Wow. He seriously has nothing better to do ? Devon’s hardly awake & dressed yet. Guess he cant complain.
Disembodied grunts welcome him in.
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drops by for @stockflops' morning coffee. black, no sugar, no cream. he remembered.
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“ perfect ” A light groan as he raises a single leg. Finally adjusted in his pants. “ here… ” slowly removing his top. Damp fabric wiping excess sweat as its brought over his head.
“ mr maid. ”
“ cool ” He squeezes down in ned’s shoulder ever so gently. To him at least , he’d already established ned was seemingly made out of straw.
Easy to tell what to do. Dev’ felt like a boss right now , the respect his workmates
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he nudes ned’s shoulder , just to check he hasn’t Entered rigor mortis in the short moments between.
“ keep it in your balls yeah pipsqueak ? ” hand resting on his shoulder. “ no wasting loads till i call. ” hand snakes down to his back
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“ when im bored at night…. How do you say. ” he pretends to think for a second. Taking the phone back & replacing whatever stupid name ned put with his next words. “*𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝙖𝙡𝙡”
Thats it.
“ guess so ” he shrugs. Scanning a good look up the albeit short length on ned.
Not too bad just awkward. Handing phone to ned , looking over him completely. Mind adrift.
“ Youll make a good late night ” mutters
Wa this guy made out of feather's barely moving at th force of Ned's face fully into his chest. Covered by one size too small tank top.
He lets go. Waiting for the smaller to step back, eventually.












