i dunno but there are all types certainly doesn't offend me
ha! you got that right now get your ass over here scotch is already getting poured and I unbuttoned my shirt for you so you have a nice view ;)
[He's not kidding, either. Whenever Kyle arrives, Toby will be lounging on the loveseat in the sitting room, jeans on and flannel hanging open. His hair's a mess as always and he's definitely helped himself to a glass of scotch ahead of the other man's arrival to settle some nerves. All in the name of pleasing the city so they can focus on whatever else they want for the month.]
[ It isn't the first time the city has set them up with others, though this one was more blatant than any of their little dating games in the past. He really hopes no one finds themselves with an enemy given to them, or something of the sort.
It really doesn't take him all that long, slipping inside as he's done in the past when coming to see Toby.
He does pause when Kyle sees Toby as he is and as promised sprawled out like he is. ]
Well, don't you look delicious? I can't say they don't know my type.
[ His tones lighthearted and trying to make it easy as he moves to get a scotch of his own. ]
Would you have been this forward assigned anyone or am I lucky?
"Your 'type'? Tall, handsome, and emotionally unavailable?" It's not his usual type of flirting, and they can both thank Tumenalia for that. Honestly, he should've waited until after this "holiday" is over to do this, but he doesn't trust the city not to pull something particularly rude or cruel if he waits. No, it's best to get the most awkward of his names done and checked off before anything can possibly go wrong.
He cocks a brow at the question, not answering it right away. Instead he sits up, gesturing to the glass on the coffee table he'd poured for Kyle before refilling his own from the bottle beside it. What an odd question when they have to do this to avoid the SLUT center.
"I'll be this forward with the other names I've got. You get first because I know you'll be the hardest for me to handle." It should be obvious as to why. "Figured it'd be best to get the 'challenge' started right away. I'm sure you don't mind being my first when you get to set the bar, do you?"
"Was more thinking along the lines of the tall and handsome part." And not always human tends to be in there a lot as well, but he hasn't put too much thought into that.
Kyle picks up his glass, taking a sip as Toby explains. He can't help but to chuckle at that.
"I will admit I set a pretty high bar. Competitive nature and all." He does fall quiet a moment, considering things. He's been trying for so long to help Toby one way or another since Dorian was gone, to be there for someone he sees as a friend though he's not sure after some things that Toby feels the same.
He downs his drink, tongue flicking over a drop on his lip. "I can do my best to make this easy for you. I don't think it's much of a secret that I am pretty much a slut these days," he says, shrugging though he's never laid the title to himself before.
It's not even wrong. It just can come with a lot more baggage sometimes than the title should have.
"So... call the shots. What can I do to you, for you, with you?"
It's not normally Kyle's style but then he remembers what it was like to have someone be the center of your world and maybe it's shared and losing that again. Except for Toby it was shared and he's living with out that and dealing with the city's games. The least Kyle can do is try and make this easy for him, despite all they've been through.
Being in charge of this is better than not, but the way Kyle's phrasing everything leaves a sour taste in his mouth. It's only sex and they don't have to make a big deal out of it. It can be boring to get it out of the way for them both. That honestly feels a better idea than any other that comes to mind.
"Two of a kind, then. The finder doesn't call me out on it, but I'm never lonely when I want the company, which is often." Hard not to want company when his bed's empty. He frowns a little at the thought and throws back his own pour. Thank God his tolerance is so high from so much practice lately; he's going to need more to deal with this "assignment" from the LIES program.
"Let's make it fast. Here in the living room, over on the couch." He gestures to the longer seat next to him. They'll need the space unless one of them rides the other and that really doesn't sound like a good option right now. Too much face-to-face time for his liking.
"One or the other of us on his knees. Plenty of space and I can assure you the couch is very comfortable for it." He smirks at the other man as he shrugs out of his flannel. "You choose which way you prefer it. I've happily been on either side of fucking someone into this couch, so I can switch as you like."
There had been a time when casual sex wasn't so easy for Kyle. Even in this place, though he's not sure just how casual it is. Rarely random people and not so often with some where their relationship is precarious. He's pissed off Toby more often than not. He cares about him more than he should.
But he can't help but smile at that, shaking his head. "You're wasting my considerable skills making it fast, but if that's what you want."
And he does move to the couch in a blur, shirt off on the way, and jeans half open with a snort. "I don't bottom often even if I enjoy it, but if you think that might be a bit too intimate all things considered, come present yourself then."
That. That is the kind of talk that makes him worry about this whole bloody arrangement. They're both old and slutty enough to be skilled, why does Kyle have to bring it up? There's something more to what he's saying, and Toby does not want to deal with that tonight when they're here just to get their quota dealt with. Or part of it, in his case.
"You want more, you can ask me again sometime when this isn't assigned to us by the city." There's no guarantee he'll say yes, but better to put the idea that this is anything more than a city-forced booty call feels like the right move here. "The sooner we're done, the sooner we can both get to drinking to laugh off this whole silly incident, yeah?"
Not his smoothest chat up, but he's already got Kyle on the hook, so it'll do.
