'Time is more valuable than money. You can get more money, but you cannot get more time.' And these are hours I can not get back, despite the benefit of this trade deal. [But yet he is forced to stay actively engaged in it. If it was possible for texts to sound vaguely annoyed, that one would. The latter part of it less so however.]
[Adam has a lot of both, admittedly. But currently he can feel himself dwindling away as several people in an entirely different continent drone on about mergers and predicted earnings. He is so bored that he wishes he could die, just to end this insufferable call.
[He is impressed with the others response, as usual. That's one of those things that keeps Adam coming back for more.]
The front desk will have your name. I will see you soon.
[The building is nestled into the financial district. There are several offices most of which are empty this time of night. An older man sits at the front quietly guarding the elevators reading a paper in front of him. He barely raises his gaze over the top.]
Ignatius? Fortieth floor.
[Once the other gets there he'll find several open desks, soft glows of screens the only real lights save from the office in the very back where the soft sounds of voices linger.
When the other arrives in the large office Adam is unfortunately actually working. He flips through several printed pages beside his computer and speaks to an office phone set on speaker in front of him. One of the few pleasures of dealing with older businessmen; They haven't quite discovered the full benefits of Zoom meetings; mainly video evidence of undivided attention.
Adam is speaking in another language, in fact everyone on the call seems to be. If Iggy pays enough attention he'll discovered they're speaking Mandarin. Adam motions for the other to get a drink for himself at a dry bar set near his desk taking his own half empty glass and downing it and setting it on the edge of his desk. In a lull in the conversation in front of him he speaks a request quietly, and in English, to Iggy.]
[Ignatius. Yeah, in a place this rich you're not an 'Iggy.' He nods his thanks and gets in the elevator. The ride up is long enough that he sincerely debates a bump, but with Adam it's probably best to only ingest what's he's told to.
Iggy walks in like he belongs there, going to the bar when instructed. He shows absolutely no offense at the fact that Adam is staying otherwise engaged, and at the drink request he simply fetches it silently.
Iggy studies the things Adam likes - he didn't even know cognac was a thing until he met him.
He places the glass of cognac carefully by Adam's hand, on a coaster. No way do you leave rings on a desk like this one.
Iggy steps back to lounge prettily at the bar, sipping a gin and soda. He suspects he'll be under the desk in short order.]
[Moments like these are another reason why Adam enjoys the company of Iggy. He is dutiful and attentive while being respectfully distant, he doesn't make a scene when Adam doesn't stop everything and pay attention to him. He is quiet and stays out of the way after doing what he is told.
Adam says a quiet word of thanks before taking the drink, he takes it in his hand holding it as he speaks. The conversation is heated for a moment, and Adam is thankful for the drink to stay his tongue. He takes a sip and and takes a moment to look over Iggy purposefully sat in front of him. It is true, it's only a matter of time before the other will fully utilize the beautiful form in front of him.
And that time is about ten minutes later when the conversation seems to shift again and Adams participation in it wanes. When the subsequent conversation becomes fully seated, a woman on the other end fully speaking now, he ushers the other to near him. When he does Adam will fully tug the young man towards him. Resting him in his lap and kissing him, deeply being cautious of the amount of noise they are making. The kiss is silent, yet bold. Had it been any other situation he'd moan in contentment but he is purposefully cautious.]
[Knowing that he's being looked at, Iggy preens a little, stretching his legs out. He stays where he is, sipping his drink, until Adam gestures at him. He sets his glass aside (again: on a coaster) and crosses to Adam's desk in a few long steps.
He perches in Adam's lap, one arm going around his neck as he kisses back. Naturally vocal, he nonetheless stays silent now.
Iggy drops his free hand to gently palm Adam's dick through his slacks. He can't help but smile - the thrill really is fantastic.]
[The other is just as tall as he is, perhaps just a touch shorter, but he is thin. Pale. He is entrancing as he moves and even more so when he returns the kiss with equal response.
