forum 0x0 mlm (CLOSEd)

Started September 12, 2023 by @CaseyJ group

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Avdey bits his lip, “Stop-“

"Why?" He did not stop.

He looks up at Donevan, “Donevan. . . This isn’t a good idea-“

"Why not? Whats going to happen?" He rolled his eyes.

Avdey bites his lower lip harder, “Stop squirming-“

"Make me" he glared.

Avdey makes a soft sound in his throat, and tries to push Donevan off. “Stop!”

Donevan grabs Avdey's wrists, "why?"

Avdey still, staring up at Donevan. “I-. . .”

"Well? Im waiting?" He glared

Avdey huffs, closing his eyes.

Donevan proceeded to squirm more, still holding Avdeys wrists.

Avdey lets out another soft sound, tipping his head back, “Donevan- please, stop-“

"Why Avdey, why should I?" He said carefully not slurring his words.

Avdey makes yet another sound, trying to speak, “We’ll get-get. . . into trouble if either. . . of. . . Of our patents w-walk in a see this-“ He looks at Donevan, trying to pull his wrists free.

"Why" he leaned down, getting in avdey's face. "What are we doing wrong? You stole my couch, this is payback" He squirmed more. "And you did this to me. Its only fair"

“I didn’t mean-“ He bites his lip harder, tipping his head back against the couch. “I was just trying to get you off me- now you’re just- ahh-“ He closes his mouth, glaring up at Donevan.

"Hm? Im just what?" His eyes were more of a deep red now as they changed shades with his mood.

Avdey works his jaw slightly, not opening his mouth and he huffs, “You’re deliberately. . . doing this to me-me- I didn’t do it on purpouse. . .” He mutters.

"Hm" He loosens his grip on Avdey's wrist, now purpously moving against Avdey. His own reaction quiet obvious "no. You did"

Avdey makes another sound in his throat, his hand gripping Donevan’s hips, trying to still him, “No, I didn’t-“

Donevan, heavily drunk, took the hands on his hips as a sign to keep going. "Well… you still did it. And besides, you like it"

Avdey could feel his face flush red, “W-What-? No-“ He mumbles, pushing slightly at Donevan, trying to push him away, though the attempts were weak.

Donevan leaned down, his lips almost touching Avdey's. "I can feel that you like it." He smirked.

Avdey stares at him, swallowing, “Donevan-“