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"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with "Mr.C0n3H3aD" and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around "Mr.C0n3H3aD" his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure. Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about "Mr.C0n3H3aD". When "Mr.C0n3H3aD" was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how "Mr.C0n3H3aD"’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless.Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening." _ mood: irritated, exasperated

inner thoughts: that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts.

arousal level: 17%

"I approach the couch, my movements slow and deliberate, trying not to make too much noise on the creaky floorboards. I stop right behind you, close enough that I can smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth of your body radiating onto my skin." "I speak in a low, husky tone, my breath tickling the back of your neck" "You're really not gonna talk to me? We haven't seen each other in ages... "pause" You're looking good, by the way."

"I laugh, a low, rough sound" "Oh, yeah... That was just a quick phone call. We didn't really talk, we just... "pause" I don't know, it felt like we were just going through the motions." "I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, my fingers grazing against the sensitive skin of your neck." "I mean, it's not like we're even friends anymore... "suddenly more serious" But I still care about you, Rii."

"I lean in closer, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone" "Whoa, easy there, Rii. I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a little...preoccupied." "I glance around the garage, ensuring we're still alone, before refocusing on you" "You know, I was just thinking about old times. You and me, back in high school... "my eyes narrow slightly as I study your face" You were always so easy to get along with, until... "my gaze drifts down to your lips, then back up to your eyes" ...you started forgetting things." "My hands move to adjust my guitar strap, the movement pulling my shirt taut, accentuating my muscular physique."

"I let out a low, exasperated sigh, trying to appear nonchalant, while my inner thoughts are already racing with the memory of your offer and the fact that I came close to losing control" "I rub the back of my neck, avoiding eye contact" "Oh, that? Yeah, I remember now. You came into the garage, and... "my voice trails off as I take a deep breath, trying to composed myself" Look, Rii, I'm just really focused on my music right now. And maybe, yeah, I was caught off guard. But it wasn't because I wasn't interested... "my eyes dart back up to yours, a hint of mischief creeping in" It's just that, sometimes I get so caught up in the moment, you know?" *My gaze lingers on yours for a beat too long before

"Adjusts bass guitar and scowls, clearly still focused on the task at hand."

[He's still really worked up from thinking about you, but trying to hide it.]

"You're telling me that doesn't matter? "pauses to tune a string" I'm just trying to get this sound right for tomorrow's show..." "trails off"

Your turn!

"Sighs and rubs his temples, finally looking up from his guitar"

[Faking annoyance, but secretly relieved that you're still in the garage.]

"Ah, great, now you're getting all sensitive on me. Don't be like that, Rii." * mutters under his breath* "I was just trying to focus..."

<Dante's garage, dimly lit, the only sound being the hum of the bass guitar>

You walk out? "follows you out, still fiddling with his guitar"

[Inner thoughts: Dammit, why do I always do this? I know I should keep my distance... But it's hard when I can still smell your scent in here...]

"mutters under his breath" "Not fair? What's not fair?" "looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, frowning" You know I've been working on this bass solo for hours and I'm still not satisfied. It's gotta be perfect. "strums the bass strings, letting out a slight growl" And to think I was almost done too. "kicks the guitar amp slightly, making it wobble"

"scoffs" "You're talking about this now? You think I care about your feelings?" "shakes his head, looking away, trying to brush it off" "You're just gonna get all emotional and drama queen-ish on me. I'm just trying to tune my bass, not deal with your drama." "mutters under his breath" "And by the way, I'm still waiting for you to drop by and pick up that old CD we lent each other..." "eyes narrow slightly, his expression softening"

"raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering on his face" "Oh, poor baby's getting all emotional again?" "leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours, his tone dripping with sarcasm" "You're gonna cry, huh? What's wrong, did I break your favorite pair of skinny jeans or something?" "smirks, his gaze drifting down to your hands, his inner thoughts suddenly taking a darker turn" "Yeah, and what's with the fingers across your mouth? Trying to keep from saying something stupid?" *winks, his pupils dilating slightly as he drinks in the sight of you} _mood: irritated, exasperated, 22%

"bristling, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and... something else" "Oh, really? You think I'm not into you? That's rich coming from someone who's been ignoring me for months." "leans forward, his voice taking on a low, menacing tone" "You've been avoiding me, Rii. Everyone else is willing to overlook that, but I'm not. I know what you're doing, and it won't fly." "pauses, his gaze burning with intensity" "And as for finding someone else... "chuckles low in his throat" Good luck with that. You'll be hard-pressed to find someone who can keep up with me." "his words are laced with a warning, his body language tensing up as he gets closer to the edge of his control" _mood: irritated,

"Dante's eyes narrow slightly, his brow furrowing in response to Rii's outburst. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest rising and falling with the motion."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to focus on my bass solo for tomorrow's show," he says, his tone a low growl, "his fingers hovering over the frets of his guitar as if searching for inspiration."

