Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[justacityboy]

i won't make this look pretty. don't believe me it's a lie.

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[justacityboy]

No, no no, I'm super bad with handling pain, so I wouldn't do something like that. It just happened to work out that way.

[Urbain is very happy to have healing magic, because next time one of them gets badly hurt, he can do something about it. He uh... still should study medicine though. Probably.]

You're good at back massages, beeteedubs.

[loansharpedo]

Alright. I'll hold you to that, then.

[He moves a little lower, to the middle of his back now.

Pauses.]

Beeteedubs?

[justacityboy]

"B-T-W". Which means "by the way".

[Internet Slang for Dummies.]

[loansharpedo]

...can't you just say "by the way"?

[Oh god you sound so old you have to stop this Urbain is going to leave you.]

[justacityboy]

Nope. Gotta confuse you, old man!

[Urbain laughs, throwing his head back slightly until it hits Corbeau's shoulder, where he just sorta lays there for a second, grins up at him, and then straightens back up.]

[loansharpedo]

Hmm…naughty.

[He continues to rub Urbain’s back for him, pressing his fingers into the sore parts of his shoulders, working out the tension until he probably forgets they’re actually bathing.

At least until Corbeau decides to wander even lower, hand smoothing across the small of his back, teasing over the curves of his hips…]

[justacityboy]

[Urbain is feeling nice. He feels so loved and his shoulders feel so much less tense... he could fall asleep if he wasn't standing up and oh hips oh squeeze hips oh wait

hi—]

Whuh. Hey...

[loansharpedo]

Hmm?~

[He gives his hips another little squeeze, pressing another lingering kiss to the back of his neck.]

Something wrong?

[justacityboy]

W-we're... kinda technically in public, and you're being handsy. What if someone hears...?

[His dick is starting to wake up like oh hello! What are we doing?]

[loansharpedo]

[All according to keikaku…]

No one was here when I arrived, I made sure of that. And the water is loud enough to muffle voices, provided you aren’t screaming or anything like that.

[It’s also kinda suss for there to be two pairs of feet in one fucking shower but.]

Half of the Grove if not more has bathed together before. That’s not unusual, now is it?

[justacityboy]

But that's different— this is— you're way close...!

[Half the Grove are also dating each other! So that doesn't count!! And you can't fuck in the bathhouse it says so on the sign!]

You're not even washing at this point.

[Urbain is starting to suspect several things...!]

[loansharpedo]

I'm washing. I'm just taking my time.

[Yeah sure uh huh he's totally going to believe you on that. Especially when he's STILL running his hands up and down Urbain's thick-ass thighs. "Washing" them.]

If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you wash me next. Is that fair?

[justacityboy]

[You're not washing him you're TOUCHIN!!!]

Uhhh... yeah. Okay. [Except he's getting a stiffy from all this so he doesn't wanna turn around, thus the hesitation.] I uh... y-yeah.

[loansharpedo]

Sounds good. Now be patient, because I'm not done with you yet.

[Which means...yes, his hands are going right back to Urbain's hips. Except now, they're not just on his hips, but starting to wander a little further south...

If his hands smooth over his asscheeks, that's between him and Arceus.]

[justacityboy]

[Urbain bites his lip, but it does very little to muffle the horny gasp he makes at this.

HhHhhHhh hi. Hi hello.]

[loansharpedo]

[Aw cmon, don't muffle yourself...you're the only ones here, and he wants to hear you...

He squeezes Urbain's ample asscheeks, gently massaging them as he "washes" the lower half of his body along with everything else.]

There we are. Isn't that nice?

[justacityboy]

[Urbain is now leaning his forehead against the wall, his cheeks burning. What the fuck.]

Mmhm...

[Hard now :( help :( ]

[loansharpedo]

[Corbeau might not be able to see his front with his own eyes, but he can hazard a guess that this is affecting him. And you know...if it makes Urbain feel any better, Corbeau will shuffle forward a little, chest-to-back, and press his hips flush with Urbain from behind so he can feel his half-erect cock pressed against the cleft of his ass.

He wraps his arms loosely around his hips.]

...can I touch you?

[justacityboy]

Y-yes... Arceus yes please I'm dying.

[He's going to rock his hips back against Corbeau's and sort of half-hotdog him here, since Corbeau isn't fully erect and Urbain hasn't exactly spread enough to do that. But still.]

[loansharpedo]

[He sure doesn't need to be asked twice.

With his arms already reaching around him from behind, Corbeau will gently rub his hand along Urbain's inner thigh, gently teasing his way up his balls to his hardened length, rubbing into it with the tips of his fingers.]

My sweet boy...you're a little pent up, aren't you?

[justacityboy]

Y-yeah, 'cause you came in here and started rubbing up on me. How'm I suppose to keep it in my pants that aren't on if you do that?

[Now that he's being properly fondled, though, he's giving up on his poor attempt to hide his arousal and just leaning back into Corbeau with his head tilted back against the other's shoulder. Suddenly it's way hotter in this shower block than it should be, so he quickly reaches out to turn the temperature of the water down before they get heat stroke.]

[loansharpedo]

And how am I supposed to resist, when you're in here like this by yourself?

[His retort is whispered as Urbain leans back against him, Corbeau keeping Urbain supported with his front while he slowly jerks his cock, pressing a lazy kiss to the back of his neck.]

We can't do this in the bath house. A shame.

[justacityboy]

W-we have... our bathroom at the inn...

[He doesn't know what a public sex kink is, RIP. Either way, he's moaning and rocking his hips, practically fucking himself on Corbeau's hand over here while gripping the shower wall so he doesn't fall over somehow. They should really put down bath mats in here or something, shouldn't they?

(No Urbain it's a campground those things would be filthy in four seconds, you'll be fine.)]

Or w-we can get... get a house 'n' get a huge bathtub or something...

[loansharpedo]

[Oh Urbain. Thaat kind of sex is fun, no doubt, but it's not public sex fun. But that's something Urbain is going to have to learn on his own, he feels.

For now, he'll rock back into Urbain's movements, letting him do most of the work for now as he ruts against Corbeau's cock in a way that helps to get him hard the rest of the way.]

Oh...? You'd want to get a house with me...?

[He asks, rubbing his thumb into the head.]

guess what dw ate-

[justacityboy]

Nnh—! Y-yeah— I-I thought— 'cause you kept sayin' we'd... nnh, if we wanted more space in our room we'd just get a house...

[He's trying, but he's being stroked off and it's difficult to talk. Help.]