[Sebastian's not sure when it started, only that these days he's acutely aware of the empty space near him sitting unoccupied whenever Angelo is elsewhere doing whatever it is he's doing. He thinks about him when he's not around, finds himself disappointed like a knee-jerk reaction he can't curb when work separates them by necessity, and he wants to hate it more than he does.
It had started to happen last time, too, and he'd been smart enough to find the the exit before it got any worse, but this time--
He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything except that he's not looking for the door.]
[ Absently, Angelo sticks a leg out of the water and rests his foot on the edge of the tub. He glances up and catches his face in the mirror, and to his complete horror discovers that he has a little smile on his face.
[He laughs, though, in a way Angelo seems uniquely gifted at dragging out of him, shaking his head as he scrolls up a little to look at the pictures Angelo sent him. He doesn't know what it says about him that nothing more than a dick he's had to have seen hundreds of times by now can still shake loose those first hot little embers of want down his spine and, truthfully, he's probably happy in the ignorance.]
Just because you're a fucking deviant.
[He says like he's not looking around for somewhere better to settle into than right up at the bar top. As luck would have it, like God himself is personally invested in convincing Sebastian to whip his cock out in public to satisfy Angelo's needy demands, there's a couple vacating a booth in the farthest corner of the bar, and Sebastian grabs his pint to stake claim on it before anyone else can beat him to it.
This is so stupid.
He tucks himself into the corner of it, leaned up into the wall, and reaches underneath the table to undo his belt one handed as discreetly as possible while thumbs his camera app up.
This is so stupid.
The first picture isn't much more than a tease, his jeans pulled open, shimmied loose just enough for Sebastian to get a hand into them, the base of his cock visible before the circle of his fist cuts the rest off from view. He takes it hastily before anyone could clue into what he might be doing in his dim little corner of the world before firing it off. He's not really sure he wants to get himself hard up in public for Angelo's entertainment when he's not close enough to help Sebastian handle it after the fact, but that doesn't stop him from giving himself a little squeezes before pulling his hand free, palming himself after over his jeans.]
[ In the time it took for Sebastian to make his coward's way over to some dark and undisturbed part of the bar, Angelo got himself out of the bath and dried off, and he's now flopped gracefully on top of his covers in the bedroom, lying on his front with his legs kicked in the air like a schoolgirl at a sleepover. The second the comparison snakes its way into his brain he drops his legs flat, and each one makes a little flumping sound in the sheets as it lands. ]
Lighting isn't bad considering whatever shithole you're in right now
[ Like he's just offering critique or something. He's not wrong, though. Ask nicer, he said, and strangely it doesn't take Angelo much time at all to will himself up to doing what Sebastian said. What he demanded, no less. ]
[Every so often Sebastian has a moment where he clearly recognizes the liberties Angelo allows him to take. If there's another person who can demand a polite please out of him and actually get it without resistance, Sebastian can't think of their name off the top of his head but even if he wanted to read into that he doesn't know where the fuck he'd start.
So he doesn't try. Instead he slumps down in the booth a little, turning sideways just enough to be able to pull one knee up to better block anyone's passing, wandering eye in a move he can only hope affects a sense of lazy comfort rather than the suspicious shuffling around of someone about to pull their cock out. The benefit is, of course, the lighting is a little better when he does just that, drawing himself free for a slow upward stroke, snapping a photo just as he reaches the head with his thumb teasing his slit.
Angelo better fucking appreciate this.]
If I get arrested for public indecency it'll be you on the hook for the bail money.
[ Sighing as if he's been put at some great disadvantage, Angelo rolls onto his back and sits up. He can see Sebastian clear as day in his mind, tucked away in some corner while he tries to get a good angle on these pictures; it's the context more than anything else that's turning him on, but that's not to say he doesn't like all of it. ]
If I was there I'd get on my knees for you under the table
[ Angelo rarely ever knows where this shit comes from, he just types what he types and sends what he sends, but there's enough lingering guilt in him that he somehow feels he needs to answer for it by offering a little more than he usually does. ]
Not to suck u off but I'd use my hands
Just one hand on ur dick first, I like feeling u get hard. Only one hand cuz I'm sucking my fingers to get them wet for u and then I would get them inside u
So fucking hot when ur dick jumps in my hand when I do that
Do u think u could stay still for me
[ And obviously, because he's trying to keep things fair and equal, he sends a picture himself, which explains the lazy texting: his left hand curled around his own cock, hard and heavy against his palm. ]
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It had started to happen last time, too, and he'd been smart enough to find the the exit before it got any worse, but this time--
He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything except that he's not looking for the door.]
