[And just like the selfie showed is how he turns up, tweed overcoat and hoodie, chipped black and red nail polish in dire need of a re-do by Grace. He saunters into the cocktail bar like he's better dressed than he is, because it wouldn't be the first time he's met a rich and powerful Daddy-type in a situation like this, and normally he would've put on a good clean button down if told to but this is so much more fun.
He'll stride right up to his new Daddy with that same confidence, smarmy little smile and hands now in his pockets. His brows shoot up and there are no qualms to be had about this because just like he'll pay one dude to Daddy him, he'll happily take money from another to play the perfect sugar baby.]
Mr. Stark. Is that what you'd like me to call you?
[ There's a decent sized part of Tony that likes playing the brat, pushing buttons until he gets a reaction or gets his way or both, but since arriving in Duplicity he's discovered that there's an even larger part that enjoys putting brats in their place. Or maybe just watching them do their thing until he can bring them to heel. From personal experience, he' well aware of the artifice of the performance, of what Theo gets out of playing by his own rules and breaking everyone else's -- which makes the idea of controlling some of those impulses even more interesting.
Tony's in his own private booth, suit jacket unbuttoned, tie slightly loose. The fabric is all dark blues and blacks, matching the blueish tint to his shades. One leg crossed over the knee of the other, arm up along the back of the booth, it's as if he's been waiting there all night. There's a bottle of champagne on ice waiting on the small table to one side, plus two glasses.
As Theo arrives, he tilts his head to look up at him, a thoughtful angle. He reaches up to pull his shades off, folding them up one handed before slipping them into his jacket pocket. ]
[He's shrugging his coat back off his shoulders, letting it hang on his belt elbows as his eyes flick to the booth - he's still got a smile on his face, anticipation stringing through him like plucked at guitar strings in his chest. He thinks about asking Tony what side he wants him on, playing up the role of obedient sugar babe in the making but he also wants to see how this plays out more organically. Will he be curbed back into place, how far before a reprimand? The whole nine yards. So he glides into the seat, jacket stashed by his side and stares at Tony through a small gap of space between them.]
You look quite nice tonight, though I'm sure you know that.
[ Ever the gracious host, he sits up so he can reach over and pull the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket, the gesture suggesting it's far from the first time he's made this move. He follows it up by pulling the cork out with a practiced twist of his hand, taking his time to pour them both a drink. ]
So I kind of figured you'd turn up with some clothes or something. You know, the whole deal. Unless you've got some layers on underneath which I'm.. [ He glances over at Theo, letting his gaze wander down his body. ] Pretty sure isn't likely.
[ The bottle goes back in the bucket and Tony plucks up the flutes, offering one out to Theo. ]
Don't misplace your trust in this slutty witch, Mr. Stark.
[He may look like a gremlin in a hoodie but he sits forward, reaching out for the glass; he's gentle with it, not his first rodeo with expensive drinks even if he looks more suited to detention than a gala at present. He'll take a moment to sip the champagne, get a feel for the taste, before he's leaning back against the booth and giving a mild shrug.]
What do you want to see? Give me a vision. I'll give you a reality.
[ Tony mirrors Theo's movements, settling back on the couch seat, one arm up along the back, re-crossing one leg over the other. He offers the younger man a small toast with his flute before he drinks, his expression thoughtful as he considers the offer. ]
So this reality.. how real? I'm guessing it's some kind of spell, right? I say what I want, you switch things out, hey presto. But is it look don't touch? All visual, no physical?
[He says with an absent shrug - as long as he's concentrating, it should at least appear to feel the way it looks much like his face does when he's wearing Oliver's. Is he as confident in these abilities as he acts? Not wholly, but listen - he is determined to be a slutty witch and ready to oversell himself. Worst case, it all fades away when his mind blanks out from an orgasm. Terrible.]
Of course, you can always take me shopping later if you want to actually keep any souvenirs.
