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“Enjin!” Semiu’s voice echoes down the hallway. His head jerks up as his door swings open and Semiu leans in. “I’m gettin’ tired of waiting for you. Get your ass out here and look for the man your damn self.” She turns from the door, leaving it open, and walks away.
“You’re so cruel to me, Semiu!” Enjin whines while getting up and following behind her. He glances down at his phone. Gris still hadn’t made it, based on the lack of text messages from his offline account. He runs a hand through his hair. “Do you think I should wait outside? Or would that be kinda weird?”
Semiu, now in the kitchen of their shared apartment, glances at him. “I don’t really care where you wait. You might have a better chance of spotting him if you’re already out there, though.” She takes a look at the time before walking past him and towards her room. “Let me know when he comes. I’m tryna invite my girl over.” She grins before disappearing behind the door.
Enjin lets out a scoff. He hesitates for a moment before opening the door and stepping outside. The apartment complex this time around was fairly dead. Then again, it’s filled with people that both him and Semiu know. Work, school, and other obligations are probably causing the lack of activity, he reasons.
He takes a cigarette out of his pocket and twirls it around between his fingers, watching cars occasionally zoom by on the road. Truth be told, he’s feeling nervous. It’s been a while since his last collab—specifically with his ex, Tamsy—and the pit in his stomach only grows with each passing second.
Tamsy. Enjin quickly shakes his head, smacking himself upside it a few times. Why is he thinking about his ex-boyfriend while a practical stranger is visiting to pick him up? Well, he knows why, but being hung up on an ex is the last thing he should be thinking about right now. He drops the cigarette just as his phone pings with a text message. With a haste, he whips it open.
_scarredgr1t_: Hey! I think I’m at the right place (or close enough)? Can you see me?
Enjin drags himself to his feet. He looks around for a moment and sees… nothing. He frowns and opens up his phone to respond.
ensign1umbreaker: i don’t see u dawg
_scarredgr1t_: I’ll get out of the car then, give me a second.
Enjin chuckles. He runs down the stairs until his boots hit the floor, and then he begins to look around the area. After some searching, his eyes land on a distant sight from across the street: a guy getting out of a car, readjusting his hat and looking around.
Bingo.
He runs across the street to get a better look at the guy. Sure enough, this is the man he’s meeting with: scar across his left eye, slightly taller than Enjin, stubble on his face, and the gloves that he never takes off. When Enjin reaches him, he clears his throat loudly to get the man to turn around, which succeeded.
Enjin grins and points behind himself. “Wrong place, Gris.”
Gris blinks, then lets out a hearty laugh. “I was starting to think that I might’ve been a little off. I haven’t driven in this area before.” He offers a hand to Enjin. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Enjin.”
“Same to you,” Enjin replies, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “Of all the people on the platform, I didn’t think I’d be meeting with you. Not that you’re, like, a bad guy or anything! We’re just… two different sides of completely different coins.” He shrugs.
Gris takes off his hat and chuckles. Enjin stares at him for a moment. How could a guy be so hot and so… pretty at the same time just by taking his hat off? He’s snapped out of his thoughts when Gris speaks. “I get it. You’re a lot more raunchy than I am. But I have my fair share of moments where things get spicier than usual…”
It’s true. Enjin spent about two whole days skimming Gris’s account before he decided to reach out with the idea of a collab between them. The guy’s account felt more like an ASMR channel than a camboy website with how… relaxing it felt. But some of his streams did get Enjin going. And that spurred him on to text.
Enjin glances down at his phone. He shoots Semiu a quick text confirming that he’s off with Gris before grinning at the man. “Oh, I’m well aware. I have a strict vetting process,” he sings as he walks around to the other side of the car.
Gris’s brows furrow. He climbs into the driver's seat and unlocks the door. “Do you, now?”
“Mhm. First, you gotta look good.” Enjin climbs into the car and plops into his seat while Gris messes with the navigation. “Next, you gotta have something unique about you. Your unique thing was having an overly relaxing account.”
Gris laughs. “I think I’m honored to hear that,” he says as he starts to drive out of the parking lot.
Enjin smiles. “And finally, the third and final most important part of my vetting process is…”
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“...njin,” a voice calls. “Enjin. Wake up.”
Enjin blinks slowly, then looks around.