And overwhelmingly so when his hand plays with him through the fabric of his dress slacks. He wastes no time and it is appreciated. Adam presses into that touch and deepens the kiss as he does so to keep himself quiet. Listening halfheartedly to the tinny conversation happening in front of him while he slowly rocks hips underneath the other and firm hands travel underneath the others shirt. His touch, as usual, cool against the warmth of Iggy.]
[Iggy allows himself the luxury of a single sigh, soft and by Adam's ear. He doesn't want to give then away, but he also wants Adam to know he's pleased.
He squeezes Adam through his pants and then pulls back, licking his lips. He raises his eyebrows before looking down at Adam's crotch, then back up into his eyes.
[The conversation never falters, Adam didn't think they would. Sir drones a lot is back. He's sure he's going over the same things they've already gone over before. This meeting had been penciled in for most of the night but Adam wasn't sure he needed it.
Apparently he had been wrong.
His attention doesn't hover at the phone for long though as Iggy shifts around and firmly grasps Adams cock. Light green eyes meet the others as he has his attention and as the silent offer is laid before him it's hard to ever imagine a world where he'd say no.
So he nods pointedly at the other. That is after all why he called him there, he's no fool and Adam supposes that is why he pays the other so well. He'll be especially rewarded for this one, considering the sanity he is saving.]
[Iggy slides off of Adam's lap with some regret, instead getting to his knees. The fact that he's put on a thousand dollar suit just to kneel on the carpet is pretty funny, he supposes, but he likes to think it adds to the fantasy.
Long, thin fingers open Adam's fly and tug his slacks down enough that he can get his hand in, carefully freeing Adam's cock from his underwear. Iggy gets to work immediately, taking him in his mouth after a few firm strokes.
Time, after all, is money.
He doesn't rush, partly because that's likely to make too much noise. Iggy keeps one hand moving wherever his mouth doesn't reach, settling into an easy rhythm. He knows that Adam will direct him when he wants to, most likely by using his hair as a handle. It's fine - he expects it, expects to have his throat used. The only challenge is to stay silent, and he be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.]
[Whether it he be slung over him on his lap, or down between his legs, Adam is presently contented.
But between his legs is a favourite, as always.
Adam shifts to make the act just a little easier, pushing his hips just on the edge of the office chair he's been perched in, his gaze unfaltering as he watches the other move to position. The effort of the outfit is not lost on Adam and it does add to the fantasy of it all. It's perfectly fitted to him and accents his body spectacularly, just about any clothing he wore did that truthfully. It was one of the reasons he had been so drawn to Iggy. His presence and style truly a force to be reckoned with.
And he picked up quickly.
He lets out the softest of sighs as the other slowly starts the blowjob. The sound is barely audible but the gesture is marked. His hands indeed find their way into Iggy's dramatic curls and lock into the soft strands. He'll direct the pace as he sees fit, but for now he gives the other full control. Splitting attention from the conversation to the young man with a skilled ease that hints this isn't quite his first time doing this.
[Iggy loves giving head; the salty, heavy thickness on his tongue, the intensely masculine scent. He shifts so he can take Adam deeper, his hand creeping lower to fondle his balls as he does so.
Still mindful of noise, he speeds up a little. His eyes are mostly closed, his breathing carefully regulated. He sucks and tongues, then lets Adam's cock fuck into his throat as best the angle will allow.
He's not worried about making Adam come too fast - the man has the fastest refractory time Iggy has ever seen. Multiple rounds are not unusual.
He wonders if the call goes on if he'll be getting fucked while someone continues to drone in a language he doesn't understand.]
[It's Adams turn to quell questionable noises. He's never overly vocal but its hard not to be when Iggy is at the helm. He's got a way with his tongue that isn't like anything Adam has had before. He fully enjoys the act and Adam fully enjoys receiving it.