[ Tony drums his fingers idly on the back of the booth and drinks some more champagne as he watches Theo, mentally reviewing his options. Finally he flicks his hand towards him, indicating that he should go ahead and do his thing. ]
Let's start with a suit like mine. Three piece, two button. Dove grey. White shirt, no tie. And give me a twirl. I wanna see the whole.. the thing.
[He could pout and sigh, take a leaf out of a bitchy Oliver's book at the idea of having to stand again - but instead he just sips champagne and pushes his coat out of the way so he can get back up to his feet. Stands right by the edge of the table, so Tony can have the booth to lounge in - and funnily enough, despite being the one standing, it doesn't feel at all like he's got an advantage from the height. Much the opposite, it's very on display with a modest urge to ask for a few thrown down dollar bills.
In the motion of standing up his silhouette had changed, though the suit doesn't settle in color until he's tugged on the lapels whilst looking to Tony. No tie, like promised, which gives him an excuse to leave several buttons undone and skin showing before he gives a little performative twirl. In the moment, his unnaturally blue eyes gleam a little brighter with the pulse of magic.]
[ The praise is easy and genuine. Tony settles back in the booth, pleased by the obedience as much as the show, which he has to admit is very impressive. Spinning up reality out of thin air is never going to stop being something that excites him as much as it makes him itchy to understand it. Right now though, he's pure appreciation. If he had dollar bills or roses to throw, they'd be raining down at Theo's feet.
As it is, he tilts his head, affecting a more thoughtful expression. ]
Darker. Lose the jacket, roll up your sleeves. How much skin can you show? If I touched you right now, I'd feel -- what?
[Theo shrugs his shoulders back like he'd be taking off the jacket, but instead it just blurs away. The other changes happen in the same blend of motion, though he rolls the sleeves himself at the tail end of it all. He takes his time with it, glancing up to look at Tony with a cheeky little smile. How much skin can he show? Oh, Mr. Stark. Don't give him such an easy to achieve challenge.]
You'd feel what I want you to feel - lay a hand on me and see.
[He leans forward to plant a palm on the table, the other arm outstretched Tony's way to encourage him. Truth be told another witch might be able to pick apart the spell - disassemble it, refuse his constructed reality. But there's just a little bit enough of a charm to stick to anyone in contact with him, influencing their belief if they'll let it - letting them feel what Theo's projecting. He may not be able to keep it up indefinitely but contracting with one of the most powerful Warlocks he's ever met has definitely helped his skills.]
And if you want me naked, you can just say so. No magic required, Daddy.
[ Tony doesn't need much more of an invitation than that. Leaning forward, he slides a hand obediently around Theo's bare forearm, then runs it up around his elbow and up underneath his bicep, somewhere between an interested client feeling out the merchandise and someone taking advantage of an offered treat. He keeps his gaze locked with Theo's as he does it, a smile lingering around the corners of his mouth. ]
You know what, that's pretty convincing.
[ He lets go of Theo's arm and uses the opportunity of closeness to reach up and curl his fingers under the younger man's chin instead, the pad of his thumb coming to rest lightly on Theo's lower lip. ]
You'd get naked right here? In the middle of the bar?
If you keep ordering me drinks and that's what you want? Sure.
[Do not look for modesty in this man, he has none. He's leaning ever so slightly in toward Tony, lips moving against his thumb as he spoke - before the tip of his tongue darts out to touch the tip of it soon after. All the while he's looking at Tony with a relaxed, low-lidded gaze. It'd be easier on him to just strip down too, so - he wins either and every way, he thinks.]
I like red wine, by the way. After the champagne's all gone.
If you want to be an expensive date, you should go for the top shelf hard liquor.
[ Tony lets his hand trail downwards, light touch feeling out the lines of Theo's throat. He lingers there for a moment, just fingertips and the pad of his thumb, the light flutter of a pulse under warm skin. Then he keeps going, holding that eye contact while angles down over the hollow between Theo's collarbones and flattens his palm against his chest as he describes an exploratory arc into the front of his shirt.
