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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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.

"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.