trust me that i don't want to pick a work thing over a sex thing. only i've never had a job based on actual merit so i figure i better put a best foot forward or something. nepotism is indeed a real trip, before you ask
( Daniel is pretty sure he was good at his job back home despite the nepotism, but he also never got any positive feedback on his performance. so he should probably make an effort, here, if he'd like to keep his job. just in case he is as inept as his father liked to remind him, constantly. )
it could be a worse work thing. i just fucking hate parties, is all. whatever, i'll survive especially if i have the lovely mental image of fucking you from behind with my handprints all over your ass or you riding my face until you cum on tongue to get me through the worst of it
but i get it. sexting ceasefire. i can handle that. starting now, right?
( you know, maybe Daniel is a little evil after all. )
you know, i was about to ask you what kind of skillset you have that would land you a job in this particular city, based on merit, but i'm having way too much fun letting my imagination run wild with it, so i'm not going to.
[ after reading that last bit, gwen is totally about to send him a very embarrassing "that's not what i meant!!" reply, before she realizes that's exactly what he was going for. which is why she ends up making her version of this face at her phone as she tries to think of a good way to counter it. luckily, it doesn't take her that long to figure something out. ]
although i'm not really sure i love the idea of you running with your imagination, on that mental image you just described.
i'm going to send you something for a little context, but after that? ceasefire, totally. 100%
[ the photo she sends him isn't all that scandalous, not compared to what it could have been, but she's still pretty proud of it. the angles, the lighting. shot fully clothed ( in cut-off denim shorts and a loose t-shirt, but still ) , while very casually looking back over her shoulder. she tends to overthink the whole selfie thing, but this one could very easily be mistaken for a "progress at the gym" style photo, and that's apparently enough to stop her from doing something incredibly annoying, like making jokes until she's talked herself out of sending him anything at all. ..progress!
although gwen's definitely not at the gym, nowhere near it actually, judging by the fact that she clearly had to improvise and use reflective side of one of the bigger game cabinets nearby to help with getting one of those photos out. maybe that's something she should be embarrassed about? the fact that she's sexting at work, aka, at her arcade of all places? but she stopped feeling any type of embarrassed over the shit she's done or hasn't done while here in the city, a very log time ago. ]
is it going to ruin your sexual fantasy if i just come out with it and say accounting? probably. nobody gets hot and bothered for expense reports. so yeah, let your imagination decide.
( Gwen, you really shouldn't reward him for being a living embodiment of a Katy Perry song. hot & cold gets no reward! that picture is definitely a reward, even if it doesn't give too much away.
he's seen a picture of Gwen, technically, there was one attached when they talked the first time around. it wasn't have as detailed as this. t-shirt hanging off her shoulders, the impressive muscle of her legs. that will definitely improve imagining her thighs pressed at his ears, 100%. )
you're right, my imagination couldn't have possibly done you justice. i'd suggest you taking another with that shirt hiked up so i can see more of you, but that'd be breaking our ceasefire.
( why does nobody believe him when he says he's an accountant??? it's a tiktok trend come to life. )
it is, isn't it? at least i have better context for what your thighs would be like straddling my face. wouldn't have guessed you were so muscular, but it's fucking hot so thanks for the update
it'll definitely keep my mind busy until i clear this work thing, anyway. here is to you not finding a different beard to experiment with in the next two days, because i am looking forward to being your guinea pig
well y'know drumming double bass is way more of a workout than people might think. but thanks. and also, you're welcome.
i'll try my best to avoid flirting with any of the other bearded men in town while i wait for your call, but i can't make any promises.
yeah, nah, i'm kidding. i mean, it's not every day you meet someone willing to hash out kink negotiation before the first kiss. the bar's been set incredibly high. so yeah you're the only one i want.
( it's an interesting note that she plays. Daniel isn't musically inclined, beyond a few lessons that were an expected part of being a rich kid. he definitely doesn't play now. just a note to stow away for later.
and while ultimately he doesn't buy things like that, you're the only one i want. not in a city where that kind of inflexibility is foolish to the point of foolhardy. not when she's already gushingly confessed how much she loves her boyfriend. not when he is who he is, with his history and the straight fact nobody manages to want him for long...
sometimes it's nice to pretend. the words sound nice, on paper, even if he doesn't believe them. )
i'd hate to tie you down to the detriment of every bearded man in duplicity, but kinda fun to be your first. if you can wait that long, i can make it worth your while.
