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[fuckingburned]

Oh yeah? You got a secret kink for watching people fuse beads together?

[The grin's returned and Damien finishes emptying out the box. With a few quick motions, he's got the beads strung up on a rack and is comparing them for similarities, imperfections, and other such things.]

[iwillcatchup]

I do enjoy you getting a reaction out of other people. [Peter winks]

[He slides up close to Damien, a hand on the other man's hips] Are you a perfectionist when it comes to anal beads?

[fuckingburned]

I get the best reactions out of people.

[In his opinion. Most people's reactions are yelling and running because fire and violence and chaos follow Damien everywhere.

Damien blinks at the question and touch, then glances over to Peter with a smirk.]

Not really, but these are red and perfect size for making some fucking necklaces out of. See?

[They look as clear and solid as glass, unlike the other opaque, rubber ones in the bin beside them.]

[iwillcatchup]

Mardi Gras necklaces? {Peter leans in to steal a quick nibble on Damien's neck]

[fuckingburned]

That could work! A big long rope of these fuckers would look good on an all black outfit. [Damien tenses at the nibble and shoots his friend a smirk.] You being distracting on purpose, Speedy?

[iwillcatchup]

Yah it would. [Peter grins. And replies with a smirk of his own]

Just wanted to show my appreciation for the imagery you gave me.

[fuckingburned]

[Glad he agrees. Damien finishes his comparisons and selects three of the most-perfect strings to wrap up and put in a bag. Yes, sex toy jewelry. Fucking amazing.]

Appreciate your appreciation. Here's one for the better reason. [And lazily hooks a string of anal beads around Peter's neck like he just lassoed the man.]

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter smiles as Damien hooks the strong of beads around his neck. And moves forward to steal a quick kiss]

You need a cowboy hat if you are going to lasso me, Red.

[fuckingburned]

[Damien blinks at the kiss, but smirks a second later.]

Apparently I don't. Since I just got me a stallion.

[He gives the beads a little yank to prove the point, then backs off down the aisle.]

What next?

[iwillcatchup]

A stallion? [Peter grins at that assessment. Ego effectively stroked]

MMmmmmm I am going to check out some of the vibrators.

yo, expect some delays. tis the time for getting sick (ugh) hopefully it'll be done by weekend

[fuckingburned]

Yeah. Equine. Horse. Raging bucking bronco.

[Hell yes he knows Peter knows what a stallion is, but damn if it's not fun to play with him over it. He likes that ego.]

Vibrators? Rad! I'm coming with you.

[And bumps him in the side.]

Literally.

hope you feel better soon <3

[iwillcatchup]

And you are my cowboy half the time. Bucking bronco the other half. [Peter takes Damien's hand in his own. Smiling]

Yeah? Let's see how creative we can get.

it's working to get there, yes

[fuckingburned]

[Damien laughs at the comment.] Neigh, motherfucker. Neigh.

[He makes a bucking, gyrating motion with his hips before taking the hand grabbing for his.]

Creative huh. What, you want to chain some vibrators together?

[iwillcatchup]

I haven't fucked any mothers. Better find a new nickname.

[His eyes get wide as Damien makes those bucking, gyrating motions with his hips. He liked what he sees]

Nah. But I am sure I will get other ideas.

[fuckingburned]

You haven't basted any done any orcs, but I'll still call you a dork.

[Damien gives Peter a taunting push on the head, mussing some of that silver hair. You're not gonna curb that foul mouth of his, buddy.]

Lemme know when you get them. I'll vote.

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter loves Damien's foul mouth. Likes to hear him swear. Likes to make him swear too]

What are your thoughts on me getting a fake tail? [He gestures to some of the more decorative butt plugs]

[fuckingburned]

[Good, because he's not about to stop it. Even though a lot of people would like him to...]

A fake tail? [He glances to the items, and pulls a face.] Not my kink, man. I like you cause you're human. It's more erotic that way.

[Dressing up in other monster's clothes and shit is cool, hell, even costumes can be hilarious. But plastic vampire fangs, fake fins, and demon tail butt plugs during sexy times?

Ha ha nope.]

[iwillcatchup]

Plan on staying human. [Peter passes by the decorate butt plugs, and sorts through some of the ordinary ones. Well, as ordinary as one gets, when they are all different sizes and shapes.]

[fuckingburned]

So your kind of mutants still call yourselves humans, right? Despite being mutants and all.

[Damien eyes some of the decorative ones. Wai wai wai wai, just cause he said bleh to a demon tail out Peter's ass (because he prefers HIS demon tail IN Peter's ass), doesn't mean they have to bypass all the flairy ones.

Look at this one. Like a fucking jeweled scepte--] Fuck! Here's one topped with a fucking scythe!

[iwillcatchup]

Sometimes we have to. [Peter shrugs. He is not one of those fanatical ones, who gets up into arms about a word]

A what? [Peter turns to look at him.] Fuck...

[fuckingburned]

You "have" to? [Damien blinks at him.] The fuck does that mean?

[He picks up the plug and then abruptly brandishes at Peter like it's a real weapon.]

Prepare your ass, Speedy.

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter is quick enough to jump back a little. And then blurs behind Damien, to wrap his arms around the other man]

I prefer a certain wicked instrument in my ass. Your skilled tail. Jackass.

[fuckingburned]

[Damien blinks at the sudden vanish and then tenses up when arms wrap around him. Fuck! Totally forgot that!

No, seriously. He's that stupid sometimes.]

Oh yeah? You could've said so before hand.

[All the warning he gives before that very same tail--spade first--shoves itself down the back of Peter's pants and underwear, spooning up against his bare ass.]

[iwillcatchup]

[Peter gasps, arching to the sensation of the tail spooning up against his ass. He kisses at Damien's neck lightly]

You have the best toy one could ask for.

[fuckingburned]

[Damien hums as the kiss brushes at his neck and then deliberately slips his tail's spade between the mutant's cheeks.]

I have four of them, fastfuck.

[And petulantly prods Peter's pucker. On purpose. Piss off.]