Dustyn giggles, "Yeah I know you'd never turn down a pizza. You have a stomach like a bottomless pit when it comes to the stuff. I only really like plain cheese...or maybe some chicken on it." Dustyn loves his food too but surprisingly, he's not that much of a pizza fanatic. Being with Dallas has put him off it over the years. After looking at it and smelling the stuff over and over again, he's grown a little tired of it. He doesn't dare tell Dallas though. It'll be like saying he doesn't love him. "Well I suppose I actually was planned. My parents...I uh...I don't think they did...that...for fun. Also, Catholics don't believe in using condoms." Dustyn shivers at the idea of his parents going at it. He's far from prudish but that's a place his mind doesn't wish to venture further into.

"Yeah, I didn't exactly make the best song choice. I mean, yeah it's like the best song of all-time but the Catholics weren't there for it. Looking back, I really must have had a death wish as a kid! I still remember buying the Like A Prayer LP in a secondhand shop after school one day with my pocket money and my dad threw it in the bin when he found it. My favourite song just had to be one the church tried to ban, didn't it?" Dustyn laughs at it now but back then it was terrifying. He was yelled at and punished just for being himself. "If I kissed a black Jesus it'd certainly ruffle some feathers...but I don't want to kiss anyone else." Dustyn smiles and kisses Dallas again, slipping in a little tongue while caressing his beard. As his chest is felt on, Dustyn starts to pull on Dallas' shirt from the bottom, slipping it off over his head. He moves back in for some more kissing, loving the skin on skin contact of their chests.

"Hey, I am cool!! I'm a trendsetter. Those fidget spinner things? I was playing with them before everyone else. Before Donald Trump was public enemy #1, I already had bad blood with him. I'm cooler than cool!" It's not a really well known story but Dustyn and the rest of Weekend came to blows with the then future President a few years back. They were kicked out of his hotel for being reckless. Dustyn decides to let the pizza topic go as he knows how passionate Dallas can get over it. It's just how Dustyn is with his gay icons. He just pats Dallas on the chest as a way of saying "yeah, OK, you win". Dustyn was initially joking about his dad but the more he thinks about it, the more plausible it sounds. "There are six of us. Fuck...has my dad only done it six times in his life?? We've done more than that in one week!"

Dustyn squeals when Dallas' tongue pokes his palm. "Wet!!" he blurts out, shaking his hand to dry it. "I like some of Sinead's work but she's not up there. Like if she came over for dinner, I'd use the regular plates. The fancy ones get saved for Madonna, you know?" Dustyn always thinks up little scenarios like this in his head. You never know so it's best to be prepared. Dustyn groans and mumbles, "Stop saying dookie now..." he chuckles, finding the word...icky.

Dustyn is glad that Dallas enjoys a little beard play as he has an obsession with it and can't help but touch it. Some people may be prissy or just not like having a hand on their face all the time. "Procreation? Don't bring that hetero shite between our sheets!" Dustyn laughs softly and kisses Dallas again. He grins and sighs lovingly when Dallas' hand starts to explore a little more. "Thanks. I grew my arse myself!" Dustyn smirks before stroking Dallas' naval area with his fingertips. He then continues to travel back down and very gently slips some fingers under the waistband of Dallas' boxers, softly caressing some of the flesh that's in his reach. He leans in to get a better feel which also allows Dallas to explore his butt further due to the new angle.

ooc: You should hop into my mind

"I find it so weird that I've had an argument, in the flesh, with the President of the United States...not that he's much of one but still...it's pretty cool. Billy called him a fat arsehole." Dustyn laughs, recalling the confrontation they had in the hotel hallway at 3 A.M. Even though he and Billy are having a rough patch, most of Dustyn's best memories involve him. It's hard to deny that Billy has provided some of the best comedic moments over the years. "I don't know, maybe that's why she's depressed?" Dustyn says with a little shrug when it comes to his mother. They have an even stranger relationship. While his dad has distaste for him, Dustyn's mother is so far removed it's hard to tell what she feels. She has always been in and out of depression and doesn't really have her own identity. She's always been "the wife", "the mother" and always working herself into the ground, not really having any opinions or dreams of her own.

"Nooo, don't kill your Nana! She's the sweetest!" Dustyn playfully whines at the joke. He loves his plates but wouldn't go as far as killing someone off, especially Dallas' grandmother. Both of them get along really well. Who doesn't love Dustyn though? Elderly women seem to adore him tenfold as well. He has that cute, favourite grandson quality. Dustyn laughs and covers his face, cringing at the word "dookie" and jolting every time Dallas pokes at him. "Stoooooppppp! I hate that word now! It's like...moist, ew!". Dustyn really isn't a fan of that word. It makes him think of...things.

Dustyn continues to stroke Dallas' beard knowing that they both enjoy it. He's also savouring the fact that it is his beard to touch. Many fans and admirers would kill to lay their hands on it but this is for Dustyn and Dustyn only. He laughs and let's his head fall onto Dallas' chest as his butt is stroked. "Organ meat? You have certainly got dirty talk down to an art, haven't you?" Dustyn chuckles and kisses on his boyfriend's bare chest while still exploring down Dallas' briefs with his hand. They may not be the most adventurous couple but what they have going and what they enjoy is more than enough. The thrill and excitement is always there, even from the smallest kiss. Their relationship goes beyond "some fun". It's about pleasuring the person they love and showing that rather than for their own kicks. He tilts his head back, allowing Dallas to kiss on it, which is something he loves. Dustyn wriggles slightly in the embrace, letting his boxers travel down his legs before using his feet to get them off completely. "Join me?" he asks with a little smirk, lifting the covers slightly to show Dallas that he's "out". Even when soft, Dustyn is still something.

ooc: Yeah, you'd probably need therapy afterwards.

Dustyn catches his breath as he slides off of Dallas after a raunchy little session. He may be the bottom but Dusty sure does love to sit on "top", which is ironic. Dustyn himself didn't get to have a big finish, so to speak, but that honestly doesn't matter to him. As long as he had a lot of fun during it and makes sure Dallas has a happy ending, it's all good for him. Not to say that Dallas is a lazy lover but it's a bonus that Dustyn doesn't really ask for much in return. While still straddling his boyfriend, Dustyn chuckles and throws a towel at Dallas' face. "Clean yourself up you dirty bitch.....Is that how the straights do it?" he says with another little laugh before getting off and laying next to him. Dustyn's heart is beating rapidly, still not totally wound down yet. It was quite the rush after all. He snuggles into Dallas and wraps himself around his arm, hugging and clinging onto his boyfriend like a koala. An Irish one. "How was it for you? I feel like a chubby train just ran through my arse with no mercy." Dustyn chuckles and strokes Dallas' arm before a long, slightly awkward silence follows. Dustyn knows what is on both of their minds. "Yeah, I really wish we weren't talking about dookie and your grandmother right before it...". The mental images. Yikes.

After some time off for a while, BYS was revving up for their upcoming single release. Through it all the members of BYS have been shrouded in controversy surrounding Kyle and a supposed rivalry between the lead member, Lee Yung and Kyle.

Lee Yung and the rest of the boys were in a hotel in Seoul. The rest of the members were asleep and Lee Yung was in the main room writing some music. He knew Kyle was up and was hoping to talk to him.