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[decade]

[welcome to casa de decade

or really casa de people who tolerate him

someone is flipping through some pictures with his feet up on the counter i wonder who it is]

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[decade]

[yeah grabbing your stupid lapel with one hand and pulling you back down, while he pushes up a bit with his other hand. His eyes flick up to yours for just a second, studying, perhaps, before he tilts his head to the side and pushes his mouth against yours]

[broshido]

[squirming a little in your lap, parting his mouth shyly and tangling a soft hand into your hair, a small whimper sliding past his lips when his hips slide up against yours]

[decade]

[you can hear a smug sort of laugh against you as he forges bravely onward, exploring past your lips, while his eyes slide closed. Tucking his hand over your side, he slides fingers down your spine, pressing you harder against him, in time with an upward push of his own hips ]

[broshido]

—oh.

[he practically squeaks, freezing up and jerking his head back, his face scarlet]

That, um. Feels. Nice. [shivering and arching his back into your hand, a desperate, pathetic little whimper slipping past his lips]