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 sighed, turning back to his normal form- the thing was, he was still only 2'3. He squeaked. "Why the hell am I so short?!"

Connor shrugged. "Eh."

(XD) Mason huffed, before thinking-
Holy fuck can I still bite him? And well,
b i t t h e d u d e -

Connor yelped. "Ow- What the hell was that for–?!"

Mason giggled. "Because I did-" He laughed, sighing.

Connor scoffed and scratched his neck nonstop. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through it with one hand, the other hand still scratching his neck.

Mason paused, before huffing and grabbing the hand that was scratching his neck like an idiot. "What are you-? A mutt?" He asked, as he set the hand on his own thigh, and held it there, glaring at him.

Connor shook his head, put his phone down and started scratching his neck again, this time almost drawing blood. "Just a bad habit I have. I don't usually do it, but right now I can't really help it." he said.

Mason glared at him, grabbing his other hand and putting it on his waist, holding the two in place, awkwardly. "Sir- Q u i t -" He huffed. "Or I swear to god I will _{motherfucking} pin you to da couch-" He hissed.

"buT i can't helP iT–" he whined. "i need to scRatch"

Mason paused. "Iwillfuckingbiteyouifyoudon'tstopyoumotherfuckingthreeyearold-" He huffed.

Connor went silent, not moving an inch.

Mason smirked in confidence. "Good boy." He said, kissing his head with a snicker.

Connor's face turned a faint pink and he looked at the ground, his hair falling over his face.

Mason sighed, resting his head on the other's collarbone, humming. "What do you wanna do?"

"No clue." he said rather calmly. He was still trying not to make eye contact.

Mason huffed, letting his fingers lightly caress his knuckles, sighing. "For a top, you are one hell of a softie." He snickered, giggling quietly.

"is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked, immediately making eye contact with Mason as he spoke.

"Either or. I mean- I'm- _{kinda kalling you a wuss-} " He coughed, and laughed.

"well then fuck you too-" he mumbled, then shut his eye, preparing to fall asleep.

" _{Since when did you wanna fuck me-?} " He laughed.

Connor's eye widened and his face turned a bright shade of red. "n-nOt what i meant-" he stammered.

"hA- Bottom-" He snorted. "imeanimapowerbottom-butthisisnotaboutmerightnow-"

Connor closed his eye again, this time actually falling asleep. Either he was actually tired or he just wanted an excuse to get out of the conversation. Probably both, but whatever. He began mumbling stuff as he slept, but it was hard to hear.

Mason sighed. "What is your deal and sleeping 24/7? Fuckinglazyass-" He laughed, and laid the other down, putting a blanket over him. "Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty-" He snickered, walking off and sitting on the balcony railing, sighing.

Connor turned a little while he slept. He kept mumbling things under his breath. About an hour later, he woke up. "Crap, I fell asleep again? Oh well, at least I'm not all too exhausted anymore, I guess."

Mason kicked his feet, before standing so close to the edge it looked like he was gonna fall; but he didn't care. He hummed.

Connor rubbed his head and sighed. He grabbed his phone, opening up the camera and looking at his reflection as he used his free hand to scratch his neck rather roughly. He slightly drew blood, and he saw the specks in the camera reflection, but he could care less. He shut his phone off and slouched back, still scratching his neck.