He spreads his fingers just like he's feeling up a girl, seeking out Theo's nipple with his middle finger and wondering how much of this is real and how much is magic -- and whether it matters. ]
[Theo is still while his hand moves, lips parted and his unblinking for the few seconds Tony's hand grazes his throat - he doesn't flinch, doesn't seem to suggest anything wrong about it but it is a particularly charged moment for him. His eyes flick down after Tony's hand moves to safer zones, lips twitching into a smile when he's feeling up his chest and he leans a little more into it. His nips aren't pierced (yet, anyway-) but his navel is.]
Daddy's going to spoil me at this rate.
[He's happy with that though, tongue sliding over the upper line of his teeth while he surveys Tony. Tempted to jump his bones, but also enjoying this indulgent air the moment holds. He's going to get expensively (and tastefully) wasted by the end of the night, he can sense it. He traces the finger of one hand along Tony's inner wrist, toward his hand and gives him a nudge.]
[ Even as he says it, he's unbuttoning Theo's shirt with practiced movements. It's not necessary at all, as Theo has literally just proved multiple times, but there's something to be said about the ritual of it, and in any case Tony prefers to stick to reality as far as he knows it. He gets them done quickly, then he's sliding both hands inside, around Theo's sides and over warm skin.
As he does it, he tips his chin up, studying the younger man's expression. ]
I can feel you. But I want to know it's real. [ His gaze is intense and hungry, but there's a seriousness to his tone that suggests he's no longer playing the game. ] Drop the magic act, I'm not interested in illusions.
[Theo has two levels to his response in being told to drop the magic act - the first is to easily concede and do so in a moment's time by returning to what he was wearing on arrival. His coat's sloped off him but he's still in a hoodie, much less erotic than a low buttoned shirt - but Tony's hand is still where it rested, now just over fabric rather than skin. He blinks for a beat, raising a brow as if to say 'that what you wanted?' before he moves on to the second level in his response. One he doesn't often do.
His eyes are no longer a too-perfect blue, but rather a dark and near black brown. No features on his face have changed but there's something less perfect about him, like a filter's been taken away and left him to resemble nothing but his mortal self. He blinks a few more times in silence, surveying Tony for his response, before he's tugging his hoodie up with one hand to show off a triangle of skin beneath.]
You want to feel real, this is real.
[He's interested, as always, in whether or not people still find him intriguing when all the act is gone.]
[ The material reappearing under Tony's palm is a weird sensation, a swoop of vertigo for a split second as his visual and physical senses relaying different things that makes him blink and shake his head. He reorients quickly, pulling his hands back to watch the rest of the show -- though it's not much of a show, more like a settling down of something he hadn't noticed until it disappeared.
His head tilts slightly as he looks back up at Theo, his gaze tracking across normal but still undoubtably good looking features. Obediently, he reaches out to flatten his palm over Theo's warm stomach, sliding around underneath the softer material of the hoodie to his hip. ]
Feels pretty real to me. Come here. [ He pushes at him a bit, angling to get him kneeling across him in the booth so he can put his mouth where his hand was. ]
[Who is he to say no to a request? Theo lets himself be moved and takes direction easily, holding up his shirt before lazily just crossing his arms to take the hoodie off all together. He's got one of Oliver's crop tops underneath that needs even less work to be held out of the way - otherwise his abdomen is bare, save for a navel piercing and the little circle by his hip that denotes a cursed mark left on him. Little circle with a sharp edged 'B' that swims like ink in water against his skin - though, for the moment, he's circumventing it's shitty effects.]
Kinda feels like you're great for a lot of things.
[ If it's a read, it's a mild one, though there's an edge to it that suggests that Tony could be cruel about it if he wanted to, though slut shaming from him would be pretty hypocritical. For right now, he just does what he's wanted to since Theo arrived and leans in to set nose and mouth against his abdomen, kissing and licking his way down a few inches before he pulls back again and tilts a look up at him. Speculative, as if he's considering something he might want to buy.
