"If you're so concerned about the chair, you could do it. I've never had any problems with it before," teased Dib, who wandered to the sofa and had a seat, looking up at Sollux in all his shirtless glory. He pulled him closer by the small of his back, while his other hand scratched up his chest, leaving yellow welts in the gray skin in their wake, while he leaned up to open his mouth against Sollux's throat, biting just around his windpipe before licking there and then nipping his earlobe. "Should get your toys before you come to stay here and escape the doomy stuff," he mentioned.
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