[He chuckles.] I'm an open book Toby, you've just gotta ask the right questions. [He grins nice and wide, squeezing an arm around Toby.] Y'should take advantage of the fact I ain't so in control of myself an' ask 'em.
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did i mess you up with the inclusion of the wolf bit?
—If only I knew all the questions to ask. [Even being pulled close and tight against Drew, Toby finds himself grinning and feeling perfectly comfortable.] Then I might actually be capable of taking advantage of the situation.
[Though the reality is, he probably wouldn't be much good at taking advantage of it anyway. Not in any normal circumstance, that is; and so far, these are fairly normal circumstances so far as Toby's concerned.]
[He just smiles even wider.] Well hell, I can't go tellin' you the questions, kinda spoils the whole thing. [He flicks ash from the joint into a nearby ash tray, a painted clay thing he'd seen in a store before taking another long reek and passing it to Toby, he hadn't even bothered to ask if the vampire could get affected by this crap.]
[He lights up before taking a hit and mouth-nose exhaling as he holds it out for Drew.
In an amused tone, ] Funny how I come over for dinner as a delivery boy who's now smoking your pot and offering a leg rub like some sort of house-call therapist.
Leg rub? [He perks up.] You could totally give me a leg rub. An' you're not a therapist, you're just a friend I totally wanna bang who happens to like stickin' his teeth in me.
Now that you mention it, I haven't exactly sunk my teeth into you just yet, have I? [With a smirk, ] Which means, what—do I work on the leg rub, feed you the pizza, or take my own dinner first?
All right. [He repositions himself to give Drew a leg rub, and soon his hands are roving over and massaging Drew's muscles.] Let's get you good and comfy, shall we?
[He groans.] Make sure you're nice an' rough, that's how I like it. [He grins before reclining slightly in his chair.] An' comfortable sounds pretty damn good.
[He just lets out a loud groan. It was the kind of groan that one could expect in a way more sexual situation than the one they were in and he writhes a little on the sofa.]
Its good, but y'can keep going still. [At which point he takes another long exhale on the joint, sparking it back up from where it'd burned out. He could already feel the buzz in his limbs, which combined with the leg rub felt really damn good.]
[So he massages Drew thoroughly, and his thoughts soon start to wander. Drew certainly is rather fit—more fit than Toby himself, or Dorian. But they both came from times when high society frowned upon hard work, and so their bodies reflect that sort of life. But here and now, the feel of his musculature is really quite attractive.
Wordlessly, he continues working Drew's thighs, though somewhat absently as his thoughts get away from him.]
[Drew lets his head throw back, resting on a pillow as Toby works on his legs with another soft little groan. He still let's the joint hang out of the corner of his mouth, puffing on it occasionally as he practically melts there, clearly enjoying himself despite Toby's wandering thoughts. He was none the wiser himself.]
You're a good man, Toby. [He smiles lazily, his eyes opening again. They were just a little red around the ages. He'd felt just how close Toby had been to his ass and pouts.] Now what happens if I get a cramp in my ass, huh?
I take it back, you're not a good man any mmore. [He pouts.] The whole point is you gotta tenderise your meat before dinner. [He chuckles though.] If you're hungry, go for it. [He tilts his neck to the side quickly in offering, completely nonchalant about the process.]
Thank you. [His voice is quiet and grateful. A small smile plays on his lips as he approaches Drew carefully. His breath is cool, soft, and light against Drew's skin as he moves toward where Drew's pulse is strongest. His lips touch against that spot before his teeth drive to their mark. The blood flows so nicely, and Toby chews to keep it coming as he sucks at the wounds eagerly.]
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Nice try, but not this time!
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Well damn, maybe I'll ask again in a couple hours, lull you into some kinda false sense of security.
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...But you just mentioned your scandalous plan aloud!
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I'm just never gonna make it as a super villain, am I? Givin' out all my secrets so quick.
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[Like the thing where Drew can turn back into a human during the full moon he eventually learns about in the log following this...]
WAIT WRONG THREAD
did i mess you up with the inclusion of the wolf bit?
[Though the reality is, he probably wouldn't be much good at taking advantage of it anyway. Not in any normal circumstance, that is; and so far, these are fairly normal circumstances so far as Toby's concerned.]
yes we'll blame you
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Anyway, keep your secrets for now, and you can surprise me later. More fun for the both of us, I think.
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My legs are dead. [He groans out the word as if it was actually killing him.] And I'm all about fun and surprises.
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In an amused tone, ] Funny how I come over for dinner as a delivery boy who's now smoking your pot and offering a leg rub like some sort of house-call therapist.
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[He works his hands roughly on Drew's legs, slowly and carefully making his way up to Drew's thighs.]
So... how is it?
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Its good, but y'can keep going still. [At which point he takes another long exhale on the joint, sparking it back up from where it'd burned out. He could already feel the buzz in his limbs, which combined with the leg rub felt really damn good.]
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[So he massages Drew thoroughly, and his thoughts soon start to wander. Drew certainly is rather fit—more fit than Toby himself, or Dorian. But they both came from times when high society frowned upon hard work, and so their bodies reflect that sort of life. But here and now, the feel of his musculature is really quite attractive.
Wordlessly, he continues working Drew's thighs, though somewhat absently as his thoughts get away from him.]
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Well, I definitely managed the comfy part of the deal.
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He pulls away and stretches a bit.] Feel up for dinner yet? I think I might be.
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