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[hypomeneo]

[The recording begins regularly enough. A deep voice intones with all the enthusiasm of a call center operator giving their rote pitch:]

Hello, this is Waver Velvet. Leave a short message with date, time, and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

[Suddenly there is an excited voice in the background clamoring for Waver's attention and not going to let up until Waver completely gives them exactly that.]

Stop! Idiot! Can't you see I'm trying to record something?!

... hold on! Hold on!

[This thing still on? Yes? Okay then...]

Give me your number! I'll call you back when I bloody well can!

[More excited cajoling and Waver squawking before the recording goes click!]

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

[Oh dear. Oh dear. ... Waver hasn't gotten around to changing this, has he? You're hearing it, after all. Maybe you should... remind him to change his voice mail message. After you leave your message.

Remember! Leave a number!]

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Re: cw: NSFW (I'm sorry it's so late, I lost it)

[towards_okeanos]

All yours.

[Iskandar chuckles. He leans down but not to kiss Waver this time but to bite lightly his naked shoulder.]

What if I did?

[Then you wouldn't be wrong. But none dared. None were allowed to. Save for one. You're in a good company.

A hungry but content smile is the response to Waver's exploration of him. Iskandar does nothing, apart from voicing his appreciation for his lovers efforts by a low rumbling sound not far from a purr, allowing Waver to do whatever he whishes. The nipple under Waver's fingers hardens. Iskandar leans down to whisper to his ear.]

I noticed you like to play with my nipples. And now I wonder what else is that you like?

[There's no need for hushed voices, he just wants Waver to feel the heat of his breath on his neck and ear.]