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[firesealed]

Who: Sol Badguy (firesealed) and Legault (thismustbelove)
Universe: established relationship-ish AU
What: foot fetish

It had been a long day, but that didn't really bother Sol any, since he'd had longer, and for all his usual laziness, he didn't have the same limits that an ordinary person might.

He looked the perfect picture of ease at the moment, relaxed in a chair in the corner. Every once in a while the bartender appeared to ask an order, and Sol ordered another beer or another shot, but he was waiting for someone, and not going anywhere until he showed.

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[thehurricane]

He is well aware of the fact that if he ever sweeps Sol off his feet it will be because he’s been sweeping carelessly. Some people like to be charmed. Sometimes, he’s one of them. But there’s more than some appeal to doing things differently, doing things like they’re animals instead of people. While a jacked car and booze might be flattering, they’re not mean to charm Sol. They’re just nice things to go along with an even better activity.

The car is already rocking. It’s going to be impossible to hide. Legault is cunning enough that he knows he can get Sol off in a car without making it move much, but having Sol do the fucking means this car is going to move. And he can feel it as Sol thrusts into him again. He doesn’t gasp that time, but he does swear under his breath and pant and push back against Sol, anything to encourage him to keep going.