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 purred, his smol tail wagging.

Connor kept a smile on his face.

Mason smiled happily, he didn't know why- he just was.

Connor didn't know what to do now, so he just kept smiling. He was hoping he didn't have to smile this way much longer, his cheeks began to ache since he had been smiling so much.

(oop-)
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.