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[meerkats]

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◉ Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.
◉ Give me a prompt
◉ you can specify any of my muses whom you might like to play with, or I can pick.
◉ Everything goes, even the retired ones, but I can't guarantee good tags from them.
◉ sex!

Comments

[flaskerade]

[Grantaire doesn't remember ever giving Jehan a key to his apartment, but he also doesn't remember if he locked the door that morning. For as good as his drunk memory is, his body has become accustom to it's own weaknesses, remembering only the important things. The last time he saw Enjolras, what homework he's behind on, what he drank for breakfast. The state of his apartment? Not so much, no. It's not as if he has anything of any real value aside from his laptop, but everyone and their mother could afford a laptop now, and his apartment would be the last on most people's radars.

So, when he walked in and tosses his coat and bag on his couch, he has every reason to not expect to find Jehan on his bed, in that.]

Wow you look ridiculous.

[shylyintrepid]

Liar.

[Jehan leans back on R's bed, legs out in front of him. He's actually quite insanely proud of those stockings. They fit and (maybe it was just him but) seemed to make his legs look even better than they already did. The corset he knows gives him an interesting figure, and the fact that he's not wearing anything else probably does make for an odd picture. It's really genderfuck-y, the undergarments (and the lipstick he stole from Courfeyrac's bathroom, left by some ex, he thought it'd be a good idea) with Jehan's slight-but-not-girly body type and his cock.

However...]

You like genderfuck and don't deny it.

[flaskerade]

[ He merely shrugs, as if he hadn't just let his eyes rake up Jehan's legs and as if his pants weren't feeling a little tighter the more he thought about it. He kicks off his shoes as if he's simply going to continue his arrival routine. ]

I like subversion more than I like genderfuck but I guess you're just butch enough to make it work. Maybe a little more hair on your chest and glitter would make it better. What's this for anyway?

[shylyintrepid]

My own pleasure? Do I need a reason?

[He stretches again and gives R a Look]

Also: glitter is the herpes of the arts and crafts world. It goes no where on my body, thank you.