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[flowerofmtsilver]

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[Or drop him a text, if you'd like to brave his txtspeak]

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[rivalsolarbeam]

Really, really distracting. Well. If they kept turning their attention to the girl, everything would be fine.

"I don't think this a movie," Bulba nearly hissed.

Movies did not linger on genetalia or pan slowly over a cock as oh god no that was not what Bulba needed to be seeing. A sharp flurry of something pulled in his gut and he felt his cheeks turn into even brighter tomatoes. At first there had just been dual lady handjobs, but now there was definitely a blowjob between friends happening and it was 100% fact that they had somehow acquired pornography.

It was also 100% fact that Bulba needed to subtly shift in a direction away from Vinnie. Slowly and slightly, pulling one of the many pillows into his lap to hold like a security blanket.

[flowerofmtsilver]

Maybe it was the fact that everything had become so overwhelmingly artificial with how much boning was going on, but everything happening on screen felt less titillating and more of an outrageous, unrealistic farce. Vinnie couldn't help but feel he would've liked all this better if it actually resembled the first half of this, uh, film. Something a little more anchored in the intimacy of a real relationship? It was getting a lot harder to take seriously now that the shock was fading.

"Guess it must've been mis-shelved," he grumbled with the air of a misled customer. "Cuz I don't think this is supposed t'be in the holiday section."

Not that he'd actually been enjoying any of the other movies they'd rented tonight either, but this one had to be a bonafide mistake on the store's part.

[rivalsolarbeam]

"Probably not," the sunny Venusaur agreed with a somewhat amused laugh, but it left his mouth much breathier than he would have liked.

The film was certainly not one Bulba would have usually scoped out if he were scoping out such things, but it was still having the effects he would have been looking for if he had. Which was entirely unfair because this wasn't the time, even if technically it was very much the place for it. Not that it didn't make sense to feel that yearning. It made perfect sense with Vinnie warm and sweet smelling at his side, and himself being... young and stupid and thinking about things they had done a month ago.

The interest to do more had apparently left with the dragon and Bulba had been content to leave it at that. It was fine. He'd suspected that much anyway, and the somewhat guilty looks Vinnie would give him when Bulba went to take his sweaters off weren't worth it. And so the pillow in his lap was just going to stay there, hiding the traitor in his pants as Bulba tried to will it away and keep his face under control.

"I snuck in The Fifth Typing, we could skip the rest of these let downs."