#sophnick

"Oh? What is this?" "Bro, what the fuck?!" The snicker erupting as a response did, as expected, nothing to quell the flustered anger that boiled to a certain point. "Is this what I think it is~?" Well, the red blooming at Nick's cheeks provided an adorable image for the taller man that is now waving a mortifying object. How did the bastard even find that?! How hard did he have to snoop around to be clued in on its whereabouts? Sophist waved the damn thing in his face, Nick making a grab for it only for the other man to pull it away. "Bro," he repeated with that damn grin on his face. The one that eerily resembled a cat with its prey in its jaws. "I only came in here to find my controller, the one that I paid a lot of money for, since you forgot to return it. Even when I kept telling you that I needed it back!" Nick smacked his lips and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You kidding me right now!? Sophist, you haven't even opened the box ever since you got it! And my own controller broke! And I had to stream in a couple of hours!" He made another attempt to swipe for the dildo, feeling the material brush against his fingertips when it was held higher out of his reach. He didn't even bother to realize that their chests bumped into each other, Sophist having to peer down with that grin seemingly stuck on his face. "Yeah, because I had to wait until the right time!" Now he'd never admit it, but Nick thought the slight whine at the end of his words sounded pretty cute. At least the reason why he'd be blushing like this is due to the...well, elephant in the room, which Sophist is pointedly ignoring since he's appears more pressed about the controller. "And besides, it's all cool looking with all the neon purple! I wouldn't want it to be all greasy and disgusting from your gamer hands!" Nick had to pull away in contempt, even putting up a bit of a flair with his hand splayed out on his own chest. "Excuse you!? My gamer hands are nice and clean, thank you very much! I bet yours are fucking nasty, dude. Just absolute grime that'd make plants die." Sophist wheezed out a laugh, still clutching at the dildo and close to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh my god, you're such an idiot. Well, I guess they would be clean if you're using this a lot more." Nick blanched. He couldn't even think of a biting comeback as the man waved the dildo in his face, this time with features somewhat darkening. "Y'know, Nick... You really don't have to get one of this to satisfy yourself." Nick bit back a whimper when the tip of the dildo pressed against his bottom lip. He salivated at the thought of having it shoved past his lips, gagging on it until he's sputtering out in a mess. Sophist eagerly continued, eyes sharp and honing entirely on Nick, "All you had to do is call me! Call the professional to get yourself the real deal here~!" Nick blinked. Once, then twice. "...Oh my god." He leaned back with his hands running down his face, a hefty groan leaving him. "You are so fucking cringe!" he exclaimed with such visceral ire. "I hate it here! I hate you!!" This time, Sophist had to lean back from cackling like the villain that he was. The dildo landed on the floor with a thud, but both men had to recover from the cringe that had to be unceremoniously tossed out in a shit way to flirt. Or to tempt Nick. Whatever it was, it unfortunately worked as Nick merely rolled his eyes at the peck at his cheek, though Sophist's scruffy beard tickled him into chuckles. "Fuck off," he said with no heat behind his words; if anything, fondness could be heard when Sophist is coming down from his cackling fit into breathless giggles. "To make up for the cringe," Nick hummed out, crossing his arms with a half smile. "I say you better fuck me good with it. Make it as good as the real thing." The taller man kneel down to retrieve the dildo, winking up at the flustered other man. "Honey, I'm gonna make you scream my name just from silicone alone~."