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This is Ginzo's open post. Anything goes.

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[loveandlanguish]

Let me rephrase. Anything you were most interested in trying next?

[just_displaced]

Well, uh, actual sex?

[He frowns.]

Okay, I guess what we did counts as actual sex, too. But you know what I mean.

[loveandlanguish]

Penetrative sex?

[He really wants to see what colour you're going to turn for that one.]

That's certainly doable. Did you want to give it a go with a woman at any point as well, 'cause I can absolutely arrange that.

[just_displaced]

That is exactly what I meant.

[He's making a really stupid face right now. It's not even so much a color as it is a completely ridiculous expression.]

Um, yeah, I'd like to do it with a woman. I mean, I like women. A lot. I just, you know, the chance hasn't come up...

[loveandlanguish]

It's lucky for you you met me. I am really good at getting people together. Is there anyone in your office you have a thing for?

[DON'T LET HIM GO NEAR ANYONE WITH A MAGIC FLOWER, GINSBERG.]

[just_displaced]

Well, nobody specifically, I mean, that is to say, there're people in my office who're pretty good-looking, but...

[Staring at his food so hard. So intently.]

[loveandlanguish]

So you'd sleep with any of them indiscriminately? I like your style.

[just_displaced]

No. No, definitely not. There're people in the office that I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. I don't even mean that euphemistically. Some of them give me the creeps. There're two of them that I'd probably sleep with, if they'd sleep with me, but they wouldn't. But I bet they'd sleep with each other. I think maybe they have.

[loveandlanguish]

You can't know that for sure. Maybe they're harbouring some secret hidden feelings.

[He's already trying to work out if he still knows Puck's phone number and can bring him some more of that Love-In-Idleness or whatever it was called...

Although these days alcohol tends to have a similar effect.]

[just_displaced]

Well, one of them's a guy. And despite his truly glorious beard, I don't think he's interested in men. And one of them, well, she's kind of my boss. And she's kind of scary.

[That's not a bad thing. Also, don't encourage him, dude.]

Besides, I think it's pretty common to be harboring secret feelings around the office. Some feelings should be, uh... harbored. Safer that way.

[loveandlanguish]

Are you saying I'm sort of beard stand-in? I'd be hurt if the sex wasn't fantastic anyway.

[But encouraging is fun.]

If scary women is your thing, I could always give my wife a call. She's pretty much the champion of being the most arousing and terrifying person in a room at any given time.

[just_displaced]

You're not a beard stand-in. You don't even look anything like him, except for the beard and being kind of...

[A gesture. It's a vague one.]

You know. Muscular.

Maybe you should, uh, wait on giving your wife a call until I figure out how to manage myself around one person. It's difficult enough for me to talk to you without blushing and acting like an idiot, I'm pretty sure I'd spontaneously combust in front of your wife.

[loveandlanguish]

[Oliver wouldn't particularly call himself muscular, but he sees it as the polite euphemism for 'big' that it is and not mention it.]

We'll wait on that, then. I think she'd find you very endearing, though.

[just_displaced]

Someday, sometime in my life, somebody is going to find me to be something other than endearing.

[Because really. He's a grown-up and everything. Endearing is so childish!]

[loveandlanguish]

It's not a bad thing to be. People could find you repulsive and that would be a lot worse.

[just_displaced]

Yeah, but what ever happened to sexy? Handsome? Dashing?

[All of which he's completely ruining any potential for by making a completely ridiculous face at the moment.]

[loveandlanguish]

Maybe if you took your clothes off more they'd be able to see the sexy a bit better.

[Yep, he's going to leer a bit again, and put his hand affectionately on Ginsberg's thigh.]

[just_displaced]

So you're saying it's just my body that's sexy? Does that mean I could put a bag over my head and walk around naked and all of a sudden people would want to sleep with me?

[He's pretty much joking, at this point. He's far too appreciative for the physical contact to do much else.]

[loveandlanguish]

At the very least it would get you some attention.

[just_displaced]

Yeah, sure, I'll give that a try someday.

[And now that he's done eating this food? He's totally coming over there for more cuddles. Deal with it.]

[loveandlanguish]

[He'd expect no less from Ginsberg. He lets him settle in against his side, tucking him under his chin with an arm around his shoulder. Ah, very comfy.]

[just_displaced]

[There's the added nudity, too, which would probably be weirding Ginsberg out if he were thinking about it, so he's just not thinking about it. Yeah, this is comfy. He could get used to it. He's not sleepy, because he'd just gotten a nap, but he's still nice and relaxed -- which is a nice change.]

[loveandlanguish]

[Oliver isn't particularly sleepy either, but that doesn't mean he's not in the mood to veg out for a little bit. At some point he'll suggest putting the tv on, but right now likes focusing on the sound of Ginsberg's breathing, and the warmth of his skin under his hand. He kisses his forehead again, because he can.]

[just_displaced]

[Oh, he loves the affectionateness. And he loves vegging out. This is the best of all possible worlds. Also, Oliver smells good.]

[loveandlanguish]

[Magical fairy powers, apparently. He can still smell good even after sex.]

Tell me something about you I don't know yet.

[What, it feels like sharing time.]