probably shouldn't be talking to me if you're busy with someone else, though. "shaking the devil's handshake", as that one evangelical fundamentalist used to say.
ah. i made the mistake of thinking you would have to be midway through a conversation with someone before sending them a photograph of your cock. my bad.
[There's an attachment, just like the others, but this one is the same shot as above - still hard, Tate jerks off with one hand as he reclines on the mattress in the loft. The clip doesn't go to completion, but it does have a fervent energy to it - catching Tate's half smile, cocky as all get out, here and there. The sound of wet skin and heavy breathing is also punctured by a few breathy moans, mostly bitten back.]
[ the stretch of silence between tate sending marcus that attachment and marcus actually responding goes on long enough for tate to reasonably assume that he's getting ghosted. twenty minutes, twenty five - who can say what marcus is doing during that time. eventually, though - ]
look, i don't want to give you the wrong impression. i like girls. you're cool, and i'm glad we're friends, but i shouldn't have sent you that photo. you shouldn't have sent me that video
[ a pause. ]
ive got all this other shit on my mind the eros contract, the things i have to do here to survive i cant deal with you acting like this as well
i'm not going to fuck you just to make my quota. sacrificing my identity and rewiring who i am for the sake of an oppressive system i don't believe in - that's not me.
[ it takes a few seconds for marcus to figure out how he wants to word what he wants to say - to figure out how to pad what he's fishing for in a sufficient lie or exaggeration, the spoonful of sugar he needs to make the medicine go down - but he gets there soon enough. ]
and i don't like casual sex i get that this is easy for you after being here for so long but i'm not like that yet
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it's been happening all day
[That's a lie on this one.]
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[ it's not, actually, but marcus isn't really sure what the appropriate response to this is, so. jokes? jokes. ]
you should invest in better lighting. maybe find a more flattering angle to shoot your action shots from.
study some basic composition, etc.
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it did what it needed to do so far as composition
or it would’ve if i sent it to the right person
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[ jokes are over, apparently. ]
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but i get it, it's not something u wanted 2 ever see
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i asked for a name, though.
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why do u care?
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probably shouldn't be talking to me if you're busy with someone else, though.
"shaking the devil's handshake", as that one evangelical fundamentalist used to say.
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and ur being a boner killer so its not much to worry about anyway
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i made the mistake of thinking you would have to be midway through a conversation with someone before sending them a photograph of your cock.
my bad.
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try it sometime, might work 4 u
1/2
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and after calling me a slut.
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[ he wants to walk this back. wants to pretend he didn't send that, wants to avoid all the questions tate might ask. marcus attempts to chicken out. ]
actually, fuck this.
i'm going back to bed. don't message me again
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i mean, yes.
i mean, yes, that's a no to the bj.
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well happy jerking then
hope this helps?
[There's an attachment, just like the others, but this one is the same shot as above - still hard, Tate jerks off with one hand as he reclines on the mattress in the loft. The clip doesn't go to completion, but it does have a fervent energy to it - catching Tate's half smile, cocky as all get out, here and there. The sound of wet skin and heavy breathing is also punctured by a few breathy moans, mostly bitten back.]
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look, i don't want to give you the wrong impression. i like girls.
you're cool, and i'm glad we're friends, but i shouldn't have sent you that photo. you shouldn't have sent me that video
[ a pause. ]
ive got all this other shit on my mind
the eros contract, the things i have to do here to survive
i cant deal with you acting like this as well
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i sent u something by accident. you sent me back something not by accident
ur the one leading me on.
if u dont wanna deal with acknowledging that
fine. but don't pin this on me like it's my fault i'm offering u quota fodder
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u like girls
not like anything else is on the table
so yeah. of course that's all it is
u do what u gotta do to stay alive right
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i'm not going to fuck you just to make my quota.
sacrificing my identity and rewiring who i am for the sake of an oppressive system i don't believe in - that's not me.
[ it takes a few seconds for marcus to figure out how he wants to word what he wants to say - to figure out how to pad what he's fishing for in a sufficient lie or exaggeration, the spoonful of sugar he needs to make the medicine go down - but he gets there soon enough. ]
and i don't like casual sex
i get that this is easy for you after being here for so long
but i'm not like that yet
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