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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"B-buT tHe wHiSkeY iS aLL aLoNe…-" he continued whining.

Mason bit his neck softly, to where it didn't hurt but caught his attention. "I don't cAre-"

Connor whimpered and stopped moving, then he just passed out entirely.

Mason yelped, falling over, accidenltly dragging Connor down.
It was rather awkward for him- it looked like a koala holding onto a tree- but Mason holding onto Connor- The thing is- he couldn't move.

Connor was still passed out- he had no idea what was going on. And frankly, he couldn't (and literally can't) care any less right now.

Mason was stuck under Connor, as he whined. Well, this is it- This is the next…8 hours? Yeah, for me. He thought, before closing his eyes and sleeping a bit after.

(we can time skip if you wanna-)

(yeah sure-)

Connor woke up, immediately feeling a migraine resulting from his hangover, but not realizing the position he was in. "Ughhh… What… Happened?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and soon noticed he had been laying on top of Mason, and he got up. "Dude what the hell-"

Mason yelped. "THAT WAS ON YOU– YOU ROLLED ON TOP OF ME A-AND-" HIs face was the darkest red it had ever been- before he paused. "Oh, by the way- You act like a three-year-old when your drunk." He snorted.

Connor scoffed. "Eh, I probably do, but I won't believe it till I see it." he replied rather sternly. He was back to being a grown man again… dammit.

Mason cleared his throat. "You literally said: 'bUt tHe wHisKey iS aLl AlONe…'" He said, laughing his ass off. "Damn, it was hilarious!"

Connor looked at the ground, unsure of how to reply- Not gonna lie, he looked kind of embarrassed.

Mason, of course, cooed.
"Awww~ Are you embarrassed~?" He teased, snorting.

"I swear to god I will fucking hurt you, you little b i t c h-" he muttered, followed by him pouncing onto Mason and holding one of his arms down, using the other one to slap him across the face a few times before letting go.

Mason huffed. "oW-" He kicked him in the g r o i n, snickering before getting up. "We both know I win the fights." He laughed.
But that did hurt… He thought, rubbing his cheek and whining.

Connor groaned and tried to maintain his balance. "Yeah yeah, whatever jerk-" he replied, soon falling against a wall and still groaning, just a little louder now.

Mason had that smug grin on his face. "Aw- Did I hurt the baby~?" He cooed, snickering.

"don't think i won't stab you in the fucking eye you little motherfucker-" Connor yelled, now glaring at Mason. He was VERY tempted to follow through with his threat, but he probably wouldn't either way-

Mason huffed, glaring at him. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too-" He growled, crossing his arms with a smirk. He was not a softie, whatsoever. He was a little prick- but preferred to be called a bitch.

Connor sprawled himself across the floor, trying to let the pain from that god-forsaken kick to the groin wear off on it's own. "Ughhh…" he continued groaning in pain.

Mason grinned, before sitting on his knees, looking down at him, with a glint in his eye. "So- I assume I won?" He smirked.

"Sure, I… ugHhh… guess…" he replied, groaning in the middle of the sentence. Once the pain went away (kind of), he got up and threw himself onto the couch.

Mason snickered, and ruffled his hair. "Good, p e t -" He held in a laugh as he walked to the kitchen.