skyderping:

headtechturngod:

you sure are

the door to endless pleasurable opportunities such as the variety your brain has never perversed into being

waiting on you babe

You’re not exactly expecting much. You’ve spotted Dave’s bluff a mile away, so you’re pretty sure he isn’t even in your room right now, let alone naked. Or whatever cooky outfit he decided to get himself into now.

But still, wow. That tent in your pants is getting hard to ignore. Damn him.

> Open the door.

what the…

The lights are out.

dave, you jerk. you’re not even here, are you??

You, on the other hand, are expecting right plenty, repping levels of gay to have never been repped before except maybe surpassed only by that one time you grilled up hot dogs for the two of you wearing nothing but a saucy apron and repeatedly asking John to describe in detail how much he wanted your meat. 

You smirk with distinct satisfaction. That was good. Real good.

But this is better.

what? oh no trust me babe i am here and present and in all ways accounted for

can you not even give a dude enough romantic tickpoints to dim the lights down, draw attention away from our squalid living conditions and hone in on the moodset of half naked man in birthday boys bedroom

give me some credit here

skyderping:

headtechturngod:

do you see what ive got you doing now as we navigate this impasse between my slobbering nakedly all over your pillows in compromising positions and your own prudish tooly reluctance which is more like you just being a tightass for the sake of difficulty which you seem to enjoy

youre flirting john. and this was my plan all along dare i say that its not tender…

but well done

flirting.

dave, i’ll be doing more than just flirting when i get there.

and speaking of getting there, i am about to open the door.

you sure are

the door to endless pleasurable opportunities such as the variety your brain has never perversed into being

waiting on you babe

skyderping:

headtechturngod:

youre doing this all wrong christ do i have to coddle you through every sexual encounter youre fated to fail at without my intervention

you arent supposed to kick it egbert youre supposed to

gasp

fuck it oh my god billions shocked the constitutionally frail faint from awe and disbelief as the very planes of the earth shake with the force of eureka sent mindquo backwash

this is god damn inconceivable my blood pressure is out of control

also you could spank it a bit if you wanted thats cool

oh my god.

i’m only going to “fuck it” if it is worthy of being graced with the egbertian dick ok. otherwise, the only audience it’s going to get is with my feet and this high-powered kick. i hope it is ready, because i have a feeling it will be “tender” either way.

do you see what ive got you doing now as we navigate this impasse between my slobbering nakedly all over your pillows in compromising positions and your own prudish tooly reluctance which is more like you just being a tightass for the sake of difficulty which you seem to enjoy

youre flirting john. and this was my plan all along dare i say that its not tender…

but well done

(Source: another-death)

xandycandy:

among the decay of wild forest by brookeshaden on Flickr.

rebel6:

I gave you my heart on a plate

skyderping replied to your post: skyderping replied to your post: skyderping…

oh my god, dave. i am going to kick your ass.

youre doing this all wrong christ do i have to coddle you through every sexual encounter youre fated to fail at without my intervention

you arent supposed to kick it egbert youre supposed to

gasp

fuck it oh my god billions shocked the constitutionally frail faint from awe and disbelief as the very planes of the earth shake with the force of eureka sent mindquo backwash

this is god damn inconceivable my blood pressure is out of control

also you could spank it a bit if you wanted thats cool

rmkern:

Trashed office. (Taken with Instagram at Letchworth Village)

aliveandreaming:

the wave by Sandra Bartocha on Flickr.