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[henchweasel]

"This is Cortez. I'd pick up the phone, but clearly I'm too busy doing more important things right now." text | voice | video | action

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[henchweasel]

[ Often, Fabian likes things rough. He wants to be manhandled and even... disrespected, at least in certain contexts, without an audience. Who knows if it's a byproduct of his self loathing, or some pathetic kink he developed when he had to (metaphorically) lick Magneto's boots, or if it's just simple preference with nothing deeper to it. In any case, right now, he craves none of that. So, when Caliban carries him like he's something precious, and lays him down gently, it's exactly what Fabian needed.

He opens his legs to encourage that exploring hand. God... When did he go from hating that nickname, to grudgingly tolerating it, to actually enjoying it? Anyone else would make it sound like an insult.

There's just one sticking point for the moment, however. ]

Every inch of me is yours. I only ask that today, ah... We don't... My...

[ Hm. Trying to find the words is more awkward than he expected. ]

I haven't fucked anyone since... that night, you know.