make-up test

"The sentiment is mutual," Toby replied, with practical heart eyes. He did wink and salute rather ridiculously, as well- to signify that he did try his best at such things, thanks for appreciating his efforts! Top notch garbage. He should get an award. He exhaled faintly, feeling anticipation and butterflies creep up on him when he was grabbed so easily and picked up.

Amusingly enough, this almost felt like being in the show. They never passed up an opportunity for a hot shower scene with Cecil. There was a dreamlike quality to it, too, but that had a lot to do with Toby's lightheadedness mixing with heat and sex. Sleepy, eyes drooping, Toby watched Cecil lazily and gave tiny sighs at his touches. If this man just kept touching him and getting in his personal space forever, he wouldn't mind a bit.

"Mhm," Toby said, as an answer to both questions. He surged forward for the kiss, using the little energy he had to get at him like this. He grinned coyly, ducking his head. "I don't know… not being used to it adds to the experience, doesn't it? Look at me. You wanted to violate me, screw me up, and fuck, did you ever deliver. I want you to do it again, and again, and again…" Ah, he could barely wait, couldn't contain his longing.

The sex was slower now, which Toby basked in, chest rising and falling with heavy but non-rushed breaths. He curled his arms around Cecil's shoulders, pressing close to him and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. He kissed the skin there reverently, and left a few marks.

His rate for climaxing was nowhere near Cecil's, but it was still so much to him, too much, even with regeneration. He stiffened a bit and whined helplessly, legs around Cecil tightening to pull him in as deep as possible before he came, heat clinging to him and cheeks glowing. He cupped Cecil's face, kissing him repeatedly and insistently even as he slumped on him.

Toby's chest was looking better, and he brushed a hand absently over the nasty scarring. It'd soon fade completely, and a scar was an improvement from open wound. He peeked out from under the towel draped over his head so he could watch Cecil's vaguely blurred form and follow him around.

He chattered, or rambled, about the phone call and what the director had said (like a teacher's pet) while Cecil got dressed. He was pretty sure the man hadn't really paid attention this time either, but he'd made an attempt, and that was what counted. As a dedicated LuxTV employee, it was simply part of his job to try to get bratty actors to cooperate. Maybe some of the details would unconsciously stick now that he'd heard them again, and Toby could have something to be smug over.

He barely had time to mumble a 'you look nice' before Cecil to his side, dipped and kissed him, then was right out the door- like a whirlwind. Toby scrubbed at his flushed face irritably. So dramatic and hyper. He was guessing that half of that was a lust demon thing, and he was energized by the sex, and then the other half was just Cecil Lovette.

When he was gone, Toby shook off some of his tiredness and stood up straight, stretching and sighing. He took it upon himself to change the sheets again, fussing over it, then put the boxers he'd stolen and his glasses back on. He no longer wanted nor needed the hat, as his head was nicely healed. He investigated Cecil's trailer now that he was free of supervision and distraction. He found and ate some of the chocolate Cecil had first offered him when he'd shown up, which was delicious. There wasn't a lot here that could be placed in the personal box, which he supposed was why he was allowed to stay, but…

He went for the closet again. Touched and took in the scent of all the clothes. Christ, that was good. He settled on stealing some of the clothing later, for the time being simply taking out a shirt and hugging it to his chest. He crawled back into bed (barely managing to set his glasses on the side table), curled up, and went back to sleep, snug and with his nose buried against pleasant smelling fabric.

Toby snapped awake the moment he heard the sound of keys at the door. His first thought was that he'd slept too much, soundly and for hours on end, and he should've been doing something more productive with his time. His second was that he smelled nice, so it was probably fine and worthwhile. He heard Cecil's footsteps, but didn't feel like moving until his warmth was removed. He shot Cecil a betrayed look, then heard him speak up, and it just turned amused.

"I was tired, and didn't need to go anywhere." His shop had erratic opening times, thanks to his habits, hobbies, and other work. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I promise you, if any other stalkers showed up and tried to one up me, I'd establish dominance and kill them with a pen," he mumbled groggily.

Toby gave Cecil a greeting peck on the lips, then kissed and leaned into him more fully, letting it wake him up. "Did--" Ah, he was getting too into this, and kept at it, then huffing warm air when he had to stop again. "How'd it go? What's the new actress like? The shitty plot, they haven't come to their senses yet?" His mind buzzed as he remembered the script that'd been left out. He needed to check it out. Maybe it wasn't as bad as he'd assumed from the tidbits of information he'd been thrown to do his work. Before he left this trailer, he needed to look at that fucking script.

