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looked up right in his eyes, while his swift, stealthy lizard fingers rubbed the inner side of his thighs —
teasing ridiculously close from his crotch area.
can't blame him, now he's aware of what's hiding in there.
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❝ a bottle o' wine . . . ❞
smirked back, visibly happy with that info.
❝ great on the guitar,
best kisser in town,
and gifted down there ?
. . . tell me, what aren't you
good at. ❞
needy? kinda—
mostly wanted to see how casual the other one was.
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that goofy smile and his tightened grip on Haze's thigh definitely indicated what he meant there.
❝ . . . cheers. ❞
grabbed his glass to take a sip of that deep, brown beer.
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tilted his head on a side, making the kiss much easier for those two lizards.
totally ignored the Spinda serving the drinks, more focused on wrapping his tongue around the other Tox —
sharing a great load of saliva with a few grunts of pleasure.
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almost felt too short.
❝ hey. you're good at this,
shortie. ❞
wiped the mess off his face with the back of a hand, then replied.
❝ depends—
size doesn't /always/ matter.
. . . but it's nice when it's big
where it matters. ❞
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❝ won the genetics lottery, i guess.
but size doesn't matter,
does it?
you're better built than me.
not that i mind — quite the
opposite. ❞
placed a hand on his thigh, leaning towards the other one.
a kiss, he said? right as their drinks arrived?
smirk.
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❝ fair.
it's just like any other poison. ❞
unlikely for two Toxs to get inebriated indeed! placed the order, two stouts, and got his focus back on Haze.
he really wasn't the kind to mind the numerous prying eyes directed on them. always better with an audience.
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sat at a corner table, rather isolated from the rest of the room.
finally, waved at the owner ( a Spinda, surprisingly ) to get those order placed before anything!
❝ get anything you want, hottie.
it's on me. personally, just need a
fat pint of stout. ❞
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almost forgot about the crowd around! damn, and he's the one that started the session.
oh well.
not declining a few coins.
❝ hottie it is.
at least you're self conscious. ❞
Elude chuckled, put his bass back in its case —
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and slid his arm 'round him in response, hand landing on Haze's opposite shoulder.
leading the other one to his favorite place, the Spinda Cafe!
often came here to play some music— and offer hot boys a drink.
chill, not highly frequented, playing some indie rock music.
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tapped his feet to the groove, humming the same melody he played to keep it in mind.
❝ and somethin' tells me i'd be sorry if
i didn't ask you out for a drink. ❞
blep.
he took his shot.
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yeah, a calm one.
though the other one seemed pretty much the same! and that was comforting.
a bit shorter, but beefier.
Elude might have been smitten.
❝ in all honesty, Haze is a beautiful
name . . .
hard to top that.
and hot-stuff is already taken. ❞
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kept going for a little while!
but despite all the guys around, his eyes couldn't shift away from the other Tox.
wrists started to ache, after a few more tunes the bassist paused to access his request.
❝ name's Elude.
hotstuff works too, though — ❞
finger gun.
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picked up the pace and virtuosity since the other one could obviously keep up.
❝ eh, your call— ❞
shifting keys and time signature now and then, breaking bass' unavoidable monotony . . .
even passer-by started rocking their head to that improv session.
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played a few tunes to add variety.
always glad to see his music's effect on other Pokemon!
❝ enjoying yourself?
too bad i'm missing a guitarist— ❞
pulled his tongue out playfully.
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