I'm at a bar, you knob.
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[ Absently, Angelo sticks a leg out of the water and rests his foot on the edge of the tub. He glances up and catches his face in the mirror, and to his complete horror discovers that he has a little smile on his face.
Fucking Sebastian. ]
I've sent pics from worse places than that
Go in the bathroom if you're embarrassed
Coward
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[He laughs, though, in a way Angelo seems uniquely gifted at dragging out of him, shaking his head as he scrolls up a little to look at the pictures Angelo sent him. He doesn't know what it says about him that nothing more than a dick he's had to have seen hundreds of times by now can still shake loose those first hot little embers of want down his spine and, truthfully, he's probably happy in the ignorance.]
Just because you're a fucking deviant.
[He says like he's not looking around for somewhere better to settle into than right up at the bar top. As luck would have it, like God himself is personally invested in convincing Sebastian to whip his cock out in public to satisfy Angelo's needy demands, there's a couple vacating a booth in the farthest corner of the bar, and Sebastian grabs his pint to stake claim on it before anyone else can beat him to it.
This is so stupid.
He tucks himself into the corner of it, leaned up into the wall, and reaches underneath the table to undo his belt one handed as discreetly as possible while thumbs his camera app up.
This is so stupid.
The first picture isn't much more than a tease, his jeans pulled open, shimmied loose just enough for Sebastian to get a hand into them, the base of his cock visible before the circle of his fist cuts the rest off from view. He takes it hastily before anyone could clue into what he might be doing in his dim little corner of the world before firing it off. He's not really sure he wants to get himself hard up in public for Angelo's entertainment when he's not close enough to help Sebastian handle it after the fact, but that doesn't stop him from giving himself a little squeezes before pulling his hand free, palming himself after over his jeans.]
Ask nicer.
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Lighting isn't bad considering whatever shithole you're in right now
[ Like he's just offering critique or something. He's not wrong, though. Ask nicer, he said, and strangely it doesn't take Angelo much time at all to will himself up to doing what Sebastian said. What he demanded, no less. ]
Please may I have another one
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So he doesn't try. Instead he slumps down in the booth a little, turning sideways just enough to be able to pull one knee up to better block anyone's passing, wandering eye in a move he can only hope affects a sense of lazy comfort rather than the suspicious shuffling around of someone about to pull their cock out. The benefit is, of course, the lighting is a little better when he does just that, drawing himself free for a slow upward stroke, snapping a photo just as he reaches the head with his thumb teasing his slit.
Angelo better fucking appreciate this.]
If I get arrested for public indecency it'll be you on the hook for the bail money.
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[ Sighing as if he's been put at some great disadvantage, Angelo rolls onto his back and sits up. He can see Sebastian clear as day in his mind, tucked away in some corner while he tries to get a good angle on these pictures; it's the context more than anything else that's turning him on, but that's not to say he doesn't like all of it. ]
If I was there I'd get on my knees for you under the table
[ Angelo rarely ever knows where this shit comes from, he just types what he types and sends what he sends, but there's enough lingering guilt in him that he somehow feels he needs to answer for it by offering a little more than he usually does. ]
Not to suck u off but I'd use my hands
Just one hand on ur dick first, I like feeling u get hard. Only one hand cuz I'm sucking my fingers to get them wet for u and then I would get them inside u
So fucking hot when ur dick jumps in my hand when I do that
Do u think u could stay still for me
[ And obviously, because he's trying to keep things fair and equal, he sends a picture himself, which explains the lazy texting: his left hand curled around his own cock, hard and heavy against his palm. ]
Don't want 2 get caught do we