Gris is hovering over Enjin with his hand on his shoulder. He smiles when Enjin’s eyes lock onto him. “Hey, sleepyhead. You went out like a light for the whole ride. And it wasn’t even that long of a drive.”
Enjin stares at Gris. His kind blue eyes, the strange softness of his face, and their proximity in the car. He’s… really pretty. He blinks a few more times before rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “...how long was I out?” he asks.
“I only drove for about ten minutes, so… ten minutes.”
“It’s unfair that you drive so… relaxingly.” Enjin stretches his arms before opening the car door and climbing out. He wobbles for a moment before catching himself, his eyes landing on the hotel. “Need me to get any equipment inside?”
Gris, now out of the car as well, shakes his head with a chuckle. “I can handle most of it. It’s not like I have too much to carry in. My productions are pretty small.” He opens his back door and reaches inside.
Enjin watches him for a few moments. Gris doesn’t look to be struggling, so he waves his hand. “I’m gonna get us a room. I’ll text it to you.” He starts forward, but then pauses. “Are we streaming, or pre-recording something?”
“Do you have a preference?” Gris calls from the car. “I’ll bring both cameras and some mics just in case.”
Both cameras? Mics? How professional did this guy get? It would definitely be a step up from the kinds of amateur streams and videos he and Tamsy used to make together. Was Gris a different camera angles kinda guy? Enjin shakes his head with a groan under his breath, then heads towards the hotel.
Ten minutes later, and the room is set up. Both cameras are set up for two different angles, mics are set up around the area, and some of their ‘props’ are sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.
Enjin is laid across the bed, letting out a sigh. Gris glances over. “My viewers are cruel.”
Gris chuckles. “You are kind of wild. I see why they hoped we would do this.”
“But come on!” He opens his phone and begins to read comments left on the post about their collaboration. “‘Tame the little brat’? I’m not a brat, first off. Or this one, ‘Can’t wait until he cries’? Are you gonna make me cry?” Enjin pouts up at Gris.
Gris’s head tilts. “Depends. Are you into rough sex?”
Enjin contemplates. He used to get tied up and it’d leave marks, so that probably counted. “I’m cool with rough sex. Is that what you tend to do?”
Gris nods. “Yep. So I’ve been told.”
This guy? The guy who drove so nicely down such fucked up roads that Enjin fell asleep? The guy who has the same look in his eyes as a sweet grandmother handing out cookies? This guy has rough sex?
Enjin chuckles. “Give me all you’ve got. We can start with your relaxation thing of prepping me before we fuck.”
A laugh escapes Gris as he walks over to both of the cameras. He peers through them both before tapping one. “I’ll livestream one for your account, one for mine. And I’ll give you the nicer of the two angles.”
“So generous. I’ve almost forgotten the fact we’re both camboys,” Enjin jokes under his breath.
In seconds, Enjin hears the live chat exploding from his phone. He half sits up and watches Gris, who’s messing with one of the cameras. Gris glances at Enjin and smiles. “Forgot to tell you. We’re officially live.”
Enjin peeks at his phone, where he usually keeps his livestream chat. Usernames, messages, and tons of donations fly across the screen, too fast to read. He laughs. “Jesus, you horndogs are way too excited to see Mr. Grit and I together, huh?” He scoots closer to his own camera and waves.
Gris steps back and rolls his shoulders before grabbing two gloves to wear over his own, as well as a bottle of oil. He pulls the gloves on and smiles at his own camera. “Today, Ensign and I are going to be… seeing how things go. No exact plan in mind except for the fact that he agreed to calm it down for the beginning of my stream.”
“Maybe.”
“...And you said you weren’t a brat?” Gris chuckles. He sets the oil down and walks over to the bed. “Strip. Then lie down, please.”
Enjin just stares at Gris for a moment, pouting, before finally pulling off his undershirt, his boots, and his baggy pants. Then he looks back at Gris and stretches his arms out. “Stripped,” he states. But Enjin makes no effort in lying down. He just looks up at Gris, the glint in his eyes daring.
Gris, much to Enjin’s surprise, doesn’t break a sweat. He only steps forward, grabs Enjin by the waist, lifts him, and then sets him on his back like it’s nothing. Then he squirts the oil onto his hands and starts rubbing them together. “This is just so the oil isn’t too cold,” Gris says to no one in particular. Probably to the camera, if anyone.
