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Elliot, with his white t on & backpack closeby, moved to meet Kip. Tenderly on zir chin, they gently grazed prickled scruff. Kip leaned in closer, entranced by the simple indication. So much so, ze forgot to act a brat. Elliot, amused by the emittance of charm, sprouted a grin. Tightly, around zir chest, he secured his arms to hold zem tightly, kindling a pleasant vibration.

It was lulling when masculinity got to play out as dainty. Divine & thrilling too was the pressure soon placed ardently on Kip’s breath. Devotedly, Elliot teased a hand to grip around zir throat.

The restriction incited Kip to react. Ze grinded into Elliot, them then bumping into the dresser. Inviting giggles, Kip blushed and wondered if ze had read too deeply into brief Grindr notes?

Affirmative; the tidying of zir apartment and heightened stranger-danger anxiety, was overkill.

Elliot joked about sparing the furniture any more damage and swayed the pair towards the bed.

“I don't do daddy stuff, like, I don’t want to be called that but, delivery boy toy, I can fulfill until the night is over, m’kay?” Elliot was honeyed compared to his digital replies. Happily ze said:

“The safe word is ‘house of air,’ unless you hear that from me, do not, Elliot listen now, unless–” “Don’t stop! Unless, that,” Elliot bemused, “it’s a phrase really, but you’re cute, so I’ll finesse.”