"I'm plenty capable of topping without attachments." Why do you keep saying things that sound like you're trying to make this a thing, Kyle? Really, it's fine. Toby hops to his feet and sheds his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside and gesturing to the end of the couch before he finds the bottle of lube he's stashed into a nearby end table. "Throw yourself down. I'll at least give you a kiss before I fuck you over the side of the couch."
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Despite himself he can't help but to laugh. ]
Heart of a romantic, Toby. Gotta tell you.
Should I just lay back and think of England?
[ Though he supposes he should just be thankful that Toby makes quota at all each month. ]
I got your name as well, btw.
I can be home shortly though. That work or would you rather I come to your place?
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you really need to think of someone else its fine
its just sex to avoid SLUT
wait what
you got ME
and I got YOU????
well thats convenient
shit haha
you come to me
I still dont do the beach
I can even have a drink poured for us
stocked up before the holiday started
well be good all night
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Why would I need to think of anyone but you, Toby?
Guess they really wanted us to get together.
We're just too hot for them to handle us being apart.
I figured you'd want me coming to you.
I can be there in a bit.
A drink sounds good though. See you then.
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certainly doesn't offend me
ha! you got that right
now get your ass over here
scotch is already getting poured
and I unbuttoned my shirt for you
so you have a nice view ;)
[He's not kidding, either. Whenever Kyle arrives, Toby will be lounging on the loveseat in the sitting room, jeans on and flannel hanging open. His hair's a mess as always and he's definitely helped himself to a glass of scotch ahead of the other man's arrival to settle some nerves. All in the name of pleasing the city so they can focus on whatever else they want for the month.]
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It really doesn't take him all that long, slipping inside as he's done in the past when coming to see Toby.
He does pause when Kyle sees Toby as he is and as promised sprawled out like he is. ]
Well, don't you look delicious? I can't say they don't know my type.
[ His tones lighthearted and trying to make it easy as he moves to get a scotch of his own. ]
Would you have been this forward assigned anyone or am I lucky?
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He cocks a brow at the question, not answering it right away. Instead he sits up, gesturing to the glass on the coffee table he'd poured for Kyle before refilling his own from the bottle beside it. What an odd question when they have to do this to avoid the SLUT center.
"I'll be this forward with the other names I've got. You get first because I know you'll be the hardest for me to handle." It should be obvious as to why. "Figured it'd be best to get the 'challenge' started right away. I'm sure you don't mind being my first when you get to set the bar, do you?"
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Kyle picks up his glass, taking a sip as Toby explains. He can't help but to chuckle at that.
"I will admit I set a pretty high bar. Competitive nature and all." He does fall quiet a moment, considering things. He's been trying for so long to help Toby one way or another since Dorian was gone, to be there for someone he sees as a friend though he's not sure after some things that Toby feels the same.
He downs his drink, tongue flicking over a drop on his lip. "I can do my best to make this easy for you. I don't think it's much of a secret that I am pretty much a slut these days," he says, shrugging though he's never laid the title to himself before.
It's not even wrong. It just can come with a lot more baggage sometimes than the title should have.
"So... call the shots. What can I do to you, for you, with you?"
It's not normally Kyle's style but then he remembers what it was like to have someone be the center of your world and maybe it's shared and losing that again. Except for Toby it was shared and he's living with out that and dealing with the city's games. The least Kyle can do is try and make this easy for him, despite all they've been through.
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"Two of a kind, then. The finder doesn't call me out on it, but I'm never lonely when I want the company, which is often." Hard not to want company when his bed's empty. He frowns a little at the thought and throws back his own pour. Thank God his tolerance is so high from so much practice lately; he's going to need more to deal with this "assignment" from the LIES program.
"Let's make it fast. Here in the living room, over on the couch." He gestures to the longer seat next to him. They'll need the space unless one of them rides the other and that really doesn't sound like a good option right now. Too much face-to-face time for his liking.
"One or the other of us on his knees. Plenty of space and I can assure you the couch is very comfortable for it." He smirks at the other man as he shrugs out of his flannel. "You choose which way you prefer it. I've happily been on either side of fucking someone into this couch, so I can switch as you like."
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But he can't help but smile at that, shaking his head. "You're wasting my considerable skills making it fast, but if that's what you want."
And he does move to the couch in a blur, shirt off on the way, and jeans half open with a snort. "I don't bottom often even if I enjoy it, but if you think that might be a bit too intimate all things considered, come present yourself then."
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"You want more, you can ask me again sometime when this isn't assigned to us by the city." There's no guarantee he'll say yes, but better to put the idea that this is anything more than a city-forced booty call feels like the right move here. "The sooner we're done, the sooner we can both get to drinking to laugh off this whole silly incident, yeah?"
Not his smoothest chat up, but he's already got Kyle on the hook, so it'll do.
"I'm plenty capable of topping without attachments." Why do you keep saying things that sound like you're trying to make this a thing, Kyle? Really, it's fine. Toby hops to his feet and sheds his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside and gesturing to the end of the couch before he finds the bottle of lube he's stashed into a nearby end table. "Throw yourself down. I'll at least give you a kiss before I fuck you over the side of the couch."