Enjin flinches as he feels Gris’s hands rest on his collarbones. After a few moments, he relaxes as his hands massage the oil into him. It barely feels like he’s got two layers of gloves on with how his skilled hands are working on Enjin’s body. He lets out a sigh and shuts his eyes.
The only thing keeping Enjin awake is the occasional buzzing on his phone from donations. He allows Gris to lift his arms and work the oil into his skin. Gris let out a low whistle. “...You’ve got a huge tattoo. I didn’t realize it even stretched onto your back.”
“Mmm…? Yeah. Touch ups alone would keep a shop in business,” Enjin jokes softly. “Although my viewers want me to get an incubus lookin’ womb tattoo. Little freaks.”
Gris laughs. He puts Enjin’s arm down, working his fingers through the other one. Then, after he finishes that one, his hands pause on Enjin’s waist. “You mind me taking off your underwear? Wouldn’t want you to reveal your secret tattoo.” He winks playfully.
Enjin tilts his head. “You’re crueler than me. Go ahead.”
Cold air brushes Enjin’s lower body as he shivers. Gris continues the massage from his abdomen, and despite himself, Enjin feels his cock twitch just a little bit. God forbid a man enjoy some tender care! Enjin’s breath hitches when Gris’s hands start working into his hips. He tries to lift a hand to cover his mouth when Gris catches his wrist.
Their eyes lock for a moment. Gris smiles. “Relax, Ensign. Lifting yourself off the table is prohibited.”
“...When the hell did that become a rule?” Enjin grumbles.
“Just now.”
After a moment of a tense staredown, Enjin drops his hand. Gris chuckles before he starts on Enjin’s groin—right above his slowly hardening cock. Enjin lets out a soft whimper, quiet as can be, before shifting his hips slightly. “G- God, this is… sensual.”
Gris moves down to his thighs. “You just realized?”
“No… but… it’s the first time I’m saying it,” Enjin whispers.
Gris stares at him for a moment before sighing. “I enjoy the intimacy that comes with these types of things, but I especially enjoy a nice, relaxing, kind of comforting environment. That’s the most enjoyable part for me. Even during sex.”
Enjin scoffs despite the twitch in his cock. God, this guy was noble. But he wasn’t exactly complaining. This was really nice.
“Pfft. One of your viewers just said, ‘this is the calmest and quietest Ensign’s ever been’ with a donation,” Gris reads off of Enjin’s phone. “They’ve got a point. Your streams are very… well, forward. Especially your last one.”
His last one. Where he woke up in the middle of the night, started streaming, and jerked off like there was no tomorrow. And maybe he used a dildo. And maybe he said some kind of crazy things for the time of day. And maybe he came twice and almost fell asleep in the middle of the stream. Enjin’s cheeks flushed. Being around Gris made him really feel like a freak.
Gris finally finished the massage. He half-slapped Enjin’s cock. “Alright. Turn around.”
Turn—what? While he’s half hard and flustered? Enjin stares at him like Gris grew a few extra heads and eyes. Gris stares back at him expectantly. Finally, he lets out a scoff. “You’re cruel, real cruel.” Enjin reluctantly sits up and flips onto his stomach, laying down on his hardening length.
This position left him feeling way more exposed, in a way. His face is hidden, and instead, his ass is on full display to both of the cameras. His face flushes even more as he slightly shifts his hips. God, the sheets underneath him feel so good against his erection. It rubs him just right, just enough to get him harder.
Gris starts to massage Enjin’s shoulders and back. Enjin turns his head to hide his desperate expression from the camera, biting into the pillows he’s now facing. His hips buck as subtle as he can manage into the sheets. He can already imagine most of the live chat’s reactions to how he looks right now. And it’s something he really doesn’t wanna think about at the moment.
He shudders when Gris’s hands press into his lower back. In immediate response, Enjin arches with a soft gasp, his hips lifting higher. Gris’s hand pauses for a moment before continuing to run up Enjin’s spine. The higher up he moves, the less Enjin feels himself arching his back. Enjin’s fingers dig into the bedsheets.
“...That’s quite the reaction,” Gris teases.
“S– Shut… Shut up…” Enjin whines. He bites into the pillow again.
