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FRANK: weird???? speaking of rude

FRANK: is this not how you sext?

ECHO: ya dad, you're doing it wrong.

FRANK: ... because of the crummies. the fuck do i look like, an animal?

FRANK: DADDY'S GONNA CUM

FRANK: alright, baby. tell me how badly you've missed daddy's cock and, if you're lucky, i'll come over.

ECHO: well...

ECHO: or just come over and find out because you're makin this weird???

FRANK: salt 👏🏼 and 👏🏼 vinegar 👏🏼 chips 👏🏼 matter 👏🏼

FRANK: absence makes the heart grow fonder

FRANK: are you desperate enough for daddy's cock that you'll make me a persuasive power point to argue that i should come fuck you?

FRANK: nothin gets daddy harder than some word art and dissolve transitions

ECHO: but why can't you eat those WHILE we're wrestling

ECHO: actually don't answer that

ECHO: i already made one. it has a lot of slides.

FRANK: well i don't know what my dick does in its free time

FRANK: but daddy's a busy man. layin around. makin jokes. eatin chips.

FRANK: but something tells me that you haven't been very good in daddy's absence 🤔 which begs the question........ does he deserve the d? discuss

ECHO: obviously not me

ECHO: that is a sad excuse for you to not be playing naked wrestling with me

ECHO: disappointed

ECHO: i mean...i would say yes.

ECHO: can you please tell me

ECHO: why it's been two weeks since you and/or your dick have made an appearance in my apartment?

“Sounds like a plan” She laughed a little and leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment. “Eh, you’re alright.” She smirked, “But you’re damn right I’m cute. That’s why I’m getting laid all the time” She winked at him. “Well you should do something about that…or get it looked at I’m sure there’s some name for being perpetually horny.” 

He rolled his eyes and nudged her playfully, before going back to wrapping one arm around her. “That..is definitely true,” He nodded matter-of-factly. “I’m jealous - I obviously need to take pointers from you, so I can get laid more.” He chuckled, “Yeah, it’s called having a dick, honestly. This thing thinks for me. Not that vaginas don’t make people perpetually horny all the time either but, yknow.”

“My dad left when I was a toddler and my mom was an addict who OD’d so I think I like the sound of a long lost twin much better than all that bullshit.” She waved her hand in dismissal before laughing a little and bumping her shoulder against his. “You’re so cute, this is why we’re friends” She snorted. “You should! It adds a whole new dynamic of pleasure, except you might get turned on a little by just your shirt brushing them then it gets a little weird.” She admitted with a grin. “I’ve had my fair share of boys and girls lately too.” She nodded

Echo wrapped an arm around the other’s shoulders with a nod, “Then it’s settled - we have to be long lost twins. It’s the only explanation.” He chuckled and winked at her, before grinning, “Aw, thanks. I know I’m pretty cute. You’re...yeah, I guess you’re cute too,” He teased jokingly. He thought for a moment and shrugged, “Eh, if I’m horny enough, anything brushing against me will only make it worse. So, really, it wouldn’t make much of a difference because I’m always horny.” He gave a dramatic sigh, before a fake gasp, “Ooh, scandalous!”

The beauty of lustful eyes always made his knees weaker than this. Control falters and his lips crash into the paramedic’s with a force that comes from almost nowhere in contrast to the gentleness of their previous touch. S H I T. Butterflies take flight in fluttered tornadoes against the well of his belly button; a war path toward his hips. A shiver dances along his chest and neck, slithering with heat down against his spine. Humming against the older man’s lips, his fingers grip the cloth of his shirt to press him backwards in guide until the sharp padded edge of the bed sneaks into the bends of his knees. With a grin, Kyson decides to straddle him, slowing his pace once he’s seated comfortably in wait for further consent. “don’t control them then” A sly smirk upturns the corners of his lips, blue eyes heated to a level of fierceness that would scare even a lion in defense. 

“Okay, but the issue is –” She pointed to the pink mess on her head. “Inevitably, i’m gonna get fucked up and wear it. Maybe even in public.”

“ -- Am I supposed to see a problem with that?” He raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin on his face. “Please do it.”

“Remind me downing a whole bottle of Chardonnay is not a good idea..” She whispered as she held her head and looked at the other. 

“I’ll be sure to do that, Trin,” Echo rolled his eyes with a hint of a playful smile present on his lips. “Why did you drink a whole bottle?”

“I mean despite the height, hair color differences and all we could pass.” She laughed a little. “Well you free boobing it is techinically a socially acceptable thing.” She pointed out with a snort. “I just like to show off my nipple piercings though so that’s my main reasoning” She grinned. “What about boys? You have any good stories that you’re holding back from me?”

Echo nodded his head, “This is true. I mean..i was an only child and my parents died so..we could still be twins. Maybe I was adopted. Who knows?” He then looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Well, just so you know, you can free-boob it around me whenever you want. If I’m shirtless, you can be shirtless and it would make no difference to me, really. It’s dumb that my boobs are more socially acceptable than yours. My boobs are so..flat. Yours have life - they’re more exciting!” He chuckled, “I want to get my nipples pierced..” He laid his head on her shoulder, “Nah, not really. I mean..i’ve had quite a few boys in my bed lately but nothing too extravagant.” 

           IT WAS HARD TO HIDE THE SMALL GRIN ON STAINED LIPS      eyes pulling back , away from the crowd to her victim of the moment , a brow raised slightly .     ‘     and if i was to tell you he was still watching , what would you do ?     ’      she questioned , knowing full well her ‘ stalker ’ as she had so aptly named him had long gone . t h a n k f u l l y .       ‘      would you throw me to the wolves ?      ’