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@dyre.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:38 PM

Dunno about most but this teasing back and forth from #Hitch makes me giggle enough that it'll probably survive revision.

"What does it take?" Bo's question was lost in sweet little coos, as Ignatius enjoyed his cool touch more than he expected him to. So he leaned and licked a nose. "What does my little devil need to eat?" "Little devil, like that thing on your arm?" Wriggling to get at him, to return that soft hand, Ignatius teased with more, "Am I a cartoon to you?" and had his wrist snatched. Then his other when he tried again. "You're a brat is what you are," Bo answered and with both of his little devil's hands pinned to the headboard, in one of his, he couldn't stop grinning. Leaning to speak close to lips, he dodged an eager kiss and giggled. "So you get nothing from this?" Another attempt at a kiss failed and Ignatius dug heels into sheets. It wasn't enough to sate, the desire his sunset near radiated, but it was something. Something different sparking along his skin. "Mm, not nothing," he admitted, eyes on lips he couldn't reach. Lips allowing him to, briefly, as the rhythm of Bo's other hand sped up. "But you can't feed if you can't touch." It wasn't a question but a statement for clarification.
@dyre.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 12:58 PM

#Hitch today #WIPSnips and Iggy just learned Bo's handle and why the big vampire doesn't use his radio all that much.
(the bit at the end doesn't lead where you think)

As the voices died down and Bo was melting ever-so into his seat, Ignatius still did not laugh. If he did tease, "Big daddy?" "It's not that," Bo told his ceiling. Ignatius sat up straighter only to lean and tease again, "Not what?" "What you're implying with that tone," insisted his sunset, with a waggling finger at all of him. "And that—that smarmy grin." "Pity." Leaning back, refusing not to keep his grin, he asked, "What is it then?" Earning a sigh before words, "I help out a lot, answerin' calls no one else is near. Using the highways they can't see and a strength they don't question for how I tell them not to. I also teach who need it and my rig is bigger than most." Waving a hand for all of it, he sighed again. "So...father figure, I guess." "Mm-hmm." Ignatius wasn't buying it, showed as much with another lean and salacious tone, "and if I call you that?" "It'll mean something else," Bo told his window and not the smirk beside him. A smirk chuckling. "Would you like it?" "...no," Bo continued to the window. "Oh." The smirk was closer, teasing with a hand on a thigh and lips at an ear. "So big daddy is also a big liar." Starting the truck would have been one way to stop the smirk from teasing but Bo chose to grab his little devil and return to bed instead.