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[dishonests]

☏ call. ≔ text. 💻 video. ✘ action.

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[abetting]

[ It's mostly what this is about. ]

That would a creative way to ask for a blowjob, yep.

Has it ever been asked like that? For you?

[dishonests]

[ mmmhmmm. ]

No, people don't generally speak in euphemisms where I'm from. If you want someone to suck your cock, you say it just like that.

In truth, I'd never heard the word 'blowjob' before I arrived here.

[abetting]

[ A little coyness can be healthy? ]

That's way easier. Less confusion in the long run.

Not gonna lie, it's a pretty stupid term. Straightforward enough, but come on. Without context it's really... boring.

It's good to know you've already got that term covered, though.

[dishonests]

[ not to mention effective. ]

I suppose it's wanting for creativity. Doesn't really make a whole lot of sense either, does it? You're not exactly blowing anything. Quite the opposite.

[ clearly he's given it some thought. ]

So, how do you usually say it?

[abetting]

[ Glad to hear it. ]

Generally speaking? I'd just say, let me go down on you.

Gender-neutral, politically correct, gets the fucking point across easy.

[dishonests]

I like that one a fair bit more. It really paints the picture.

And you could say it to a woman as well as a man? [ he's assuming that's what "gender-neutral" means, though he has no idea what political correctness has to do with it, or what poltical correctness even is. ]

[abetting]

You could. To a man and a woman, too, if that's your thing.

Got any plans running along that thread?

[ He's not fishing. That'd be too much of a pun, even for him. Even if it applies. ]

[dishonests]

[ he huffs a laugh, even though I t can't be heard on the other end. ]

What, to go down on someone or have them do it to me? [ is this a solicitation, connor. ]

[abetting]

[ Depends on what the answer would be to either yes or no. ]

I suppose both, for the full breadth of experience.

Unless that's too personal?

[dishonests]

That's possibly one of the least personal things anyone's ever asked me. [ bit of an exaggeration, obviously, but he'll always talk freely about his sex life. anything else might be crossing a line, but there's nothing too personal about sex. ] I don't have any specific plans, no, but I am ever hopeful it's in the stars.

[ after deciding how blunt he wants to be, ]

Are you offering?

[ blunt it is, then. ]

[abetting]

Wouldn't have broached the subject matter if I wasn't, myself, hopeful.

[ It's equal amounts honesty and distraction, where Connor's concerned. ]

Is it a good time to ask?

[dishonests]

[ in matters such as these, cassidy prefers a bit of honesty. they get to the good part faster that way. ]

Well, I was occupied, but I suppose I could be swayed to set it aside.

[ he's actually not doing anything important (it's not like he has a job), and even if he were, his next text makes it clear he's already been won. ]

Where shall I meet you? [ or vice-versa. ]

[abetting]

[ For his part, Connor can't stay idle for too long. It drives him crazy. There's a need in him to keep moving, to keep fighting (though perhaps 'fight' is not the right word for it), to keep trying to be better than what he is in one particular moment.

He's neglected that beast for quite some time. He's trying to make it up.

Connor sends over an address - somewhere close to the coast, but not so close that the sea threatens to drown conversation - and notes the time. ]

I'm five minutes out from there.

[dishonests]

[ admittedly, idleness doesn't suit cassidy much either. since he can't live his usual lifestyle here, he feels a little stir-crazy, some days more than others. needless to say, any distraction is a welcome one.

unsurprisingly, he spends a lot of time near the coast. he lives on it, actually, but even when he's not at the dilapidated squat he and freddie call home, he doesn't usually stray far from the ocean. so the area is familiar to him, and due to an impeccable sense of direction, he knows exactly where to go to reach that address. ]

Then I shall see you in five minutes, or thereabouts.


( do you want to switch to action? )

is it cool if it's action on here? also i swear i thought i hit enter days ago /sweats

[abetting]

See you then.

[ The address leads to one of those little box-rooms with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, overlooking the sea. There's a little of soundproofing, mostly to mask the sound of waves crashing on smoothed rocks along the shore, positioned along it in a way that the city lights are tucked behind the buildings.

Looking out of the windows, all one sees is the water, endless, little lights framing the view without distracting from it.

Connor likes it here. He found out about it during Elena's birthday bash, while trying to find a place to change into after getting sand in his clothes. It's often quiet, if you could ignore the awkward thumping that happens occasionally, but given the city's propensity for casual intimacy - what a combination of words, that - he supposes it's always been par for the course as with everything else in this city.

He shows up with a few seconds left, sleeves of his shirt pulled up to midway between elbow and wrist, and knocks to check if he's ahead or late. ]

Hello?