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Ian: Just a warning...
Ian: When I come home tonight and see you, I'm going to maul you like a fucking animal.
Mick: I just spit out my beer, lol. That sounds fun. Any particular reason?
Ian: I've been hard all day just thinking about you. I don't mean turned on or half staffed. I mean full on, hard as a rock hard. I'm so tired of training the new people. I miss working with you. I miss just being in the truck with you. Now I'm fucking hard and Chris just keeps trying to have conversation.
Ian: At this point I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm hot for him.
Mick: Tell his tubby ass to keep his hands off.
Ian: No worries. He's about as straight as it gets. Plus, I'm kind of into this other guy right now....
Mick: Oh yeah? Well I hope he knows you're married.
Ian: I keep thinking of you wearing those black jeans last night with your slutty little knees peeking out and that black Henley looking so good on you.
Mick: What is it with you and my knees?
Ian: Not just your knees, trust me. There's this spot on your neck that when I see it I want to latch on to it with my mouth like a fucking vacuum and mark you as MINE with a pearl necklace full of bruises. And your forearms. There's a vein going down your arm that pops out and makes me want to lie and tell you I'm not a top anymore just so you can pin me down with those arms and remind me I'm YOURS.
Mick: Oh ho ho!! Whaaaaaaaaa
Ian: When I get home tonight, I'm gonna rip off any clothes you have on so it might be best not to wear anything you really like. I'm going to fuck you until you pass out and when you wake up I'll still be inside you. I'm gonna bury my cock in you all the way to the hilt. You're gonna feel my balls up against you, full and heavy all because of you wearing that fucking henley and those slutty knees. And when I unload in you it's gonna be so much that it will change your fucking DNA.
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Mick: We're so sorry to inform you that Mickey has died of a massive heart attack after reading this. Services will be held tomorrow with a wake for friends and family. Unfortunately it will be a closed casket because he died with an obscene boner that, despite our best efforts, we couldn't make go back down.
Mick: So sorry for your loss. Thoughts and prayers.
Ian: He probably wouldn't survive the assault I was going to inflict on him tonight anyway.
Ian: I'll think of him fondly.
Mick: Hurry the fuck home. LY
Ian: I love you so much. I'm so fucking happy to be married to you. Go take a nap cause you're gonna need it. ;)