But he bites his lip and keeps his noises barely audible. Slowly working his hips against the chair, pressing himself deeper into Iggys mouth. Enjoying watching his cock disappear into the others mouth but the angle is hard and he digs his fingers into the others scalp pulling him off for a moment so Adam can rise out of his chair to hover over the other pinning him slightly between the desk and his hips again. He leans down for a moment pulling the others head back so he can meet it for a quick, rough, kiss. Before he pulls away completely he speaks against the others ear, sound barely audible on his lips.]
Good boy.
[The words are soft, almost sweet but the act somewhat belittled by the forceful reintroduction of Adams cock to Iggys mouth. Keeping his hand in the others hair he starts to properly fuck that beautiful mouth of the other man.]
[There it is - pain at his scalp, and he's being pulled off. Iggy looks up, watching reverently as Adam rises. It's easy to do - the guy is in great shape.
The kiss in unexpected but deeply appreciated, the words even more so. Iggy shivers and has just enough time to smile before he's being directed back to business.
Which he attends to with as much enthusiasm as possible while still staying quiet. After a point that really just means holding on and breathing, keeping his throat open, and not whimpering or making any other sounds. The last is difficult. His eyes grow wetter and his hands grip one of Adam's thighs and the edge of the desk respectively.]
[The warmth of Iggys mouth is inviting and with each deep thrust it becomes warmer and wetter as the depth causes Iggy's mouth to water. But still he takes it, professional. Through and through.
His pace deepens for a moment or two before his orgasm washes over him. Normally even Adam would not be quiet about that sort of thing. However the situation necessitates it.
He empties himself into the younger man holding him still as he does. Soft pants the only hint of his enjoyment. Adam purposefully watches as the other swallows him down, just about licking his lips at the sight. He doesn't get to enjoy it in its fullness however as the conversation shifts slightly forcing Adam to engage. When he speaks his voice is somewhat broken at first, doing his best to keep his slightly winded position unknown.]
[Not enough credit goes to people who don't gag when they're suddenly flooded with ejaculate. Iggy lets Adam use him completely, swallowing, and it's only when Adam pulls back that Iggy stands. He holds up a finger - one moment - and in a few long strides exits the office.
Outside, he lets himself cough and gasp a bit. He finds his way to the bathroom so he can have a moment to regroup - he splashes some cold water on his face, brushes his teeth with a travel toothbrush, fixes his hair. All told he's only gone about five minutes.
He lets himself back into Adam's office, cool as a breeze, and gestures at Adam's glass with his eyebrows raised.
He knows now he'll either be silently dismissed, or allowed a brief respite before another go. Either way, it's the little touches like refilling cognac that provide the standard of customer service Iggy likes to maintain.]
[He watches as the other leaves, with eyes somewhat hazy. Contented and satisfied for now, it wont last long admittedly. Something about the other man drives him absolutely wild and he can't quite put a finger on it yet. Maybe its the fact that Iggy is so good at what he does, maybe it's just the simple fact that he doesn't ask questions or make demands. Maybe it's just that the other is incredibly attractive.
Either way when the other returns and offers to refresh his drink he nods. He's professional again and when the other brings him his drink he motions for Iggy to sit on the desk in front of him.]
[Iggy perches on the edge of the desk, one long leg crossed over the other. He's a collection of angles, and he knows every one and how to turn them to his advantage. Here, with Adam, he isn't going to pull the faces he would with his friends or even the lovers he takes for fun. No, he'll sit pretty and look brightly interested, keeping his best side turned forward just a little.]
[The peacocking is not lost on the older man and he delights in the other, perfectly perched, on the edge of his large oak desk.
He knows just how to present himself and Adam enjoys the sight, hands dancing across the long legs as he speaks in likely seemingly tongues to Iggy. He'll be rewarded for this, of course he likely already knows that, but Adam is flush with enjoyment and it shows in the idle touches keeping him from simply staring off into space as he had been earlier. Funnily enough despite his lack of full engagement in the conversation he's more attentive now that he is busying hims hands with the other.
