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[beejfu]

[He gives a dark laugh but is too distracted by his own climaxing to pay much heed to the words, panting from the effort of physically lifting this little guy up for so long.

BJ settles down even with Rhys' dick still obviously hurting for release, grinning up at him]

Gimme a sec, I'll take care of that for you. Holy. Holy shit. You can come by anytime you want.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys makes a noise that could only be described as a whine as Betelgeuse finally stills inside him.

It takes a moment to settle into the feeling of stillness. The break in the momentum even as his cock is still throbbing between them.]

Th--thanks?

[hard to form sentences right now.]

Yeah, it's been really-- it's been good-- sorry, this is killing me--

[Just going to get his hand in between them and onto his dick, because this is clearly an emergency.]

[beejfu]

Ehh. Go for it.

[He reaches to hold Rhys steady by the hips, tired but helpful!!]

You know what gets you off better than me.

[therushingsky]

[As far gone as he is right now, it turns out what gets Rhys off is about five seconds of his own hand before he's shuddering and coming.

And cursing when he remembers that he was trying not to ruin Betelgeuse's shirt.]

Fuck-- sorry, sorry, bad angle--

[beejfu]

[he gives an almighty siiigh of discontent when he examines the stain]

Well, that ain't coming out.

[therushingsky]

It would if you did your laundry.

[Insists Rhys, immediately both sleepy and defensive.]

[beejfu]

[He gives a light smack to Rhys' butt, to urge him up and off]

Move. Ghosts don't do laundry. Now I'm stuck with your jizz on my suit forever.

[therushingsky]

Yeah, well, maybe Ghost should start.

[He lifts himself up slowly, easing off the demon's now soft prick, before flopping bonelessly into the couch beside him.]

[beejfu]

It ruins our aesthetic.

[He doesn't remove the shirt, and starts curling up like a filthy, filthy raccoon creature in his nest next to Rhys]

[therushingsky]

Your aesthetic is so gross though.

[He makes a little token groan of complaint when Betelgeuse curls up beside him, all smelly and terrible, but it's mostly for show. He doesn't actually pull away from any attempts to cuddle.]

[beejfu]

[pleased, he wraps his arms around Rhys' midsection, curling in close to him]

Love you, Rhysball.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys hums pleasantly, and loops and an around BJ's shoulders, eyes closed and fighting back a wave of post coital warmth.]

You're terrible.

[said with nothing but warmth.]

Thanks for having me over

[beejfu]

Hey; anytime, babes.

[He plants a kiss on Rhys' neck before settling down, stickiness and all]