confiscated: (⇀ grapple with faith)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-06-11 05:40 am (UTC)

[Tate's just - yeah, he's going to lay here. He stretches his legs out, arches his back and just lets his limbs stretch before curling back in on himself. Another set of sheets that'll need to be washed, especially now that he's wiping cum off his face onto them by nuzzling down against the mattress. He rolls over onto his stomach, voice a bit muffled as he sits up while holding the phone to his ear.]

I'll stay just like I am, waiting.

[He's hungry though, so he'll just take a short trip down to the main landing to find where he left the granola bars. Feeling oddly at home walking around the now enclosed space fully nude. He wipes his hip off with one of the tea towels in the kitchen area, wrinkling his nose as he looks around for where to put it before just hanging it back up on its hook.]

Don't give me time to tighten up, okay?

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