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Yeah. It really isn't. Sometimes it is. Sometimes we're on a desk or the floor or hell, one time there was this anti-grav situation and God, that was nice.

[ Now he's distracted. Distracted and his pants are open and his eyes are closed and he's got his dick in his hand. ]

But yeah, you're right. It's easier just to yank my pants off and fuck me. Because you're getting into it and you'd like to get off too. And I don't know don't ask about logistics it doesn't fucking matter. We fuck a lot so I'm ready and there's lube handy. Whatever. Point is the pants go and yours go and then you're fucking into me and I've got a leg around your waist and I don't know you're messing around and I'm like no just FUCK me so you do. Hard and fast like if you don't get off that instant you're gonna explode. And it's so fucking good. You don't even know I try to tell you but it's hard to fucking talk and goddamn it I wish this was your hand.

[ NOT what he means to say but he's really getting into it now and the poor speech to text program doesn't know what the hell to edit out. ]

[ Well. He might be getting into it. Currently. Right now. When he shouldn't be. He wonders what to say back because it all feels a bit too silly. Felix is much better at this because he's much better at talking.

Then he reads that last part. There's no mistaking what that means. He could let it go, but... ]

If you wait twenty minutes, it can be.

[ Is he reading that right? He reads it again and goddamn it he wants to get off but weighed against getting off with Locus, there's no contest. ]

Yes. Okay. I can wait. My hands are off my dick. Please don't get distracted and take too long. Waiting is really fucking hard. I'm really fucking hard. Please hurry. Please. Right now.