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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"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."