always with the one-track mind

[mommyknowsbest]

Kyouya's Angels, Inc...

Hmm...it has quite a nice ring to it, after all this time.

Now, if I can just find a clipboard...

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too bad I've got the better lawyers HEH (also goddammit I made a topping joke and forgot it THX DW)

[mommyknowsbest]

Well it certainly smells better than whatever kind of scent you're going for, halfway between wet dog and burning cigarette factory, perhaps?

Illuminati?

[ then Kyouya laughs but it's less like a laugh and more like a sinister chortle. If Badou squints he could make out the tiny glimmer of evil in Kyouya's eyes ]

If I told you they were, there'd be no point to the whole 'secret society' part, don't you think?

[ Kyouya can't help but feel a shiver of satisfaction at Badou's sudden change in voice race down his rich, gay spine. Fucking sadist. He chooses to ignore the comment about his and 'Daddy's'...indiscretions. ]

Oh? Is that so? [ he takes on a tone of innocence and beams brightly ]

Maybe this is better? [ he slides out one hand just to slide the other in Badou's other back pocket. Though the satisfaction from Badou's reaction was...well, sure to be satisfying, Kyouya had to admit to himself that his patience was growing thin with the older young man. ]

it's fate that you forgot it then. Fate that Badou tops =u= (I lied this reply isnt my best butt)

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou's face twists savagely and morphs into a pretty scary ass, disgusting, edged smile as he says]

If you're so turned off by my manry, rugged scent, why do you keep gropin' my ass, boss? The fuck's your policy over inter species- I mean coppin' feels in the workplace, huh? You ain't diggin' for kryptonite on this one way goddamn street, that's for sure.

[Badou's asscheeks clench in sheer Do Not Want, Incest, and under his breath he begins to hum Five for Fighting's 'Superman'] STOP TOUCHIN' MY ASS YOU BACKDOOR BANDIT! LITERALLY!

it's 8:30 in the morning so forgive me if this is dog doodoo

[mommyknowsbest]

[ That's it. The gloves are comin' off (I'd say glasses but they already did).

Kyouya yanks his hand back and with both hands on Badou's chest, shoves him back as hard as he can to get the older boy-man's grip off him. The rage is thick like his di-- and he can't see straight--well, at all, really, but especially straight, pun possibly intended--but that doesn't stop him from be a pissy bitch. ]

WHERE. ARE. MY. GLASSES?

[ with each word he shoves Badou back more; even though he's not yet spitting and convulsing in his anger yet it's rising with every word ]

I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUR ASS OUT OF DESIRE, AND IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE YOU ARE SERIOUSLY DELUDED!

[ Kyouya steps menacingly closer, looking ever the more like Monobear, his eyes flashing dangerously. His voice lowers to a near-whisper. ]

And to think, you were so close to getting your first check. It's already halfway made out and everything.

shhh no it's beautiful and chilling, I felt a breeze in my asscrack (beez in the trap)

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou stumbles back, but regains his balance with that booty of his and leans towards Kyouya dangerously, eye narrowed. At the total cockblock to his paycheck, he promptly loses it as well. And he ain't skimpy about the spittle as he grabs Kyouya by the popped collar again and snarls
yea ok I bet his dick is as thin as the bear dicks I was linked to on twitter today]

FUCK YOU! GIMMIE THAT CHECK, YOU AIN'T PAYED ME ONE IOTA OF WHAT I GET ACCORDIN' TO THAT CONTRACT YOU LOVE TO RUB AGAINST YOUR BALLS! Is all that jizz in your ears messin' with your brain or are you gettin' rusty? The only upper hand you've got here is the hand you had up my juicy ass. [Badou grimaces, looking distinctly green as he fantasi- flashes back.]

Now, you're a fuckin' penny ass pinchin' business man, aintcha? I'm willin' to come to a truce.

GOMEN THIS IS SO LATE!!

[mommyknowsbest]

For somebody who had such a problem with me trying to find my glasses, you sure keep bringing it up a lot. Hmm...

[ makes a mental note to record later ]

A truce? That has something to do with my being a penny pinching businessman? Because I'll own up to that title. At least it's respectful.

[ gives him the ol' "Go ahead...I'm listening...if it's worth my time." Kyouya look™ ]

SHHH AINT NO THANG BUT A...G THANG, YO...or s/t

[notkinkypatch]

It comes with the PTSD your sandy ass is lucky I ain't gonna sue you for. It's a part of movin' past the trauma until my brain bleach kicks in.

[If that's the nicest thing Kyouya's been called besides 'your highness' or 'your clipboardness'...not sure if sad or amazing. Jutting out his chin in what he hopes is a businessmanlike manner, he delivers the blow (......)]

I give you your specs back, forget you tried to fist me with the aid of many drinks, and you forget shootin' the shit about cockblockin' my paycheck. And we'll be square. What say you, boss?