Enjin tries to relax. He really does. But it’s hard to relax when Gris’s methods have definitely just changed after that back arching incident. His hands feel a little more… daring, almost. Like he’s testing the waters to see how much he can get away with and how much Enjin can take before he reacts. All the while, he’s innocently reading the chats from viewers.
“Hmm… ‘Ensign’s got a nice ass’, huh? I guess he does. Is that part of his appeal?” Quiet for a moment as Gris’s hands stop right above his ass cheeks. Enjin shivers. “It is? Then sure. He’s got the best ass here.”
He almost scoffs. If I’m a brat, this guy is the King of being a fucking tease… Enjin thinks to himself.
Finally, finally, Gris’s hands glide over his ass properly. Enjin lets out a soft, muffled noise before looking over his shoulder at Gris. Gris looks over at him and tilts his head, as though quietly asking if he needed anything. Enjin furrows his brows, sticking his tongue out in a playful manner.
Enjin swears he sees Gris’s eye twitch.
In seconds, instead of working over his ass and moving down to his thighs—or ignoring it entirely—Gris’s hands move to spread him open. Enjin’s face goes bright red, and he buries into the pillow like it’ll personally protect him.
“This area might need some extra TLC, Ensign. You should be paying more attention to these kinds of things.” Gris’s voice held just enough edge that Enjin knew it wasn’t genuine concern for his anal health.
Enjin’s grip on the sheets tightened as he felt Gris’s thumb brush his asshole. He let out a soft whine at the sensation. It felt incredible, but it was just a little brush, and—
Fuck it.
In seconds, Enjin lifts his hips and attempts—keyword, attempts—to grind back against Gris’s hand. Gris stops, then positions his hand just right for Enjin to grind against. His other hand, meanwhile, lowers to grab a hold of Enjin’s erect cock between his legs.
“Y– You have really big hands, dude…” Enjin pants, hips bucking into Gris’s fist.
“Please don’t call me ‘dude’ while I’m jerking you off and almost fingering you simultaneously.”
Enjin grins. “And wh– what are you gonna do about it, big guy?”
Gris laughs, his expression turning to a sneer. “You’ve got a big mouth on you, you know that?” He removes his hands from Enjin’s body, then picks him up and puts him on his knees on the bed. “I guess we’ll see if you can back it.”
“Wha—”
A cold sensation drips down Enjin’s lower back right down to his ass, where Gris seems to have been waiting. Enjin lets out a choked noise as he feels a finger work its way inside of him. After a minute or two, another finger joins the first, and a final third.
Enjin arches and twitches. “Holy… shit…”
Teeth find Enjin’s ear ridge, digging in just slightly. At the same time, he feels Gris hump against him with a soft growl. The feeling of his erection, even clothed, made Enjin press back against him. “You wanna ask what I’m gonna do about it again?” Gris hisses into his ear.
“N– No, obviously not…” Enjin mumbles. He reaches behind himself and unbuckles Gris’s belt, pulling it free and pushing his pants down seconds later. “But… I will ask why you’re doing so little about it.”
“What happened to, ‘I’m not a brat, first off’ from earlier?” Gris asks, freeing his erection.
Enjin laughs. “You think a bratty brat would proudly say he’s bratty?”
“Touché,” Gris responds as he grabs a condom from the pocket of his bunched up pants. “I think you take pride in everyone thinking you’re a brat.”
“Hm. On a good day.” Enjin pulls away from Gris, his hand wrapping around his erection. “But isn’t it more fun to make me admit it?” he asks. He lowers himself to kiss the tip of Gris’s cock before taking it fully in his mouth.
Gris lets out a gruff noise, fingers gripping Enjin’s blonde locks. He guides his head and lets out an exhausted, fairly weak chuckle. “I guess so… b– but you’re horrible at hiding it.”
Enjin looks up at him, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out while slapping Gris’s cock on his tongue. “To each his own…” he replies, a little muffled from the phallic form in his mouth. He meets Gris’s eyes and gives his head one last suckle before pulling back and spreading his legs. He then flops backwards to expose himself to Gris.
Gris pulls his hat off with a sigh. “You’ve gotta be some kind of sex demon,” he mumbles before rolling the condom over his erection.
“Nope. Just a very high libido and stamina.” Enjin wraps his legs around Gris to tug him closer, who responds by chuckling and crawling closer on the bed. As Gris lines himself up, Enjin glances down before looking up at Gris. “Everything about you is huge, y’know that? It’s almost scary.”