He flattens a hand along Theo's side, then moves it until he can put the pad of his thumb over that little tattoo. ]
What do you want? Truly. No bullshit. Not just from me or this moment. In general.
[Theo'd be used to that kind of read - he is undeniably used to it, to the point where he doesn't even recognize it - so he doesn't give a shit about picking at it. Especially when there's other fun to be had. He's playing a role after all, and part of that is... acting on slutty impulses? Whatever, 2023 him will have to deal with the meaning of it all and the weight it has on him but they're not there yet. Much rather, he's looking at Tony with his lips parted and a soft breath exhaling as he feels his lips move over his skin. He shivers only after that, when he's relaxing against Tony's touch and his thumb rests on the mark.
He's put his hand up on Tony's bicep somewhere in the process of the last few seconds, not thinking about it, but he looks back up to meet gaze. What does he want is such a fucking question. There are half dozen things he could say right now. Filler. Good retorts. Nothing particularly honest because:]
I don't know. A good time?
['I want you to think I'm confident in everything I do, not that I'm this shittily put together skeleton of a human who uses sex to avoid confronting my various issues and massive pile of backlogged baggage.']
I don't want messy, I don't want tethers. I want good times, free shit and a lot of sex. I like affection but I don't want to feel boxed in. Restricted. Sound fair?
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you want fancier, it's $50
you want sluttier, it's free
for a franklin, you can dress me any way you want. right down to the color palette
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The other $100 is an investment for next time.
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yes sirrrr
I'm putting my trust in you making the best of my assets
be there in thirty, then you can dress me up to your heart's content
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[And just like the selfie showed is how he turns up, tweed overcoat and hoodie, chipped black and red nail polish in dire need of a re-do by Grace. He saunters into the cocktail bar like he's better dressed than he is, because it wouldn't be the first time he's met a rich and powerful Daddy-type in a situation like this, and normally he would've put on a good clean button down if told to but this is so much more fun.
He'll stride right up to his new Daddy with that same confidence, smarmy little smile and hands now in his pockets. His brows shoot up and there are no qualms to be had about this because just like he'll pay one dude to Daddy him, he'll happily take money from another to play the perfect sugar baby.]
Mr. Stark. Is that what you'd like me to call you?
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Tony's in his own private booth, suit jacket unbuttoned, tie slightly loose. The fabric is all dark blues and blacks, matching the blueish tint to his shades. One leg crossed over the knee of the other, arm up along the back of the booth, it's as if he's been waiting there all night. There's a bottle of champagne on ice waiting on the small table to one side, plus two glasses.
As Theo arrives, he tilts his head to look up at him, a thoughtful angle. He reaches up to pull his shades off, folding them up one handed before slipping them into his jacket pocket. ]
It'll do for now. Do you want a drink?
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[He's shrugging his coat back off his shoulders, letting it hang on his belt elbows as his eyes flick to the booth - he's still got a smile on his face, anticipation stringing through him like plucked at guitar strings in his chest. He thinks about asking Tony what side he wants him on, playing up the role of obedient sugar babe in the making but he also wants to see how this plays out more organically. Will he be curbed back into place, how far before a reprimand? The whole nine yards. So he glides into the seat, jacket stashed by his side and stares at Tony through a small gap of space between them.]
You look quite nice tonight, though I'm sure you know that.
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[ Ever the gracious host, he sits up so he can reach over and pull the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket, the gesture suggesting it's far from the first time he's made this move. He follows it up by pulling the cork out with a practiced twist of his hand, taking his time to pour them both a drink. ]
So I kind of figured you'd turn up with some clothes or something. You know, the whole deal. Unless you've got some layers on underneath which I'm.. [ He glances over at Theo, letting his gaze wander down his body. ] Pretty sure isn't likely.
[ The bottle goes back in the bucket and Tony plucks up the flutes, offering one out to Theo. ]
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[He may look like a gremlin in a hoodie but he sits forward, reaching out for the glass; he's gentle with it, not his first rodeo with expensive drinks even if he looks more suited to detention than a gala at present. He'll take a moment to sip the champagne, get a feel for the taste, before he's leaning back against the booth and giving a mild shrug.]
