forum "Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)

Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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Mason hid his face in Connor's neck, whining.

Connor blushed slightly, but didn't say anything. He was unsure of what to say- so he didn't say anything at all.

Mason took stready breaths, wrapping his legs around Connor's waist- like a koala.

Connor blushed a bit more, but still didn't say or do anything.

Mason- of course being the crackhead he was- actually kissed his neck softly, comfortable.

Connor just let it happen. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he didn't give a fuck either way.

Mason continued of what he was doing, a bit flustered but shook it off-

Connor still let it happen, staring at the ceiling.

(I'm seriously starting to think connor is high- i can just imagine him going "woOoaAHh" out of nowhere lmao)

(XDD-)
Mason sighed, pulling away before sitting up with a huff, and he glared at him-
"Hello-?"

Connor looked at Mason, tilting his head. "Hm-?"

"Why are you staring at the ceiling?" He asked, sitting on his lap and looking down toward him.

Connor shrugged. "Ehhh-"

Mason paused, before having the u r g e - to kiss teh sir- so just bit his own lower lip- blushing with embarrassment.

Connor looked away, trying again to find his eyepatch. There was no point, but since Connor is a dumbass, he's trying either way.

Mason huffed, before pulling his eyepatch out of the couch. "You looking for this?" He asked, snickering.

Connor snatched it and put it on. He didn't say anything in response as he did so.

Mason huffed. "WoW- You really are no fun sometimes." He muttered, rolling over to where his back was touching his, and his legs were ontop of the other sirs- while he realized how short he was compared to him. "Goddamn-"

Connor scoffed. He stayed quiet. He still didn't know what to say- in fact, he felt a little awkward.

Mason sighed, rolling over- aGAin- and kept it to where he was practically using Connor as a pillow. "SpEaK-"

"No." he said, putting his hand over his eyepatch, tempted to take it off again.

"You just did, dumbass-" He laughed- "Are you on crack? Did you drink when I was sleeping-?" He asked, now concerned.

Connor hushed himself again. He may or may not actually be high, but it seemed a little hard to tell. If his eye was bloodshot, it wasn't visible because of his hair or whatever. Etc, etc.

Mason puffed out his cheeks- "So- You are-? aNd you didn't bother to wake me up-?"

Connor stared at the ceiling again, zoning out.

(yeah he's definitely high-)

(y e p-)
Mason growled a bit- before kissing the sir- hoping he would get a reaction.