Gris scoffs. He presses his tip right against Enjin’s entrance. “Oh, now you’re scared?”
“Horny scared.”
“My God, you’re insufferable,” Gris laughs. After another moment or so, he finally pushes Enjin down further—his knees have never been this close to his ears—and pushes into him with a low groan.
Enjin lets out a broken yelp, fingers digging into the sheets as he feels Gris stretching his ass wider and wider. He feels Gris grab the back of his head and pull him forward until their foreheads bump into each other. Enjin’s eyes twitch as he tries to look at Gris.
His voice lowers so the microphones won’t hear. “You okay? This isn’t too much, right?” Gris shifts closer. “If it hurts, we can stop here.”
This guy was being way too sweet for the way his dick was currently stretching Enjin’s asshole wide open. Nonetheless, Enjin manages a small smile and shakes his head. “N– Nah, man, I’m good. Just… a lot to adjust to, y’know? You’re, like, the size of the biggest toys I have, and I don’t use them on the regular.”
Gris chuckles. “I got you. If you want, I can start slo—”
“Pfft.” Enjin leans back and starts to cackle like Gris just told the joke of the century. Gris stares at him in confusion before Enjin flashes him a mischievous smile. “When did I ask you to go easy on me, Gris?”
It goes quiet. After the moment of silence passes, Gris grabs Enjin’s lower thigh, leans over until he’s practically become a raincloud of lust over his partner, and starts to thrust hard, fast, and deep.
Enjin screams. His arms wrap around Gris as he thrusts into him, the bed creaking from the force of Gris’s movements. Whimpers, whines, grunts and moans fill the room even as Gris turns his head to catch Enjin’s lips against his own.
The live stream is forgotten. Even as the chat moves at alarming rates, neither of them are paying attention. All they can think about is their shared desire that chokes the room with each time their skin meets. Each breathless sound Enjin lets out for the moment they part, each kiss Gris plants on the corners of his mouth and on his neck, it all only fuels their mutual desires.
Gris breaks the kiss yet again, his hand sliding off of Enjin’s leg to hold the back of his head. “I- I’m… I think I’m gonna come soon…” he pants under his breath.
Enjin can barely nod in response. His debauched expression makes him look like he’s experienced five orgasms between then and now. And for all Gris knew, he might’ve dry orgasmed. Enjin is… quite reactive.
He smoothes Enjin’s hair back. “Touch yourself,” he commands, voice soft but still demanding. Gris waits for any kind of reaction besides incoherent mumbling, but he gets nothing. So, Gris grabs Enjin’s cock himself and begins to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
“F– Fuck…!” Enjin yips, back arching for a moment before he falls back onto the bed. Gris watches Enjin drool onto the pillows with a weak laugh and wordless mumbling as Gris keeps thrusting. “Fu…ck…”
He isn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone so… mindless during sex. Gris chuckles. Enjin is like this because of him. Ensign, the unbreakable brat, is a drooling, whiny, wordless mess because of him. “Something new I can add to my resume,” he jokes before picking up the pace on both his hand and his hips. Enjin twitches and winces, but he doesn’t form any words, yet again.
Gris eventually shuts his eyes, hips pistoning frantically until he shudders violently. He pushes Enjin further into the bed as he releases his load into the condom. Around the same time, he swears he feels Enjin tighten around him. Which means he probably just came, too.
The sight that greets his open eyes is… definitely memorable, to say the least. Enjin with cum on his abdomen, his body shaking, drool pooling on the pillow his head lay, and his asshole twitching. Gris leans down, grabs Enjin by the throat, and kisses him deep. Enjin, surprisingly, kisses him back.
When they part, Gris glances at one of the cameras. His eyes widen as he quickly pulls out and laughs. “Well, I think that’s more than enough for today, huh?” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. Enjin laughs weakly from the bed. “T– Thanks, everyone who tuned in. Maybe you’ll be getting more collabs this week from the two of us.”
Gris quickly darts to turn it off. Enjin lifts a hand and gives a peace sign to Gris’s camera just as the stream ends. He turns to Enjin. “Do you… do anything in particular before you end your streams?” he asks.
Enjin nods. He points at the camera, then signals for Gris to record him up close. Gris picks up the camera and brings it over, panning from Enjin’s face to his quivering hole. Then he turns the camera to himself and smiles. “Bye, bye, Ensign viewers!”
