Upon going into Tsmea's office, Ingle is surprised by how large it is. It's neatly organized, and the minimalism and color palette reflects Tsmea's personality. It smells like him in here, and Ingle takes a deep breath in.
Tsmea goes towards his desk, opens a drawer, and takes out a tube of ointment.
"Go ahead and unbutton your shirt," Tsmea says to Ingle, and the phrase catches him by surprise.
"H-Huh?????" Ingle stutters and blushes.
"How else am I going to apply this ointment," Tsmea smirks and asks. The sight makes Ingle blush even deeper. Ingle starts unbuttoning his shirt awkwardly. He fumbles with the buttons as he hears Tsmea get closer and closer to him.
Tsmea eventually gets so close to Ingle that he can hear his breath on him. Tsmea squirts some ointment onto his fingers and begins rubbing it onto Ingle's burnt chest. Tsmea is so gentle it almost tickles Ingle. Ingle doesn't even realize that Tsmea is looking directly into his Blue Orbs.
"You've always been so clumsy, haven't you," Tsmea whispers to Ingle playfully. The sound sends shivers down Ingle's spine, and he notices something hot in his crotch.
"I-uhm. Yeah, I guess so. You noticed?" Ingle replies, barely able to get any words out of his mouth.
"How could I not pay attention to someone like you," Tsmea replies, giving Ingle another smirk. Ingle quickly notices he's hard and tries to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.
"I think that's okay!! That's enough thank you!" Ingle says awkwardly, trying to get away from Tsmea before he notices his Little Buddy.
"It's okay," Tsmea responds mouth right next to Ingle's ear. The hot wet closeness makes Ingle's Splatter stand up even stronger. "I know"
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it has been tearing me apart (what do we owe?)
Poetrybinglebottom and shit smearer love eachother. but they dont know that. binglebottom has a thing for fisting, and shit smearer has a thing for fisting. how will they work this shit out???
