No. I won't elaborate. I should make you guess. What possible ways could I be preparing myself for your arrival home, hm?
[ Sent after he receives K's photo: ]
Other than the obvious of course. Is that for me?
[ He's grinning widely, with is sent as an impression along with the response. ]
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Meanwhile, Tech Boy has been preparing himself, flitting around their apartment trying to decide which of the many possibilities he wants to act on when K returns home. There's lube involved, of course, but there's also no reason to cut their foreplay short simply because K finally walks in the door and Tech Boy can put hands on him physically to reap the rewards of his little game. No need to rush. They have all the time they'll need.
The air in the apartment holds a slight haziness as the vapor from Tech Boy's smoking has yet to dissipate entirely, but there's another sweet odor mixed with the electric scent of the vape. It'll be up to K to discover the source.
He lounges on the couch, wearing a grey geometrically-patterned silk robe that K hasn't seen before tied loosely around his midsection to cover (but not conceal) his erection. Patiently waiting, eyes closed, he can feel K's progress as he approaches home. It's easier with their emotions flared like this, a pleasantly warm spot in Tech Boy's awareness.
Rising at the sound of the click of the lock, Tech Boy takes a few steps to meet K at the door, careful to keep himself out of view of anyone else who might be passing in the hallway.
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What possible ways could I be preparing myself for your arrival home, hm?
[ Sent after he receives K's photo: ]
Other than the obvious of course. Is that for me?
[ He's grinning widely, with is sent as an impression along with the response. ]
-----
Meanwhile, Tech Boy has been preparing himself, flitting around their apartment trying to decide which of the many possibilities he wants to act on when K returns home. There's lube involved, of course, but there's also no reason to cut their foreplay short simply because K finally walks in the door and Tech Boy can put hands on him physically to reap the rewards of his little game. No need to rush. They have all the time they'll need.
The air in the apartment holds a slight haziness as the vapor from Tech Boy's smoking has yet to dissipate entirely, but there's another sweet odor mixed with the electric scent of the vape. It'll be up to K to discover the source.
He lounges on the couch, wearing a grey geometrically-patterned silk robe that K hasn't seen before tied loosely around his midsection to cover (but not conceal) his erection. Patiently waiting, eyes closed, he can feel K's progress as he approaches home. It's easier with their emotions flared like this, a pleasantly warm spot in Tech Boy's awareness.
Rising at the sound of the click of the lock, Tech Boy takes a few steps to meet K at the door, careful to keep himself out of view of anyone else who might be passing in the hallway.
"Welcome home."