( He does. He knows what you're both like. One more than the other, of course. He was professionally silent. No judgment. And no acknowledgment about how hot he thought everything was, anyway.
( he probably didn't bring up his proposition, either. what had he called riley? one of the president's playthings? he has self esteem or that might actually smart. instead, it just feels like a bullet right beneath the surface. pull out the slug, sew it up. easy.
he could reply with so much. does he think he fucks everyone? especially on the job?
does he care? (yes?) does he matter? none of these things matter, at least.
his throat goes dry as he tugs at his tightened pants.
so, he goes for an old standard. god he's a fucking softie. )
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You coming?
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Until Ash got his hands on him. )
Sent him a picture and everything.
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( funny embry didn't bring it up. oh, well — it's just another thing to punish him for. )
Don't fuck anyone before I get my hands on you.
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he could reply with so much. does he think he fucks everyone? especially on the job?
does he care? (yes?) does he matter? none of these things matter, at least.
his throat goes dry as he tugs at his tightened pants.
so, he goes for an old standard. god he's a fucking softie. )
As you wish.