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teasing

killerking: hey hey hey hey

dalbo: babe, it's three in the morning and my sound was on full volume, please don't spam me.

killerking: sorrrryyyy but i just thought of something and i know that you would probably say yes to.

dalbo: okay??? what is it???

killerking: look outside your window.

dalbo: please tell me you're not outside!

killerking: ...

dalbo: BRENDON!

killerking: im outside, but please please come down with me.

dalbo: im grounded, after that penis incident, my mother doesn't want you going with me to go get meds anymore.

killerking: i'm sorry but, please come down, i'll make her hate me. please.

dalbo: okay. one sec.

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dallon strapped on his prosthetic leg, slipped on his shoes, sweater and jeans and opened his window to see brendon standing there.

"i'll catch you i promise."

"okay. um, do you want me to just jump on the count of three or?"

"babe, just jump."

"okay."

dallon put his legs out the window and jumped out cursing and squealing quietly hope he wouldn't break a bone, but it was soft yet strong hands that caught him. His shirt riding up to his chest, which slipped onto brendon's chest.

"wow, you're really toned out, do you work out?"

"no, the only think i work out are my hands and fingers." dallon said with a small giggle.

"wait what do you mean?"

dallon rolled his eyes, blushing like a maniac, "what do you people do with their fingers?"

"you? oh...." brendon blushes deeply.

"i always imagine it's you, ya know."

"dallon, please stop i'm gonna get a-"

"boner? i'll help you with that." dallon smirked, he couldn't stop teasing brendon.

"and wanna know what you can do to me?"

brendon gulped but nodded.

"you can.." brendon was on edge, he needed this, needed dallon. "let me go so we can go because i really really need to pee and i need to do a number two, too so chop chop mister, times a-wasting!"

"you fucker." brendon groaned.

dallon laughed.

"you love me."

"yeah, i guess."