Second drawer there. [Chilton nodded, glancing to the drawer in question. His hands on Cassidy's thighs, he gave a groping squeeze -- enjoying it, feeling the muscles. Soaking in that otherworldly implication, no matter how human Cassidy appeared. There was something very interesting about that to him, something he liked. The secret embedded within his flesh.
Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
Well, I thought I was here to do the fuckin', is all. You suggestin' I've misread the situation a little there, Doc?
[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
[Chilton grinned, chin dipped down towards his chest. Cassidy has a rather endearing way about him, and he couldn't find the urge to argue his point -- he wasn't wrong, after all. Chilton would very clearly not be doing the fucking as much as taking it. He had more experience in taking it, after all.]
Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
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Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
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[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
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Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
[Chilton wasn't always a patient man.]