19. Messages
Fisheye25:Miss youuuuu.
Kuddlebear: Miss you more.
Fisheye25: Wanna bet?
Kuddlebear: How much?
Fisheye25: 50 billionty dollars.
Kuddlebear: Whoa there, babe. Are you using me to get rich?
Fisheye25: Oh shit. I’ve been caught. Erm, what I mean, is…
Fisheye25: 50 dollars.
Fisheye25: Sorry. Autocorrect did me dirty.
Kuddlebear: Right…
Fisheye25: Cross my heart and hope to die.
Kuddlebear: Shit. I’ll get the black suit ironed.
Fisheye25: *gasps* I can’t believe you don’t believe me. Why are you a nonbeliever, Kit?
Kuddlebear: Because I know you.
Fisheye25: Pfftt.
Kuddlebear: Pfftt right back at you.
Fisheye25: Anyway…
Fisheye25: As I was saying… I miss you. When are you back?
Kuddlebear: Monday.
Fisheye25: Agh. My body misses you.
Kuddlebear: What parts in particular?
Fisheye25: You’re filthy, Mr. Sinclair. I’m putting my heart out there for you, and all you can think about is sex.
Kuddlebear: I never! *face-with-rolling-eyes emoji*
Fisheye25: Yeah, yeah. You’re all the same.
Kuddlebear: Take that back!
Fisheye25: Or what?
Kuddlebear: Or you’ll be punished when I’m back.
Fisheye25: Seriously? Are you forgetting who’s the boss in this relationship.
Kuddlebear: You’ll be punished, *Sir.* Better?
Fisheye25: Meh. We’ll see. Where are you?
Kuddlebear: My hotel.
Fisheye25: Isn’t it daytime there already?
Kuddlebear: Sun’s about to rise, and I’m about to jump into the shower. Day full of meetings ahead *facepalm emoji*
Fisheye25: Oh. Morning you say.
Fisheye25: Any glory?
Kuddlebear: Do you want there to be?
Fisheye25: Is that even a question?
Fisheye25: I don’t believe you. You’re somewhere in town getting sucked off.
Kuddlebear: Lol. You’re funny.
Fisheye25: Then why is my phone still dickless?
Kuddlebear: You didn’t ask.
Fisheye25: Uhm, I think you’ll find I very much did.
Fisheye25: Now, come on, Kit. Prove to me you’re in your hotel. Go up to the window and show me your room.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25: Good boy. Now show me the city.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25: Nice one. Quite up high for a hotel.
Fisheye25: Now show me your cock.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25: Good morning to you, Girth-a Kitt.
Kuddlebear: Haha. Funny.
Fisheye25: I am hilarious. Especially when there are dicks involved.
Kuddlebear: Dicks? There’s more than one?
Fisheye25: Not currently. Unfortunately.
Fisheye25: You see, the dick that belongs to me is currently 50k miles away.
Kuddlebear: Uhm…pretty sure that’s not accurate.
Kuddlebear: Also, what’s with you and 50s today?
Fisheye25: Shut up, Kit. Don’t let that morning glory go to waste.
Fisheye25: Paint the windows with your load. I want to see.
Kuddlebear sent a video.
Fisheye25: Hot. Fucking. Damn.
Fisheye25: Wish I was there to clean it up.
Kuddlebear: Me too.
Kuddlebear sent a video.
Kuddlebear: Good enough?
Fisheye25: No. I still want to be the one to lick it clean, but I guess your tongue will have to do.
Fisheye25 sent an image.
Fisheye25: Look what you made me do.
Kuddlebear: Alright, Taylor. Don’t cry about it.
Fisheye25: *gasp* You did *not* just call me Taylor when I just sent you a picture of my cum and cock.
Kuddlebear: Sue me.
Fisheye25: I may just do that.
Kuddlebear: Good morning, sweetheart.
Fisheye25: Good morning, *boyfriend*!