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]

[Leaning in.]

Don't know if you noticed, but I'm the straightforward type.

[lifeban]

I had. I had noticed, in fact.

...Strictly speaking, I haven't ridden anyone.

[motherfudger]

Yeah? Somehow that don't surprise me. After all, can't say you've never relaxed if you've ever had a good tiring ride.

[lifeban]

Hm.

[visibly thinking.

stellaron hunters are here, but blade? notably is not. and while he wouldn't bet on boothill beating blade in a fight, with how they met he's willing to bet on boothill being paranoid enough to escape blade, if blade ever caught wind of this somehow.

that being the major obstacle to dan heng getting laid for all these centuries...]

Well. If you're open to me finding out?

1/2

[motherfudger]

[What a good dragon. Honestly not being too worried about a Galaxy Ranger's survival does seem reasonable.

Though Boothill is just a little surprised by the quick acceptance, but not in a bad way?]

[motherfudger]

Well heavens to betsy I wasn't invitin' just to make fun.

[lifeban]

It didn't seem like you, no. But... it's good to be sure.

[motherfudger]

Well fudge...

[Okay well!

Time to yank Dan Heng in and give him a thorough kiss.]

[lifeban]

[!!

kissing back. clumsily! but learning quickly.]

[motherfudger]

[His mouth still tastes like liquor. And he's aggressive and just a bit pushy, pulling Dan Heng in closer casually, absolutely pushing his tongue against his lips, and biting at those lips too, sharp teeth and all.]

[lifeban]

[dan heng startles, parting his lips more in shock than anything-- but then he's biting back, eager, his own teeth sharper than may have been expected.]

[resteternal]

[Oh heck yeah, nice. He groans appreciatively, sliding his hands down Dan Heng's back to grip his ass and lift him up, tugging him down again once Dan Heng is properly straddling him.

Not that he's stopping the kiss.]

hi bread

[lifeban]

[dan heng settles his weight with all the grace of a trained martial artist, only faltering within the kiss for a moment of shyness as he feels how very close he is, now, straddling boothill's lap. then he commits, wiggling his hips a little as he truly rests his weight on the man below.]

I would say nothing to see here but I bet Dan Heng would sit on breads lap

[motherfudger]

[He sighs out admiringly, leaning back from the kiss enough to enjoy the view.]

Well butter me and call me a biscuit but don't you make a pretty picture?

i think he did in suisui

[lifeban]

[he's flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, lips bitten red and inviting, and raising an eyebrow.]

The things you say...

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?