misterpartridge | What do we have here?

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“Isn’t this low, even for your standards?” Partridge asked, picking at the rope with his fingernails. 72 grunted in reply, muttering something or other about Apprentice, something Partridge couldn’t quite hear. “What’s that? Did you say your friend-with-benefits put you up to this? Ha!”
“Shut your flap,” 72 barked, dropping his pants. “Just lie back and think of England.”
“England?” Partridge repeated, swallowing as 72 maneuvered onto the bed. “Why would I want to think of him at this sort of – “
“Figure of fuckin’ speech! Jesus.” He picked up the label-less bottle and squeezed some of its contents into his hands.
“What is that? What do you have? Whatever it is, I – “
“It’s Carnation Instant Bitch,” 72 snapped. “Shut your fucking mouth, I don’t care if you’re only into trees, let’s just get this over with.”
“Jack, think about this,” Partridge said quickly as he began to move over him. “Apprentice can’t – What did she do, exactly? Would you care to talk about it?”
“Move your legs apart, dammit.” When he didn’t comply, 72 yanked the two apart himself, grabbing at the buckle on his pants. Partridge began to kick at him, but 72 quickly grabbed him by the ankles. “I said, move your legs apart.” He positioned himself between his legs, deftly sliding two fingers up. Partridge jerked, trying again to kick at him. I’ll just dissolve, he thought to himself. Come on, now, dissolve.
“Stop tensing,” 72 ordered, working the hole.
“Then stop doing that!”
“I don’t want to rupture something!”
“How thoughtful!” He attempted a third kick. 72 grabbed his ankle again, pulling his fingers out and reaching down to the floor. Partridge let out a small sigh of relief, then quickly swallowed it back up as 72 rose a gun from the floor.
“You’re gonna lay back,” he said flatly, “and you’re gonna keep quiet. I don’t wanna do this. You don’t want to fucking do this. Let’s get it over with.” He heard the gun click next to his ear. “Got it?”
“I hate you,” Partridge stated.
“Big fucking deal.” He squirted more “Carnation Instant Breakfast” (was that a brand? he would need to google this later) and continued the process, Partridge grinding his teeth all the while. At last he pulled out, and Partridge laid back, letting out a brief sigh.
“Is that all, then?” He glanced down, then tensed again as 72 began to position himself. “Wait a minute, Seventytwo - !”
“Pansy,” he said shortly, sliding a condom over his dick. “Like I said, lay back, England, you know the drill.”
“Jack, think about – Do you really want to go through with this? What if the meme – “
“I don’t give a fuck!” he barked. “Now shut the fuck up!” He slowly maneuvered in. Partridge gripped at the rope, tearing at it. Dissolve, he thought to himself, 72 beginning to move. Dissolve, dammit!
“If you’re wondering,” 72 grunted, “you can’t turn into a fuckin’ flower.”
“What?” Partridge looked up, catching a gasp in his throat.
“Violet took care’a that.” He silently cursed her.

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I... I...

You know what, this is as good a moment as any other to tell you that the actual reason I made Partridge was because Bri laughed at me when I +1'd a seme headcount on the meme. I had to prove her wrong (this is serious business, you see)!

W-well. So much for that, I guess. ~~/sob~~

But still, this is a masterpiece! You got their charming personalities down perfectly!

I can't handre it.