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[agoodsoul]

This is Dennis, leave a message or whatever. I'll get back to you.

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[macmillan]

[ Dennis, please. ]

Need someone to set something on fire? Put a cat in a tree? Park in front of a hydrant?

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[agoodsoul]

preferably not
but dont tell no one that guy macmillan he lights my pants right on fire

[agoodsoul]

figuratively
like in a sexy way

[macmillan]

Your pants pants or your trouser pants? Just for clarification.

[ Aw, he pays attention to your English lingo. ]

[agoodsoul]

[... he's a keeper ;-;]

pants pants
but i guess theyd technicallyset my trousers on fire too so

both

[macmillan]

That's assuming you're wearing any.

[agoodsoul]

are you asking for a dick pic joe

[macmillan]

I'll ask him if he is.

[agoodsoul]

cheeky wanker
you want one or not ill do it

[This is what happens when A: he hangs out with Eggsy and B: he gets really comfortable with you Joe.]

[macmillan]

Aren't you at work?

[agoodsoul]

dont worry not pulling my dick out in the middle of a fire
that a yes?

[macmillan]

I would hope not.

[ Did you not learn about what fire can do to a man's... places. ]

✓

[agoodsoul]

[He knows what it can do. It's not pretty. Or fun.

With that check mark, he has to be 100 sure okay, he'll slip out of the little rec type room the watch chills in while waiting for a call. It takes a bit, but eventually Joe gets more than just a picture.

Oh no. He gets a little recording. Dennis is clearly in a stall, dick out, standing leaned back against the door of said stall, biting his lip as he wraps his hand around his cock holding it up for Joe to get a nice look see.]

M'so bored... fucking miss you...

[His voice is hushed, he knows no one is in here, but just in case someone comes in--]

[macmillan]

[ Well that's—

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God, you look so good.

[agoodsoul]

[Reading that text gets his cock twitching and he'll lazily stroke himself, breathing in. It'll be a few minutes before Joe gets another sound notification that he has a video file to accept and download.]

Yeah?

[His free hand is moving up and down along his cock, phone angled so Joe gets a lovely view of Dennis' work at hand and his quickly pinking cheeks.]

Tell me... how goods good?

[macmillan]

[ Accept, download.

Excellent. ]

So good that I'd start a fire in my apartment right now if it meant I'd have you here like that.

[agoodsoul]

[Uugh, he's just gonna. Call Joe. Video call, sending him files over and over is getting silly. Just gonna have his volume down low so if anyone comes in they won't hear Joe talking to him.]

Dont'-- don't fucking do that.

[Said still with that hushed voice.]

... Joe, you like watching me, yeah? S'it sexy?

[macmillan]

[ He'll watch video feed of you all day, Dennis, but he's going to politely decline to return the favor of a live feed on his end and stick to text instead. Just for.

Reasons. ]

Yeah. I like watching you. I always like watching you.

[agoodsoul]

[He doesn't mind the text still, he knows Joe is watching. His hand squeezes his cock, strokes quickening and his head tilts back against the stall door.]

I like it when you look at me... feels good-- ahn, I mean-- makes me feel. Good.

[This isn't going to be a long exhibition, he's already pretty far along. Getting so worked up from this. Being in a public place and putting on a show for the man he likes so much.]

... Joe would you... would you spank me if I was there?

[He's been thinking about this a lot okay. About stuff Eggsy says to him and talks about. The boy is a menace and a terrible influence on Dennis.]

[macmillan]

[ Christ, he looks— really good. The fact that anyone could walk in on Dennis in the middle of all this is... oddly exciting. ]

I'm not taking my eyes off of you, not for one second. How could I when you're like that? If I could have my hands on you right now.

[ He's typing as he watches, sends that off before Dennis gets around to asking him about— ]

Would you like that? Me spanking you?

[agoodsoul]

[He tries to keep the phone steady as he reads what Joe sends him, but just the idea of Joe being here with him touching him and looking at him with those eyes of his... fuck.

His eyes close as he thinks about it. Joe crowded close, fingers curled around his throat, his other hand jerking him off, speaking such terribly wonderful things into his ear in that low sexy voice. He visibly shudders, eyes opening again.]