A good whore should know his place and Iggy does. He'll have to remember that for the future of these late night business meetings.]
[It would be, though Adam does get it. More and more that is how people work. He doesn't enjoy it, but he does understand it.
But he is thankful it doesn't come up with Iggy usually.
The conversation wanes once more on Adams end. This time a woman seems to take his place in speaking. Bright, alert. A stark change from the previous speaker and as she begins to reign the conversation to her Adams attention is on the other again settling between his legs, pulling the other to the edge of the desk so he can pepper soft and silent kisses down the others neck. Kissing any bit of exposed skin he can.]
[Iggy scoots into position, draping his skinny arms over Adam's shoulders. He tips his head back and a little to the side, giving as much access as he can without loosening his collar. He giggles silently when Adam kisses over a particularly sensitive spot - laughing without sound is, at least, something he does all the time without thinking.
Iggy shifts just enough to kiss Adam's mouth, soft but open.
[The act is sweet and simple. Every now and then Adam barks what can only be assumed to be a 'yes' or 'no' in Mandarin. Short little quips that barely take his attention to the task at hand.
Adam dictates the tone of the kiss, he keeps it light. Adds a nip or two for attention and variance now and again. Eventually though hands slide into suit coat and push it off broad shoulders. Once that's off hands play with the bottom edges of the dress shirt underneath. It's tailored to fit the other well and tucks into the belt line neatly. It's easy to tug out of belt loops and slowly Adam starts to undo each button up the length of it. Slow and steady listening for little cues that stray his attention periodically.
The whole time he does this his attention to Iggy's lips intensify deepening the kiss with each undone button.]
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And these are hours I can not get back, despite the benefit of this trade deal. [But yet he is forced to stay actively engaged in it. If it was possible for texts to sound vaguely annoyed, that one would. The latter part of it less so however.]
I don't suppose you are currently free?
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[Which is actually how he feels about it.
Iggy, who is sitting on his couch in sweatpants painting his toenails, figures that yeah, he could be described as such.]
for you baby I'm always free. 💕
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There is only one clear solution.]
Come to the office.
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sure thing baby, on my way.
[He goes to his room to get dressed and fix his hair; one does not show up to a high powered office looking like a broke art student.
Good suit, good shoes, hair tamed. He calls an Uber, texting again only when he's arrived.]
coming up in the elevator.
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The front desk will have your name. I will see you soon.
[The building is nestled into the financial district. There are several offices most of which are empty this time of night. An older man sits at the front quietly guarding the elevators reading a paper in front of him. He barely raises his gaze over the top.]
Ignatius? Fortieth floor.
[Once the other gets there he'll find several open desks, soft glows of screens the only real lights save from the office in the very back where the soft sounds of voices linger.
When the other arrives in the large office Adam is unfortunately actually working. He flips through several printed pages beside his computer and speaks to an office phone set on speaker in front of him. One of the few pleasures of dealing with older businessmen; They haven't quite discovered the full benefits of Zoom meetings; mainly video evidence of undivided attention.
Adam is speaking in another language, in fact everyone on the call seems to be. If Iggy pays enough attention he'll discovered they're speaking Mandarin. Adam motions for the other to get a drink for himself at a dry bar set near his desk taking his own half empty glass and downing it and setting it on the edge of his desk. In a lull in the conversation in front of him he speaks a request quietly, and in English, to Iggy.]
Cognac, neat. Please love.
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Iggy walks in like he belongs there, going to the bar when instructed. He shows absolutely no offense at the fact that Adam is staying otherwise engaged, and at the drink request he simply fetches it silently.
Iggy studies the things Adam likes - he didn't even know cognac was a thing until he met him.
He places the glass of cognac carefully by Adam's hand, on a coaster. No way do you leave rings on a desk like this one.
Iggy steps back to lounge prettily at the bar, sipping a gin and soda. He suspects he'll be under the desk in short order.]