The stream cut.
“Holy… fuck, can you fuck, Gris!” Enjin exclaims, voice hoarse. He groans as he tries to muster up the strength to move his legs. “I thought I died for a second there. Although I wouldn’t mind dying by getting dicked down.”
Gris laughs. He takes the condom off and throws it away before approaching Enjin. “C’mon. We gotta get cleaned up and—what are you doing? Don’t get up!” he exclaims. Enjin stares at him in confusion. “I said—just stay still.”
Enjin squeaks as he’s swept up from the bed and into Gris’s arms. Enjin wraps his arms around the other man’s shoulders and gulps. “You, uh, do this with everyone?” he mumbles, cheeks flushed.
“Duh. Now enough talking until we get you something warm for your throat.” Gris storms into the bathroom with a purpose.
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“Gris, come on, I’m not a little kid!” Enjin whines. He’s currently sitting on the edge of the bathtub being dried off by a large towel that Gris grabbed. “I can dry myself.”
“Are you always this whiny?” Gris retorts before setting the towel aside. He lifts Enjin up again and walks back to the bedroom. Where Gris had also cleaned the sheets. “You got fucked into silence. The least I can do is clean you up and make sure you’re feeling alright,” he reasons.
Enjin huffs before crossing his arms. Gris unceremoniously drops him onto the bed, allowing him to roll until he’s resting on his stomach. Enjin moves his arms to rest under his head as Gris’s phone pings. He watches the larger man pick up the device and chuckle before typing something.
Despite himself, Enjin feels the smallest wave of jealousy. Why’s he jealous over a guy he met and fucked in a day? “Who’re you texting? A lover or something?” Enjin hums.
Gris shakes his head, eyes still on the screen. “My kid.”
Enjin’s eyes shoot open. “You have a kid!?”
With the emphasis on ‘kid’ from Enjin, Gris seems to check himself into the conversation. He violently shakes his head. “N- Not a biological kid! He’s in college, and I’m only thirty. He’s just… practically my kid,” he hurriedly explains.
Enjin stares at him for a moment longer before sighing. “Sounds like my situation. I’ve got two strays in high school that have practically adopted me. But they’re so damn independent that I’m barely needed.”
Gris chuckles. “I feel that. But don’t worry. Whether you know it or not,” he says as he sets his phone down. “They’re one thousand percent thinking about you at least once throughout the day. Some are better at hiding it than others.”
“They better be thinking about me! I’m cool as all hell.” Enjin points at himself to emphasize his point with a smile. Gris only laughs at his antics before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You mind staying here for the night? I mean… well, the evening, I guess? We can get the hotel breakfast tomorrow. And maybe film more stuff if you’re interested.”
Stay the night. Get breakfast. This is weirdly intimate for a collaboration. Enjin gives him a thumbs up as he quiets his thoughts. “Sounds good to me. I’ll never turn down good food and great sex.” He winks.
Gris rolls into the bed and pulls the covers over himself. “You seem like the type.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you don’t turn down good food and great sex,” Gris retorts playfully.
Enjin kicks him under the sheets. “Go to bed.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
Tamsy’s bathroom door swings open as he dries his hair with his towel, wrapped in a house robe and wearing bird-themed slippers Enjin bought him at some earlier point. He glances at his phone as it buzzes incessantly a few times. He frowns before picking it up to see what’s going on.
His eyes widen, then narrow into slits. Enjin collabed with some guy a few hours ago. Tamsy sits on his bed and clicks on the video, then scrolls to read the comments that have already accumulated there.
theclaause34: ensign’s quietest stream ever tbh
toedevourer__: so uhhh… how do i get me a man to ruin me like THAT?? 👀
balls0Fst33l7: OMGGGGG the chemistry they had!!! SO HOT
“...Chemistry, huh…?” Tamsy whispers to himself. He chuckles and closes the app, then deletes it entirely from his phone. Afterwards, he opens his texting app and sends a singular message to Enjin.
Hey! Wanna catch up soon? Was just thinking about you :)
Tamsy tosses his phone to the side before sighing. He climbs into bed, removes his robe and slippers, draws his blinds, then finally pulls the covers over himself. His eyes shut, his body already relaxing for slumber.
If only Gris knew that I still have Enjin. Hook, line, and sinker.