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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"-hic- I dOn'T cAaArRe…" he slurred, chugging the whiskey right after he finished his sentence. Now Connor was getting REAL tipsy, and it could be seen by the look on his face.

Mason sighed. "Oh my god-" He said, before taking the whiskey away. "Maybe- maybe we should get you home-" He muttered.

"BuT i wAnT -hic- aNoThEr -hic- wHiSkEy…" he muttered, his words even more slurred now.

Mason huffed. "No, lets go." He muttered, dragging him by the hands out, and hopped in his car. "That was like your- 5th shot? Yeah, no, we need to go." He muttered, starting the car and locking the doors.

Connor laughed widly and drunkenly. "B-buT t-tHe wHiSkEy…" he began to whine, scratching the window like a trapped animal.

Mason growled a bit, now annoyed. He grabbed Connor's face and looked up at him, tilting his head to where the two locked eyes. "Shut. The. Fuck. UpP-" He hissed, letting go of him and driving away, with a giggle.

Connor whimpered, and hushed himself up. But he still mumbled stuff to himself either way.

Once they got home, Mason was just a little tipsy, managing to shake the feeling off, as he grabbed Connor's hand, taking him to the living room and sighing, laying down on the couch. The doors and windows were locked, due to kidnappers, catnappers, etc-

Connor scratched the doors and windows, trying to get out so he can get himself more whiskey. This was followed by an odd series of hiccups.

Mason huffed. "Oh, stop whining." he hissed.
(gtg-)

Connor didn't listen and in fact kept whining.
(oof- bYe–)

Mason huffed, then got up, hugging Connor from behind and looking up at him. "You are one whiny-ass drunk, dude. I feel like I'm the man here-" He huffed. "If you don't stop whining I will bite you-"

Connor shivered. "d-dOn'T biTe…-" he mumbled, staring out the window.

Mason grinned. "OKay, then- Come on- He huffed, dragging him to the couch and sitting him down, hoping he'll stay to where he doesn't have to sit on him-"

Connor began trying to sneak away, scooting himself off of the couch slowly. If I do this right, he thought, I'll be able to get out somehow I think I don't know.

Mason hissed. "No-" He pushed him back. "S t a y -"

Connor pouted, crossing his arms. He looked around a little and started slowly scooting away again.

(oop-)
Mason sighed. Welp. Looks like I'll have to go for plan B. He pushed Connor back, before sitting on his lap, embarrassed. "I swear- You are a toddler- A t o d d l e r , I tell you-" He huffed.

Connor whined persistently, begging for more whiskey. His demeanor right now could probably be compared to that of a housefly at this point-

Mason huffed. "If you don't shut up I will not hesitate to bite your dumbass-" He muttered.

Connor growled under his breath then tried leaning sideways to see if he could roll out from under Mason. "LeT mE gOoOooO…" he whined, pulling the 'crocodile tears' move out of the blue.

Mason wrapped his arms around the back of his neck before he could move, and pulled him close, awkwardly. "StOp-" He growled.