. . . side eye. is he gonna put out, or?

ugh. . . here he goes again. c’mon. squeezing his thigh.

good boy.

finally making yourself useful, baby. come on, you know you want to pull it out. want me to edge you until you cry those pretty tears.

yeah, yeah. pull your dick out.

. . . of course not. you know i care. . . it just gets so overwhelming sometimes that it translates into me wanting to rip your clothes off. better you than someone else, right? ( gaslighting came easy to him. )

knocking, wearing a long coat.

“ mr harvey? i’m sorry to bother you at this late hour. i wanted to discuss…” there’s a pause while he gently approaches the desk, humming effortlessly plump brims shining from the flick of his tongue. “ my last paper.”

wiping his lips.

you’re making my cheek all greasy!

lick it clean!

grinning widely, nudging his brother with a raise of his eyebrows. you love it.

you’re so demanding. so, . . . taking a bite of out his food, giggling. heard you gave it up for mister russo, huh?

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nothing he can’t handle.

is it now? didn’t seem foreign to him last night.

you could cum a couple times, though.

poor you.

oh – are you kicking me out?

⠀ 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫. ⠀ ⠀⠀