"Why would I spend any of my time on something I wasn't interested in, and for that matter, why the fuck would anyone keep me around if I didn't care about my job?" Toby scoffed and clicked his tongue. "This is the first time sex has saved my ass in terms of staying here, the other incidents it's either been hard work paying off, or caution." He paused and squinted for a moment. "Yes. Nerd is what I am. That's right." An obvious enough fact. He was unsure why Cecil was commenting on it. He guessed, though, that while he knew Cecil, that was one sided familiarity. He didn't know anything about Toby. The man also didn't care, so it was fine.

"Ah, another love interest?" Toby tapped his lip thoughtfully. "Most of the fans are already starting to root for the Sofia and Rico matchup- lots of chemistry-- so that might not be taken well unless something more interesting happens between those two soon…" He didn't grace the other thing with any attention, snubbing it.

He tapped his fingers on his thigh, agitated. "It has been dry. That episode was rather… though the additional plot on the side saved it from being a total loss, as did the aftermath of that whole event and the character focus in it," he rambled. The tapping got faster. "That's why people watch the show, past having the hots for you. The characters, the weight of their struggles, how relatable and involved both the aspects of intensity and vulnerability can be for viewers. A random fucking evil twin showing up with murder on the mind and a sudden cheap zombie gimmick is-- it's disrespectful, takes away trust, after managing the miracle and magic of building up a meaningful story and reaching people with it. A plot twist shouldn't sacrifice that, it should celebrate it."

The tapping stopped. He breathed, taking the script and staring at it for a moment, narrowing his eyes at the writer. He set it aside again. "I can look through it properly when you're gone. We shouldn't be seen leaving together, unless you want me firmly on your reputation. We weren't quiet yesterday, and it's too early for things to not be especially suspicious. I'll be sneaking out when there's the lowest amount of people around the trailer lot, after I force something from your closet to work for me, and--"

He quieted. He had talked far, far too much for his character role here. "Um. I don't need to tell you all that. Point is…" He pressed forward, gently undoing a few buttons on Cecil's shirt before drifting lower, sliding a hand into his pants and palming him. "Mmf. Yes, please."

"I was more making a jab at your tastes, if you're going to be nitpicky about it. I'm not usually the type people want to be seduced by, is what I meant. You're a special case." He left out any commentary about certain parts of this situation most definitely mirroring workplace sexual harassment warnings. Superiors holding threats to your jobs over your head, then being soothed by being allowed to fuck you, was classic. That was one of the many reasons why he liked this so much. Questionable from every angle.

"You underestimate my skills in damage causing, then. Perhaps not on a larger scale, but on a personal one, well… people know what I like." Despite his discomforting words, Toby was very snuggly, and tipped his head up to welcome any kisses received.

He bit his lip as Cecil got rid of his jacket then pressed him down to the bed. Toby had been fucked until he could barely stand or think straight the other evening. He'd only just woken up and was going to be fucked all over again, almost no time given to breathe. Breeding like rabbits. The lovely sex trainwreck had no brakes. Cecil's hands were wanton, hungry, left Toby shivering. He half closed his eyes, toes curling, when Cecil sucked him off.

It was mesmerizing to watch a lust demon in his natural habitat, and with such strong instincts being indulged. The blond wondered at the specifics and intricacies of this man's version of demonic, his human and inhuman traits. He wanted to dig his claws into it, hold tightly and refuse to let go until he'd drained Cecil Grey Lovette of every point of intrigue he had. Oh, god, screwing someone like you were practically trying to kill them was the best of making love.

Toby stared at Cecil settled between his legs, the filthy grin that was on his face, attention most definitely grabbed and trapped. "I know exactly when the studio is most empty and packed, everyone's schedules and habits, the quieter corners as well as the loud ones. I can make it incredibly easy to get away with fucking me wherever and whenever you want. I also don't have any problems with being in public, and however risky you may want to go with that."

Toby took the rather makeshift lube, dipping his fingers in generously. This was a first, after the several times they'd already fucked. He wasn't going to complain. Despite enjoying a little suffering and a lot of roughness, he could shake it up and purely be sweet on himself. This was his favorite way of getting off on his own, after all.

Toby breathed out a faint sigh, then turned over, the side of his face against the pillow. He circled his entrance gently before pushing inside, not taking long to get greedy and insert more fingers in. He felt himself up with his free hand, brushing up his chest and teasing at a nipple. His hips twitched, breath hitching. As he stretched and massaged himself, he glanced back at Cecil with hazy eyes, lips quirking into a smile.

"Just this isn't enough, not when you're so close. I feel empty." He removed the fingers then laughed, wiggling his ass a bit, playful. His cheeks flushed further as he thought something over. "Why don't you bite into me while fucking me this time? Those fangs of yours look sharp- and fucking hot-- while I'm soft, warm. Probably taste like sex, too. And there's no need to worry about being gentle, or not getting out of control with it, so…" That could be possessive, feral. He hoped Cecil took interest.