Eggsy was talking about it--

[He starts, then stops abruptly, clutching the phone in his one hand awkwardly, hiding some of the screen and holding it closer to himself... giving Joe a interesting close up of his dick. Dennis is still, deathly quiet, even holding his breath as he listens.

He though he'd heard the alarm for a fire, but... nope, seems like it was nothing. Just him imagining it. There's a whispered 'sorry' as he brings the phone back up, pouting a bit apologetically for Joe.]

[macmillan]

[ Joe chews at the inside of his cheek as he watches Dennis, wondering what he's picturing. He looks so fucking attractive, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. Joe has to take a moment to shift his weight some, adjust himself so the strain of his hardening cock isn't so uncomfortable against the zip of his trousers.

For a moment, he thinks about the video Dennis sent him, of him and Eggsy. They're like an angel and a devil, the both of them, and it's not hard to imagine Eggsy murmuring dirty things he's done or would like to do into Dennis' ear.

Joe starts to type out a response while Dennis is still talking, but before he can send it the video shifts drastically. He thinks perhaps Dennis has been caught, but the momentary pause is brief.

Dennis pouts at him.

Good lord. ]

Everything okay?

[agoodsoul]

[He's picturing you, Joe. Of course. What else would he picture or think of?

And Eggsy has done just that, more than once, the devil. Devil for sure. Eggsy is Satan himself when it comes to filling Dennis' head with sinful ideas. A little devil on his shoulder whispering into his ear. Joe should probably send him a thank you at some point for it.]

No... you're not here and I fucking wish you were.

[He soon goes back to moving his hand over his cock, hand fisted tightly around himself and as he brings it up each time he'll twist his hand just a bit to stimulate the head more.]

Joe, you hard yet?

[Is this making him hard like he hopes it is? He wants to see it, to be there and help Joe with it, but alas, work. Maybe later. Right now he'll just frustrate Joe with this lovely display. As he keeps on he can feel himself getting close, which has him stopping for a second to tug his t-shirt up and he'll stuff the edge of it into his mouth, biting down. This is his work shirt after all, he can't get it dirty.

Now Joe can watch as his stomach and chest move and twitch along as his breathing gets heavier, little breathy whimpers muffled through his shirt as he works himself up.]

[macmillan]

[ Joe's not good at thank yous (just like he's not good at apologies), but maybe he'll send Eggsy a gift basket of some sort.

Mr. Eggsy Unwin,
Your services with regards to a Mr. Dennis Severs have been greatly appreciated. Please enjoy.
MacMillan, Co.

Joe wets is lips. If he could be pressing Dennis up against the stall wall right now, he would be. For now, though, they've got to settle on a little bit of video chat and a lot of imagination. Joe breathes out, palming his free hand over his cock for a moment, rolling his hips up against his hand.

Is he hard? ]

Yeah. Incredibly.

[agoodsoul]

[Eggsy would appreciate it no doubt. Just knowing his services were well received.

Dennis has his eyes closed while he waits for the slight buzz of his phone when it vibrates in his hand, it's on silent of course. Looking at the text reply he makes a noise through the fabric of his shirt, knowing just how that hard cock would look too. Fuck him he wants to see it right now, but he can imagine it. He's felt it in his hand, his mouth, had it inside him... if he could have one of those right now he'd be in heaven.

Settling for knowing Joe is probably jerking off to him right now is a pretty could back up plan. Enough that he's leaking as he continues to jerk his hand up and down along his length. It's not going to be too much longer now, whimpering 'ahs' and 'ohs' half caught in his throat and shirt, but still enough of a noise for Joe to hear. They grow more pitched and whiny as he gets to the brink, eyes shutting tight as he comes with a start, making quite the mess of his hand.

Thick lines of come covering his fingers and with each additional upward stroke of said hand, he'd manage to milk more out, hitting his stomach and the edge of his pants. He's gonna have to clean that up, whoops. Sagging against the stall door some, he doesn't talk, he can't let his shirt down yet, sorry, but he's looking at his phone now, straight on as he lets his cock go and trails his already dirty fingers through the mess on his stomach.

Are you watching Joe? Do you like this? He'd ask, but his mouth is full.]