifeban]

Nnh-

[groaning pleasantly, with that bite, tail lashing as he arches prettily.]

Whatever you like.

[motherfudger]

That is quite... the look.

[Time to lift Dan Heng one handed, finishing removing the robes.]

Can't wait to see more.

[lifeban]

[he'll get to see in real time as dan heng has several gay emotions about being lifted so easily, his hands flying to boothill's shoulders to brace himself.]

[motherfudger]

Hm, you like that huh?

[Keeps him lifted even when he's got him naked, one hand sliding up his waist.]

What else gets your engine revved?

[lifeban]

[his waist is infuriatingly narrow, and since he's naked now boothill is probably noting a distinct lack of dick. don't worry about it.]

You'll have to work that out.

[kneading at his shoulders]

[motherfudger]

[He isn't worrying about it! But he is sliding that hand between Dan Heng's thighs, exploring what he MIGHT have.]

That mean you don't know yet?

[lifeban]

Mm. Think of it as a challenge.

[his thighs tense, but he doesn't close them. warm metal fingers will find a slit, not quite like a cunt, but a little puffy and damp with his arousal already.]

[motherfudger]

[He smirks, pressing a finger in, exploring.]

Well fudge, I love me a good challenge. Wonder if you'll be able to keep up?

[lifeban]

[by feel, it's not arranged like a vagina either, at least not judging by the two bulges pressing against that finger as if jockeying for the space it's blocking. though the tight, wet hole nestled at the bottom of the slit is similar in concept.

he makes a tiny, nearly subvocal noise, and bites his lip for a moment.]

...A contest, then?

[motherfudger]

[He laughs, curling a finger to feel up around one of those bulges, coaxing even as he adds another digit to the wet hole.]

Nah, you just enjoy the ride. But keep me up to date on what's good.