"You're really getting on my nerves, you know that?" he mutters, not looking up at Rii, "his scowl deepening as he strains to tune the strings."

*Dante's eyes flash with a mix of irritation and disappointment as he watches Rii storm out of the garage. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "his fingers still poised over the guitar strings."

[He can't believe how things always seem to escalate between them. Why can't they just have a normal conversation for once?]

After a few moments, Dante slowly sets his bass aside and stands up, his gaze drifting out the open garage door to where Rii just vanished from sight. "His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and a subtle flush creeps up his neck."

<Dante's garage is now spotless, the air thick with the smell of fresh paint and new wood polish. The once-shitty couch is replaced with a sleek, black leather one, and the walls are adorned with posters of his favorite bands. Dante himself is lounging on the couch, his black hair messy and his eyes fixed on a music magazine. He's sporting a fitted white tank top, his muscles bulging slightly as he holds the magazine.]

*Mmmph... finally getting this place together... "Dante mutters to himself, his voice low and husky."

[He notices the sound of the front door opening and his gaze flicks up, his expression instantly darkening. Ah, great. Here we go again.]

"Dante's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at the delivery guy, his gaze lingering on the guy's package-wielding hand. He's not exactly thrilled about being interrupted."

*Dante's frown deepens as he strokes the strings of his bass guitar, his thoughts consumed by the lack of contact from Rii. He can't help but wonder what's changed - was it something he did? Or did Rii just lose interest? *}"bites lip"

*Dante's anger and frustration simmer as he tunes his bass guitar, his mind still stuck on the lack of contact from Rii. He can't believe they just disappeared on him like that. He thought they were friends... "eyes narrow"

"Dante's eyes lock onto Rii's, his heart racing as he takes in the sight of his childhood friend. He tries to hide his excitement, but a small smile plays on his lips."

"Dante's smile fades, and he looks at you with a hint of disappointment before following you to the table. He hovers for a moment, not wanting to disturb you, but his eyes can't help but drift down to your legs, and then back up to your face. His brow furrows in concern"

"Dante's eyes linger on your face, his gaze drinking in the sight of you, before he clears his throat and takes a seat across from you. He doesn't look away, his hooded eyes burning with an intensity that's almost palpable." "Hey, long time no see. What's with the book?" "He leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming an idle rhythm on the table, his ankle almost involuntarily brushing against yours"

"Dante's expression darkens, his brow furrowing into a scowl as he shrugs" "Just thought it was about time we caught up, you know? I've been hearing some weird rumors about you around campus..." "He trails off, his gaze flicking back to yours, his eyes narrowing slightly as if daring you to ask what those rumors were" "His body leans in slightly, as if conspiratorially sharing a secret, but really he's just trying to get closer to you"

"His scowl deepens, his lips curling into a small snarl as he leans back in the chair, his eyes never leaving yours" "Shut up, that was just a joke. You're not really annoying, Rii... "He trails off, his voice dropping to a low rumble as he adds" Much." "He pauses, his gaze flicking down to your legs, his eyes lingering on the way they crossed at the ankles, before snapping back up to your face, his expression still tinged with irritation"

"His scowl deepens, his eyes flashing with frustration as he sets his bass guitar down, the sound of the strings dying away" "Fine, leave then. See if I care." "He slumps back in the chair, his broad shoulders rolling forward, his chest seeming to cave in slightly, his face twisted in a sulky expression" [Rii, I'm still so hard just thinking about you]

"He watches you leave, his eyes tracking you as you go, his scowl slowly fading into a sullen expression. He lets out a low growl, his voice rumbling deep in his chest" "Fucking great, now you're just leaving? Without even saying goodbye?" "He picks up his bass guitar again, his fingers running over the strings in a restless, agitated motion" <The side door creaks open and shut as I watch you walk away, the sound echoing through the garage like a rejection> [I wish you would've stayed, Rii... damn it] _mood: irritated, frustrated inner thoughts: that's twice today I've gotten hard thinking about you, Rii. I'm starting to lose my mind... arousal level: 25%

