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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:48 pm
"It is my hope," Barth said, "That what he wants now and what he wants in the future will be separate things. I don't want to rush."
Getting mid-shirt now.
"I don't much care for second-place either."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:47 pm
"If it's any consolation, I hope he picks you too in the end." He watched Barth fiddle with the buttons, and leaned in to place his chin on the boil's hands a moment, giving his his biggest, widest eyes as he stuck out his lower lip. "You're still my first pick."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:39 pm
"That's an opinion I don't want to change," Barth said, and added softly, "You are too. ...I am also admittedly not in any rush to get your hands untangled from my shirt. So. Once I do get it off, I think we should try my first suggestion. Relaxing and watching some television."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:39 am
"I'm not in any rush either." He said with a smile, his behind wiggling as his tail flicked in response. "I'd just rip it off if it wasn't so nice."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:09 pm
"Ripping," Barth said, teasing another button free, "sounds like rushing."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:10 pm
Calder looked up a moment as he hummed, thinking about it. "I'd like to think of it as a shortcut to all the work you're doing taking off that shirt." He looked back down, smiling. "Which lets us get to resting on the couch."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:17 pm
Barth looked exhausted at the word work. "You could help a bit. Although I'm not sure what you'd use except your....teeth, err-" He flushed at the thought, then said, ".......maybe you had better just rip it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:43 pm
Calder looked down at the buttons, and then looked back up at Barth. "You know what, I could use my teeth. That's a great idea." He hadn't even thought of that. "Move your hands. I can probably n** them right off."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:01 pm
"Err," Barth said again, face turning various deeper shades. His hands, in defiance of his sudden bout of inarticulation, did move.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:20 pm
Calder smiled, and moved in, taking his teeth and taking one of the buttons in his teeth. It was a good thing that while Barth wore nice clothes, most didn't have too many buttons. Biting off a button was just another type of nipping to him, a rather everyday action for him, and he nipped one before pulling on it, popping the button off it's slender string. Once he had the button on his mouth, he looked around, not wanting to just spit it, and decided just to move it to once cheek.
That done, he moved to the next button, and removed that one, which opened the boil's shirt to show his tummy. Calder rarely saw much of any sort of skin from the demon. He was always very modestly dressed in many layers, and even his pjs went up to his collar.
He let in a little gasp, which did not work well with buttons in your mouth. Calder started to then choke on the buttons, coughing and trying to hack out the buttons.
Calder - never not sexy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:45 pm
While they had been very touchy feely lately, Calder's mouth hadn't wandered below Barth's shoulders, and although he was trying to convince himself that was a simple, platonic unbuttoning to address a natural ability malfunction, Barth's own breathing might have hiked a little sharper.
The coughing, he realized fuzzily, wasn't a normal part of shirt removal.
Also, the button had disappeared.
"Calder? You alright? Do you need...anything? You're not supposed to swallow it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:25 pm
And swallowing the buttons was just what he did. He managed to catch his breath again, glad he hadn't died and regenerated - which made him wonder if Barth would have gone along with him. That would be hard to explain to Nurse Cricket.
Coughing still, he looked up, nodding and eyes watering. "I know." He managed, still coughing as he turned his head, not wanting to cough all over Barth. "I wasn't trying to." He didn't eat buttons after all. There were better things to nibble on after all.
When he finally felt as if he wasn't going to hack a lung anymore, he wiped his eye on the side of his shoulder and then pulled on the shirt, letting the remaining buttons pop off and fall to the floor.
And there Barth was.
Shirtless.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:15 pm
No hope in sewing those back on. Ultimately, though, Barth did not regret the suggestion.
His chest was unfortunately not a well-oiled and muscled machine. It was pale grey, like the rest of him, with a line of hair that was trying to achieve more than a trickle but was succeeding about as well as his goatee. Broader shoulders tapered into a thin waist. The overall effect was underfed.
"You might," he suggested quietly, since Calder was still stuck to both sides of the shirt, "try taking it up and over."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:50 pm
Calder snapped out of his daze. "Huh? OH! The shirt. Right." He reached up on his tippy-hooves and rose the shirt up, being mindful not to have it get caught on Barth's horns, and then was now freed - well, at least Barth wasn't trapped. Calder instead clutched the shirt to his chest...and resumed starting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:42 pm
Barth felt suddenly self-conscious. It was more Calder's expression than the amount of skin. He held his opposite arm with one claw.
"Well. Err. Did you want to try? Relaxing?"
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