cfuw 142: limbo.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[you are locked in a small room underground with no air conditioning and several TVs with video feeds to the game.

enjoy.]

Comments

[captainkink]

Not bad.

[trickor]

Games of strategy oft do involve a king.

[captainkink]

Yeah, not surprising.

[trickor]

[touches his cheek]

Would you be the king?

[captainkink]

Me? I thought you wanted to be king.

[trickor]

I do.

[captainkink]

Then go ahead.

[trickor]

Where, then, would you stand?

[captainkink]

Right behind you.

[trickor]

[kissing him, fuck, brief but hard and possessive]

[captainkink]

[mmm best]

[trickor]

['^']

[captainkink]

[:>]

[trickor]

Foolish.

[captainkink]

Probably.

[trickor]

[brushes his thumb over Jim's cheek]

As long as you're aware.

[captainkink]

I'm always aware.

[trickor]

I feel always may be a bit of an exaggeration.

[captainkink]

Mean.

[trickor]

Always.

[captainkink]

Yep.

[trickor]

[chuckles]

[captainkink]

What?

[trickor]

Nothing, nothing.

[captainkink]

Uh-huh.