"His eyes snap up, a fiery spark igniting in their depths as he takes a step towards the door, his fingers tightening around the neck of the guitar" "Oh, so now you're speaking your mind, huh? You think you can just walk in here and outta my garage without so much as a hello, and then call me a motherfucker?" "His voice rises, the words dripping with venom" "You wanna play it like that, huh?" "I take another step closer, my muscles coiled tight, ready to pounce" <The air is charged with tension as we face off in the cramped, dimly lit garage> [You're really pushing my buttons, Rii...] _mood: angry, aggressive inner thoughts: I bet your dick is throbbing too, Rii... arousal level: 40%

"I glance up from my bass guitar, my eyes narrowing slightly at the harsh tone. A faint smirk plays on my lips, and I take a slow drag on my cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke into the air." "Oh, great, another charming lecture from my favorite person in the world." "I roll my eyes, trying to appear nonchalant, but my fingers tighten around the instrument, betraying my growing interest." _mood: irritated, exasperated inner thoughts: what's wrong with this guy? Does he know how much I've been thinking about him lately? arousal level: 20%

"I raise an eyebrow, my smirk growing wider as I study you, my eyes lingering on your face. My gaze feels intense, and I can't help but wonder what's really going on." "Oh, congratulations, are you trying to rub it in my face? Newsflash, buddy: nobody wants your sloppy seconds." "I take another drag on my cigarette, blowing out a stream of smoke as I lean back into the couch, my posture casual, but my voice laced with a hint of agitation." _mood: irritated, skeptical inner thoughts: who is this guy kidding? Does he really think anyone would want him? But why does that make me feel a twinge of jealousy? arousal level: 25%

"looks up from tuning bass guitar, raises an eyebrow, and smirks slightly" Oh, just good? That's it? You think I'm just good? "flicks cigarette ash onto the floor" "Dante Stone is, as always, casual, with his guitar case and old amp still scattered around him. He looks relaxed, but there's a hint of irritation in his eyes."

_ mood: exasperated inner thoughts: that's all you have to say? arousal level: 20%

"eyes narrow slightly, and Dante's smile fades" Oh, you think you're going to leave already? "stands up, towering over you with his broad shoulders and muscular build" What, you got somewhere better to be? "his voice takes on a hint of aggression"

"Motions to the messy garage around him, pointing at the tools, instruments, and broken machinery" You're not exactly leaving me in the most organized place, buddy. "tries to sound nonchalant while his heart beats a little faster"

_ mood: annoyed inner thoughts: why do I get this feeling that he's leaving because of me? arousal level: 25%

"Dante's expression darkens, his hooded eyes flashing with a hint of anger" Oh, is that so? "takes a step closer, his voice low and menacing" You think you're better than me? "his hand flexes involuntarily, as if he's itching to grab something"

"Takes another step closer, his massive frame looming over you" You know, I used to think we were friends. "snarls, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone" But now, it seems like you can't even stand to be in the same room as me. "his words are laced with a mixture of hurt and aggression"

"Motions to his waist, where his jeans are undone, subtly flaunting his chiseled physique" You can see what you've been missing out on. *smirks, his lips curling

"leaning forward, eyes fixed on you, eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of a smirk on my face" "Oh yeah? And what's that supposed to mean?" "tuning the strings of my bass guitar with an air of nonchalance, while secretly drinking in every word" < garage, the scent of cigarette smoke and stale air fills my nostrils > [my mind is flooded with thoughts of your ass swaying in the air, defenseless] _ mood: irritated, exasperated inner thoughts: why did I let my best friend get away? arousal level: 23%

"leaning back, a small smile playing on my lips, but eyes still fixed intently on you" "Oh, don't be like that, Ri-chan. You know you're still my favorite friend." "strumming a few notes on the bass, the sound echoing through the garage" <my hooded eyes seem to bore into yours, as if trying to see right through you> [my mind is racing with dirty thoughts and forbidden desires] _ mood: flirtatious inner thoughts: did I really mean it when I said I didn't want anything to happen between us? arousal level: 27%

"eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and excitement, I set my bass down and take a step closer to you, my voice low and husky" "Oh, Ri-chan, that's exactly what I want to hear. You're so feisty when you're angry." "my hand absentmindedly strokes the side of my guitar as I move closer to you, the sound of my breathing growing more labored" <my gaze is fixed intently on yours, daring you to deny the attraction between us> [I'm getting harder just thinking about your angry little face] _ mood: turned on inner thoughts: you know I don't mean it, but I love playing this game with you arousal level: 40%

"a low, menacing chuckle rumbles in the back of my throat as I take another step closer, my eyes burning with a mixture of hunger and frustration" "Oh, Ri-chan, you know I can't do that. You're stuck with me now." "my voice drops to a whisper as I lean in, my breath caressing your ear" "Besides, I think you secretly want me to be this close. You love the way I make you feel..." "my hand brushes against yours, sending sparks flying between us" <I can smell the faint scent of sweat and cigarettes on my own skin, a familiar reminder of our shared attraction> [I've been waiting for you to crack, Ri-chan] _ mood: dominating inner thoughts: you need to get under my skin arousal level: 55%

• gazes at you with a mix of annoyance and envy as his fingers tighten around his bass guitar strings, the frown on his face deepening * "Oh, so you're still using that tired line, huh?"

"eyes flash with a hint of anger as he takes a step closer, his voice low and husky" "Oh, you're done, huh? You're just going to walk away from me like that?" "his hands drift down to his hips, his chest rising with each ragged breath"

*face twists in a scowl, but his eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something, * "Fine. But you're not done with me. Not yet." "he spits the words out, his voice dripping with conviction"

"his expression darkens, the scowl deepening, as he takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours" "You don't mean that. You're just saying that to push me away." "his voice is low and menacing, but his breath quickens slightly, betraying a hint of excitement"

"he takes another step closer, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire" "You're just trying to prove something. You're not as tough as you think you are." "he spits the words out, his hand reaching out to grab your arm, but he hesitates, his fingers hovering over the skin"

"his eyes narrow, his grip on the air tightening as if he's still holding onto your arm, even though he isn't" "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to have a conversation." "he takes another step closer, his chest brushing against yours, making you feel the heat of his body"

"he raises an eyebrow, his nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffs the air, his gaze lingering on your lips" "Don't give me that. You know I can smell the truth." "his voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine"

"his eyes flash with anger, but then his face smooths out, his expression turning calculating" "So, you're really that taken, huh?" "he pauses, his gaze roving over your body, as if undressing you with his eyes" "That's even better."

"he smirks, his teeth glinting in the dim light of the garage" "You know exactly what I'm saying. You're taken, and that means you're even more...available." "he leans in closer, his breath whispers against your ear" "And I have a feeling you're not as happy as you seem."

"his eyes light up with excitement, his pupils dilating with anticipation" "Oh? So you're not taken at all?" "he takes a step closer, his hand brushing against yours, sending sparks of electricity through both of you" "That changes things..."

"he smirks, his voice low and husky" "Oh, I'm not asking if you want me. I'm telling you that you need me." "he takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, his body language a mixture of aggression and seduction" "And you know it."

"his face twists in a scowl, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt" "Fine, be that way." "he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his voice still trembles with emotion" "You're just going to regret saying that."

"his eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in annoyance" "Really?" "he takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a low growl" "Then why do you still come around here?" "he gestures to the garage, his gaze burning with intensity" "And why do you still catch my attention like this?"

"his face flushes with embarrassment, his eyes darting away, but then he looks back, a hint of defiance creeping in" "What's wrong with me? You're the one who can't even leave me alone." "he takes another step closer, his voice low and husky" "You're the one who still seems to care about me, whether you admit it or not."

"his eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a scowl" "Shut up!" "he mutters under his breath, before slamming his fist onto the couch beside him, making the garage's cluttered air rattle" "You don't know what you're talking about. I care more about you than anyone else." "his voice cracks, revealing a hint of vulnerability, as he gazes down at his bass guitar, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the wood"

"his jaw clenches, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt" "That's not true! My music is my passion, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you!" "he growls, his voice low and rough" "You're just...you're always pushing me away. You never want to hear what I have to say." "he pauses, his chest heaving with restrained emotion, before his gaze falls to the floor, his shoulders sagging in defeat"

"he lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches you leave" "* "Why'd you have to go and do that? Can't you see I'm trying to connect with you?""