What do you want to see? Give me a vision. I'll give you a reality.
[Or a glamor, but hey. Same shit.]
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[ Tony mirrors Theo's movements, settling back on the couch seat, one arm up along the back, re-crossing one leg over the other. He offers the younger man a small toast with his flute before he drinks, his expression thoughtful as he considers the offer. ]
So this reality.. how real? I'm guessing it's some kind of spell, right? I say what I want, you switch things out, hey presto. But is it look don't touch? All visual, no physical?
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[He says with an absent shrug - as long as he's concentrating, it should at least appear to feel the way it looks much like his face does when he's wearing Oliver's. Is he as confident in these abilities as he acts? Not wholly, but listen - he is determined to be a slutty witch and ready to oversell himself. Worst case, it all fades away when his mind blanks out from an orgasm. Terrible.]
Of course, you can always take me shopping later if you want to actually keep any souvenirs.
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[ Tony drums his fingers idly on the back of the booth and drinks some more champagne as he watches Theo, mentally reviewing his options. Finally he flicks his hand towards him, indicating that he should go ahead and do his thing. ]
Let's start with a suit like mine. Three piece, two button. Dove grey. White shirt, no tie. And give me a twirl. I wanna see the whole.. the thing.
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In the motion of standing up his silhouette had changed, though the suit doesn't settle in color until he's tugged on the lapels whilst looking to Tony. No tie, like promised, which gives him an excuse to leave several buttons undone and skin showing before he gives a little performative twirl. In the moment, his unnaturally blue eyes gleam a little brighter with the pulse of magic.]
Lighter, darker?
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[ The praise is easy and genuine. Tony settles back in the booth, pleased by the obedience as much as the show, which he has to admit is very impressive. Spinning up reality out of thin air is never going to stop being something that excites him as much as it makes him itchy to understand it. Right now though, he's pure appreciation. If he had dollar bills or roses to throw, they'd be raining down at Theo's feet.
As it is, he tilts his head, affecting a more thoughtful expression. ]
Darker. Lose the jacket, roll up your sleeves. How much skin can you show? If I touched you right now, I'd feel -- what?
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[Theo shrugs his shoulders back like he'd be taking off the jacket, but instead it just blurs away. The other changes happen in the same blend of motion, though he rolls the sleeves himself at the tail end of it all. He takes his time with it, glancing up to look at Tony with a cheeky little smile. How much skin can he show? Oh, Mr. Stark. Don't give him such an easy to achieve challenge.]
You'd feel what I want you to feel - lay a hand on me and see.
[He leans forward to plant a palm on the table, the other arm outstretched Tony's way to encourage him. Truth be told another witch might be able to pick apart the spell - disassemble it, refuse his constructed reality. But there's just a little bit enough of a charm to stick to anyone in contact with him, influencing their belief if they'll let it - letting them feel what Theo's projecting. He may not be able to keep it up indefinitely but contracting with one of the most powerful Warlocks he's ever met has definitely helped his skills.]
And if you want me naked, you can just say so. No magic required, Daddy.
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You know what, that's pretty convincing.
[ He lets go of Theo's arm and uses the opportunity of closeness to reach up and curl his fingers under the younger man's chin instead, the pad of his thumb coming to rest lightly on Theo's lower lip. ]
You'd get naked right here? In the middle of the bar?
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[Do not look for modesty in this man, he has none. He's leaning ever so slightly in toward Tony, lips moving against his thumb as he spoke - before the tip of his tongue darts out to touch the tip of it soon after. All the while he's looking at Tony with a relaxed, low-lidded gaze. It'd be easier on him to just strip down too, so - he wins either and every way, he thinks.]
I like red wine, by the way. After the champagne's all gone.
