Angel Dust

[Oop. Nope. Angel can feel the shift. He's said the wrong thing. Which is fine, they have a strategy for that! Ignore! He nods faintly, and leans harder into the flirting. That's much easier for both of them. He toys idly with his chest fluff as he talks, eyeing those teeth excitedly.]

Mmm- the kind where we see how many times we can cum before they get here? Loser has to answer the door?

[Winners all round with that kind of fun. Except maybe the delivery guy if he's some kind of prude.]

I still gotta thank ya properly.

[And he still does want that desk fantasy, but that might take more time than they've got and he doesn't wanna be pulled outta that one prematurely.]