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Adam says a quiet word of thanks before taking the drink, he takes it in his hand holding it as he speaks. The conversation is heated for a moment, and Adam is thankful for the drink to stay his tongue. He takes a sip and and takes a moment to look over Iggy purposefully sat in front of him. It is true, it's only a matter of time before the other will fully utilize the beautiful form in front of him.
And that time is about ten minutes later when the conversation seems to shift again and Adams participation in it wanes. When the subsequent conversation becomes fully seated, a woman on the other end fully speaking now, he ushers the other to near him. When he does Adam will fully tug the young man towards him. Resting him in his lap and kissing him, deeply being cautious of the amount of noise they are making. The kiss is silent, yet bold. Had it been any other situation he'd moan in contentment but he is purposefully cautious.]
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He perches in Adam's lap, one arm going around his neck as he kisses back. Naturally vocal, he nonetheless stays silent now.
Iggy drops his free hand to gently palm Adam's dick through his slacks. He can't help but smile - the thrill really is fantastic.]
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And overwhelmingly so when his hand plays with him through the fabric of his dress slacks. He wastes no time and it is appreciated. Adam presses into that touch and deepens the kiss as he does so to keep himself quiet. Listening halfheartedly to the tinny conversation happening in front of him while he slowly rocks hips underneath the other and firm hands travel underneath the others shirt. His touch, as usual, cool against the warmth of Iggy.]
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He squeezes Adam through his pants and then pulls back, licking his lips. He raises his eyebrows before looking down at Adam's crotch, then back up into his eyes.
The offer, he thinks, is pretty clear.]
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Apparently he had been wrong.
His attention doesn't hover at the phone for long though as Iggy shifts around and firmly grasps Adams cock. Light green eyes meet the others as he has his attention and as the silent offer is laid before him it's hard to ever imagine a world where he'd say no.
So he nods pointedly at the other. That is after all why he called him there, he's no fool and Adam supposes that is why he pays the other so well. He'll be especially rewarded for this one, considering the sanity he is saving.]
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Long, thin fingers open Adam's fly and tug his slacks down enough that he can get his hand in, carefully freeing Adam's cock from his underwear. Iggy gets to work immediately, taking him in his mouth after a few firm strokes.
Time, after all, is money.
He doesn't rush, partly because that's likely to make too much noise. Iggy keeps one hand moving wherever his mouth doesn't reach, settling into an easy rhythm. He knows that Adam will direct him when he wants to, most likely by using his hair as a handle. It's fine - he expects it, expects to have his throat used. The only challenge is to stay silent, and he be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.]
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But between his legs is a favourite, as always.
Adam shifts to make the act just a little easier, pushing his hips just on the edge of the office chair he's been perched in, his gaze unfaltering as he watches the other move to position. The effort of the outfit is not lost on Adam and it does add to the fantasy of it all. It's perfectly fitted to him and accents his body spectacularly, just about any clothing he wore did that truthfully. It was one of the reasons he had been so drawn to Iggy. His presence and style truly a force to be reckoned with.
And he picked up quickly.
He lets out the softest of sighs as the other slowly starts the blowjob. The sound is barely audible but the gesture is marked. His hands indeed find their way into Iggy's dramatic curls and lock into the soft strands. He'll direct the pace as he sees fit, but for now he gives the other full control. Splitting attention from the conversation to the young man with a skilled ease that hints this isn't quite his first time doing this.
And it probably wont be his last.]
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Still mindful of noise, he speeds up a little. His eyes are mostly closed, his breathing carefully regulated. He sucks and tongues, then lets Adam's cock fuck into his throat as best the angle will allow.
He's not worried about making Adam come too fast - the man has the fastest refractory time Iggy has ever seen. Multiple rounds are not unusual.
He wonders if the call goes on if he'll be getting fucked while someone continues to drone in a language he doesn't understand.]
