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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[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.

[lifeban]

[the bulge slips further free, nudging encouragingly into the curve of his finger, as dan heng mostly swallows a whine. the entrance within his vent quivers enticingly against his fingertip.]

If you're certain.

[motherfudger]

[His smirk only widens, pulling his fingers out.]

Got a different job for you. If you think you can handle it.

[He reaches into his inventory, pulling out a rolled leather case and tossing it to Dan Heng.]

Choose a saddle.

[Then he's lifting the guy more, sliding one of his thighs over a shoulder and leaning in to get his tongue right on in where his fingers were.]

[lifeban]

[when boothill's fingers slip out, so does an eager cock, teal and soaking and translucent at the tip, its partner only just starting to peek out beside it.

at least the pause to grab his penis selection meant that dan heng's dicks didn't pull jack in the box stuff right in boothill's face. but the feel of that length sliding free has dan heng distracted enough he fumbles the case for a moment, though he recovers his dexterity an instant later.]

So this is how you handle... this kind of thing.

[failing to sound entirely composed, weirdly! but also he may have thought about it. whether boothill had a retractable dick stored in his pelvis, none at all... those pants sure couldn't hide one.

but he doesn't have a whole lot of time to think about it, because there is a tongue pressing into his vent, hot against the tip of his less exposed cock, the base of the bolder one, and the hole nestled right below them clenches and drips his arousal right into boothill's mouth.

it is at this point his second dick DOES pull jack in the box nonsense, sliding out all at once and really risking those teeth as dan heng's breath catches and he bites his lip harder.]

[motherfudger]

Eager.

[He murmurs approvingly but you know, it's a bit muffled with his tongue in Dan Heng's hole and two cocks getting mighty friendly with his face.

He spares a hand to stroke the tip and the shaft of the first one, giving the second licks now and then. And while he's careful about the teeth they're still there, sharply menacing.]

[lifeban]

[dan heng's thigh twitches, where it's slung over boothill's shoulder, and so does all the business up in the cowboy's face.]

Consider it a compliment.

[he is finally managing to get it together enough to unroll The Case.]