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[ Tony lets his hand trail downwards, light touch feeling out the lines of Theo's throat. He lingers there for a moment, just fingertips and the pad of his thumb, the light flutter of a pulse under warm skin. Then he keeps going, holding that eye contact while angles down over the hollow between Theo's collarbones and flattens his palm against his chest as he describes an exploratory arc into the front of his shirt.
He spreads his fingers just like he's feeling up a girl, seeking out Theo's nipple with his middle finger and wondering how much of this is real and how much is magic -- and whether it matters. ]
Order whatever you want.
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Daddy's going to spoil me at this rate.
[He's happy with that though, tongue sliding over the upper line of his teeth while he surveys Tony. Tempted to jump his bones, but also enjoying this indulgent air the moment holds. He's going to get expensively (and tastefully) wasted by the end of the night, he can sense it. He traces the finger of one hand along Tony's inner wrist, toward his hand and gives him a nudge.]
I do my best work when spoiled. Go lower.
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[ Even as he says it, he's unbuttoning Theo's shirt with practiced movements. It's not necessary at all, as Theo has literally just proved multiple times, but there's something to be said about the ritual of it, and in any case Tony prefers to stick to reality as far as he knows it. He gets them done quickly, then he's sliding both hands inside, around Theo's sides and over warm skin.
As he does it, he tips his chin up, studying the younger man's expression. ]
I can feel you. But I want to know it's real. [ His gaze is intense and hungry, but there's a seriousness to his tone that suggests he's no longer playing the game. ] Drop the magic act, I'm not interested in illusions.
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His eyes are no longer a too-perfect blue, but rather a dark and near black brown. No features on his face have changed but there's something less perfect about him, like a filter's been taken away and left him to resemble nothing but his mortal self. He blinks a few more times in silence, surveying Tony for his response, before he's tugging his hoodie up with one hand to show off a triangle of skin beneath.]
You want to feel real, this is real.
[He's interested, as always, in whether or not people still find him intriguing when all the act is gone.]
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His head tilts slightly as he looks back up at Theo, his gaze tracking across normal but still undoubtably good looking features. Obediently, he reaches out to flatten his palm over Theo's warm stomach, sliding around underneath the softer material of the hoodie to his hip. ]
Feels pretty real to me. Come here. [ He pushes at him a bit, angling to get him kneeling across him in the booth so he can put his mouth where his hand was. ]
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[Who is he to say no to a request? Theo lets himself be moved and takes direction easily, holding up his shirt before lazily just crossing his arms to take the hoodie off all together. He's got one of Oliver's crop tops underneath that needs even less work to be held out of the way - otherwise his abdomen is bare, save for a navel piercing and the little circle by his hip that denotes a cursed mark left on him. Little circle with a sharp edged 'B' that swims like ink in water against his skin - though, for the moment, he's circumventing it's shitty effects.]
You know, I'm great for taking shots off of.
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[ If it's a read, it's a mild one, though there's an edge to it that suggests that Tony could be cruel about it if he wanted to, though slut shaming from him would be pretty hypocritical. For right now, he just does what he's wanted to since Theo arrived and leans in to set nose and mouth against his abdomen, kissing and licking his way down a few inches before he pulls back again and tilts a look up at him. Speculative, as if he's considering something he might want to buy.
He flattens a hand along Theo's side, then moves it until he can put the pad of his thumb over that little tattoo. ]
What do you want? Truly. No bullshit. Not just from me or this moment. In general.
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He's put his hand up on Tony's bicep somewhere in the process of the last few seconds, not thinking about it, but he looks back up to meet gaze. What does he want is such a fucking question. There are half dozen things he could say right now. Filler. Good retorts. Nothing particularly honest because:]
I don't know. A good time?
['I want you to think I'm confident in everything I do, not that I'm this shittily put together skeleton of a human who uses sex to avoid confronting my various issues and massive pile of backlogged baggage.']
I don't want messy, I don't want tethers. I want good times, free shit and a lot of sex. I like affection but I don't want to feel boxed in. Restricted. Sound fair?
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