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But he bites his lip and keeps his noises barely audible. Slowly working his hips against the chair, pressing himself deeper into Iggys mouth. Enjoying watching his cock disappear into the others mouth but the angle is hard and he digs his fingers into the others scalp pulling him off for a moment so Adam can rise out of his chair to hover over the other pinning him slightly between the desk and his hips again. He leans down for a moment pulling the others head back so he can meet it for a quick, rough, kiss. Before he pulls away completely he speaks against the others ear, sound barely audible on his lips.]
Good boy.
[The words are soft, almost sweet but the act somewhat belittled by the forceful reintroduction of Adams cock to Iggys mouth. Keeping his hand in the others hair he starts to properly fuck that beautiful mouth of the other man.]
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The kiss in unexpected but deeply appreciated, the words even more so. Iggy shivers and has just enough time to smile before he's being directed back to business.
Which he attends to with as much enthusiasm as possible while still staying quiet. After a point that really just means holding on and breathing, keeping his throat open, and not whimpering or making any other sounds. The last is difficult. His eyes grow wetter and his hands grip one of Adam's thighs and the edge of the desk respectively.]
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His pace deepens for a moment or two before his orgasm washes over him. Normally even Adam would not be quiet about that sort of thing. However the situation necessitates it.
He empties himself into the younger man holding him still as he does. Soft pants the only hint of his enjoyment. Adam purposefully watches as the other swallows him down, just about licking his lips at the sight. He doesn't get to enjoy it in its fullness however as the conversation shifts slightly forcing Adam to engage. When he speaks his voice is somewhat broken at first, doing his best to keep his slightly winded position unknown.]
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Outside, he lets himself cough and gasp a bit. He finds his way to the bathroom so he can have a moment to regroup - he splashes some cold water on his face, brushes his teeth with a travel toothbrush, fixes his hair. All told he's only gone about five minutes.
He lets himself back into Adam's office, cool as a breeze, and gestures at Adam's glass with his eyebrows raised.
He knows now he'll either be silently dismissed, or allowed a brief respite before another go. Either way, it's the little touches like refilling cognac that provide the standard of customer service Iggy likes to maintain.]
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Either way when the other returns and offers to refresh his drink he nods. He's professional again and when the other brings him his drink he motions for Iggy to sit on the desk in front of him.]
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He knows just how to present himself and Adam enjoys the sight, hands dancing across the long legs as he speaks in likely seemingly tongues to Iggy. He'll be rewarded for this, of course he likely already knows that, but Adam is flush with enjoyment and it shows in the idle touches keeping him from simply staring off into space as he had been earlier. Funnily enough despite his lack of full engagement in the conversation he's more attentive now that he is busying hims hands with the other.
A good whore should know his place and Iggy does. He'll have to remember that for the future of these late night business meetings.]
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He kind of wants to check his phone, but that would be a terrible idea, so he doesn't. Just waits, looking pretty and attentive.]
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But he is thankful it doesn't come up with Iggy usually.
The conversation wanes once more on Adams end. This time a woman seems to take his place in speaking. Bright, alert. A stark change from the previous speaker and as she begins to reign the conversation to her Adams attention is on the other again settling between his legs, pulling the other to the edge of the desk so he can pepper soft and silent kisses down the others neck. Kissing any bit of exposed skin he can.]
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Iggy shifts just enough to kiss Adam's mouth, soft but open.
He loves this part, he really does.]
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Adam dictates the tone of the kiss, he keeps it light. Adds a nip or two for attention and variance now and again. Eventually though hands slide into suit coat and push it off broad shoulders. Once that's off hands play with the bottom edges of the dress shirt underneath. It's tailored to fit the other well and tucks into the belt line neatly. It's easy to tug out of belt loops and slowly Adam starts to undo each button up the length of it. Slow and steady listening for little cues that stray his attention periodically.
The whole time he does this his attention to Iggy's lips intensify deepening the kiss with each undone button.]
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i am suuuuper sorry for being crazy slow basically all i have done is draw horses for days D:
you never ever have to apologise I never mind
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