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Tristan chuckles. "What will you do if I don't let you out?"
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Tristan snorts. "You said 'fucking competition.' Not exactly clearly stating you wanted it right then."
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Tristan snorts. "You say the first things that come across your mind."
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Tristan shrugs and stays where he is.
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Tristan chuckles, moving from the door now and flopping on the ground again.
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Tristan "looks" over at Lucas. "If you're really in the mood, get into bed."
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("squeaks-" i got poked-)
(lol sorry tho-)
"Either fucking one." Tristan snorts.
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(u sure?)
Tristan "looks" back at Lucas.
"Well?"
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Tristan smirks. "But you're listening."
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Tristan gets up and stretches, before going over to the bed and getting on it, straddling Lucas.
"Hey, you're the one choosing to listen to the one who's 'bossy.'" he smirks.
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Tristan laughs softly. "Kiss me."
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(Sorry- been very. . . well. . . yeah. But I'm back[ish] and I'll be replying every so often to this.)
A low purr rumbles through Tristan's chest as Lucs kisses him, and he leans down into it, letting Lucas decide where this will all go.