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Because it'd have to be moved eventually, preemptive Strike
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Eugene stopped on the way to get Snafu a sandwich and some beer for the both of them. When he got to his place he didn't bother with knocking and just let himself in. "Hope you're in the mood for a sandwich," he called, dropping the items on the nearest flat surface.
Eugene stopped on the way to get Snafu a sandwich and some beer for the both of them. When he got to his place he didn't bother with knocking and just let himself in. "Hope you're in the mood for a sandwich," he called, dropping the items on the nearest flat surface.
what how did i lose this scene it's amazing
He strolled out to greet Eugene in a terry towel robe as he'd promised, the curls in his hair tighter and more defined with the moisture that still clung to them, a pleasantly fresh, clean smell rising from his skin - and the erection he'd very much kept hard while he waited showing more prominently between the overlapping sides of the bathrobe than it ever would've in regular pants or shorts. When he made any sort of movement that pulled those overlapped sides apart, even taking steps of a certain width... well.
That was the difference, Eugene.
"Fuck moods, I could eat a horse. You're savin' my life again, Sledgehammer." He brushed a kiss over Eugene's cheek as he passed to see what the sandwich selections were.
just gonna switch it back
Aren't you glad you don't have to though. [Eugene grinned briefly and moved to lean against the counter. The sandwiches were pretty plain choices, either a bologna sandwich or a tuna sandwich. Eugene didn't think they needed to get all fancy or anything.]
You're gonna give yourself heat stroke with your showers one of these days.