Agustin swallows Ivar's release, moaning around him once more as the other's orgasm fades away. There's some licking he does around the other's cock and balls afterward, crawling up onto the couch and relaxing. He licks his lips with a satisfied grin.
Ivar's calm and relaxed (for once) thanks to having his dick sucked and getting high on drugs. He pats Agustin on the head affectionately like he's a good dog. "Do you have any beer around here?" He asks.
Agustin is more than happy with the affectionate pat and he doesn't care if it might be a little belittling in a way, perhaps. He snorts at the question as he stretches.
"Course I do," he said. He doesn't get up right away to get it, though.
Ivar waits a few moments and then nudges Agustin impatiently. "Then go get it, peasant!" It's a good thing these two are friends. No one else would have them.
"I have brittle bone disease and therefore should be moving as little as possible. Therefore, it's your job to move!" He shoves Agustin again, this time shaking him slightly to try and get him out of whatever stupor he'd fallen into.
"Ugh, you only bring that up when it's convenient for you!!" Agustin huffs and elbows Ivar. "Y'know, one of these days I'm gonna make you suck my dick before I play fetch!"
Is that supposed to be a threat or something? Who knows with this guy. He does reluctantly go to retrieve a pack of some stupidly expensive beer, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table in front of the couch and then pulling them both out one.
"Of course. This is why I win all arguments and you don't," Ivar says smugly. It was easy to get people to do what he wanted by playing the poor, pathetic little cripple who needed everyone else to do things for him. Not that Agustin saw him as such. He just bullied him more then anything into doing what he wanted.
He cracks open a beer and clinks it against Agustin's. "Cheers, peasant."
"You're a peasant because I am clearly better then you," Ivar says smugly. He's as close to royalty as one can get in this day and age, so he'll forever lord himself over Agustin.
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"Course I do," he said. He doesn't get up right away to get it, though.
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Is that supposed to be a threat or something? Who knows with this guy. He does reluctantly go to retrieve a pack of some stupidly expensive beer, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table in front of the couch and then pulling them both out one.
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He cracks open a beer and clinks it against Agustin's. "Cheers, peasant."
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He takes a long drink of his beer and slouches down more into the couch.
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