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( Daniel is pretty sure he was good at his job back home despite the nepotism, but he also never got any positive feedback on his performance. so he should probably make an effort, here, if he'd like to keep his job. just in case he is as inept as his father liked to remind him, constantly. )
it could be a worse work thing. i just fucking hate parties, is all. whatever, i'll survive
especially if i have the lovely mental image of fucking you from behind with my handprints all over your ass or you riding my face until you cum on tongue to get me through the worst of it
but i get it. sexting ceasefire. i can handle that. starting now, right?
( you know, maybe Daniel is a little evil after all. )
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i'm having way too much fun letting my imagination run wild with it, so i'm not going to.
[ after reading that last bit, gwen is totally about to send him a very embarrassing "that's not what i meant!!" reply, before she realizes that's exactly what he was going for. which is why she ends up making her version of this face at her phone as she tries to think of a good way to counter it. luckily, it doesn't take her that long to figure something out. ]
although i'm not really sure i love the idea of you running with your imagination, on that mental image you just described.
i'm going to send you something for a little context, but after that? ceasefire, totally. 100%
[ the photo she sends him isn't all that scandalous, not compared to what it could have been, but she's still pretty proud of it. the angles, the lighting. shot fully clothed ( in cut-off denim shorts and a loose t-shirt, but still ) , while very casually looking back over her shoulder. she tends to overthink the whole selfie thing, but this one could very easily be mistaken for a "progress at the gym" style photo, and that's apparently enough to stop her from doing something incredibly annoying, like making jokes until she's talked herself out of sending him anything at all. ..progress!
although gwen's definitely not at the gym, nowhere near it actually, judging by the fact that she clearly had to improvise and use reflective side of one of the bigger game cabinets nearby to help with getting one of those photos out. maybe that's something she should be embarrassed about? the fact that she's sexting at work, aka, at her arcade of all places? but she stopped feeling any type of embarrassed over the shit she's done or hasn't done while here in the city, a very log time ago. ]
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so yeah, let your imagination decide.
( Gwen, you really shouldn't reward him for being a living embodiment of a Katy Perry song. hot & cold gets no reward! that picture is definitely a reward, even if it doesn't give too much away.
he's seen a picture of Gwen, technically, there was one attached when they talked the first time around. it wasn't have as detailed as this. t-shirt hanging off her shoulders, the impressive muscle of her legs. that will definitely improve imagining her thighs pressed at his ears, 100%. )
you're right, my imagination couldn't have possibly done you justice.
i'd suggest you taking another with that shirt hiked up so i can see more of you, but that'd be breaking our ceasefire.
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alright, i see. you don't need to tell me.
that would be a really great suggestion, if not for said ceasefire.
really is a shame about that.
i guess you'll just have to wait to see more.
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it is, isn't it? at least i have better context for what your thighs would be like straddling my face. wouldn't have guessed you were so muscular, but it's fucking hot so thanks for the update
it'll definitely keep my mind busy until i clear this work thing, anyway. here is to you not finding a different beard to experiment with in the next two days, because i am looking forward to being your guinea pig
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y'know
drumming double bass is way more of a workout than people might think.
but thanks.
and also, you're welcome.
i'll try my best to avoid flirting with any of the other bearded men in town while i wait for your call, but i can't make any promises.
yeah, nah, i'm kidding.
i mean, it's not every day you meet someone willing to hash out kink negotiation before the first kiss. the bar's been set incredibly high.
so yeah
you're the only one i want.
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( it's an interesting note that she plays. Daniel isn't musically inclined, beyond a few lessons that were an expected part of being a rich kid. he definitely doesn't play now. just a note to stow away for later.
and while ultimately he doesn't buy things like that, you're the only one i want. not in a city where that kind of inflexibility is foolish to the point of foolhardy. not when she's already gushingly confessed how much she loves her boyfriend. not when he is who he is, with his history and the straight fact nobody manages to want him for long...
sometimes it's nice to pretend. the words sound nice, on paper, even if he doesn't believe them. )
i'd hate to tie you down to the detriment of every bearded man in duplicity, but
kinda fun to be your first. if you can wait that long, i can make it worth your while.
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is this you
trying to convince me to do the thing
right after i told you i wanna do the thing..?
nerd.
i'm totally in.
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either way, here's to hoping my work thing clears off fast. maybe if i'm feeling lively i'll hit you up after.
( or during, as it accidentally happens!!! )