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WHAT in person
WHERE all over
WHEN 32nd day
NOTES it's a deage post

[it's a beautiful day!

by someone's standards!

which is to say, the entire town is darkly overcast and gloomy, and starting in the morning, there are scattered showers intermittently around the town. it's light enough that it isn't bothersome, barely noticeable, really, but you may find yourself feeling a bit different after you've past through one. like it's taken a few years off your life— quite literally.

or maybe it doesn't effect you at all! and you just want to go for a walk in the rain. you do you.]

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Cheers.

[drinking a fair bit in one go, but not a fish yet, dropping himself onto the couch]

[flopping down beside him, taking a sip]

So but you're out of the dorm now, though, right?

[grinning]

Is that an us-subtle age check? Relax.

[in fact, possibly because he's tired of being called a child, he downs the rest of his drink and climbs to straddle Shawn on the couch]

Did you have any other concerns?

[grinning back]

No, that covers it.

[he leans forward so he can set his drink down on the coffee table, "incidentally" also causing him to sit up into Tony, sliding his hands up his back once they're free, his face inches away]

Hi.

[let's make out]

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[yes let's.

Wasting no time, Tony runs his fingers through Shawn's hair with both hands, pulling him in for an enthusiastic kiss as he finds a comfortable position in his lap]

[cool cool cool okay then. Shawn makes a pleased noise into Tony's mouth, following his lead eagerly, hands drifting down to settle over his hips]

[Feeling the hands on his hips, Tony ruts down against Shawn pretty shamelessly, making a mess of his hair as he leans in, pressing him back into the couch.]

[Yeah, Shawn's just going to let Tony do whatever he wants in this situation, grinding up against him, using that grip on his hips to pull them even tighter together. This is way more fun than thinking about it.]

[Tony hasn't thought about much in the last three years, so that makes two of them. Kissing Shawn's neck as he goes to unbutton his shirt.]

[oh is it shirts off time already. okay. Shawn tugs at Tony's shirt, pulling it up towards his shoulders, half a step behind.]

[noticing that half step and breaking the kiss to give Shawn a Look as he continues moving down the buttons on his shirt]

I'm gonna need you to keep up.

Wow, rude. I didn't realize we were playing a game of Speed Makeouts.

[rucking Tony's shirt up more insistently, u gotta lift ur arms though]

[lifting them easily and planting his fingers back into Shawns hair once he's free of his shirt. he seems pleased with this result]

Just making sure I'm not the only one here taking charge of this situation.

[Shawn pushes off the couch enough to wriggle out of his own shirt the rest of the way, which also makes it easier when he wraps his arms around Tony and capsizes him, flipping him sideways onto his back so he's lying properly lengthwise on the couch with Shawn over him]

Nothing but complaints!

[clearly joking, though, leaning in to suck a mark onto the side of Tony's neck, leisurely enough that it's not sharp]

[Tony lands on his back with a huff, laughing and appeased. He runs his hands through Shawn's hair and down to his neck, craning his head back to expose as much skin as possible, unable to keep his body still.]

[It's not like Shawn's staying still either, nipping playfully down towards Tony's collarbone, fingers skating over his ribs just caressing enough for it not to technically be called out as on-purpose tickling, pushing his thigh up between his legs]

[Tony moans audibly at the pressure between his legs, raising his hips against Shawn's leg and leveraging the grip in his hair to coax him back into another kiss]

[sort of croons at the pull on his hair, grinding his hips down and kissing back open-mouthed, hungry]

[breath coming hot against Shawn's lips, tracing hands down his back and pulling him close]

[he goes with it, one hand slipping down to hook in the waistband of Tony's pants, moving over him, just enjoying the friction and the warmth of skin on skin]

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