‘mm, yes, oh god,’ wes moans, voice hitching, ‘yes, like that, oh god yessss.’ eyes rolling behind closed lids, he shifts restlessly against the couch cushions, hands clutched around the wooden handle of his gavel.

david, humming ‘joy to the world’ to himself as he strolls into the warblers’ conference room, spins on his heels and strolls back ( Read more... )

ohmygod you guys, dead, i just spent like, four hours writing this and i have a shitload of exams coming up this week and i didn't even wake up until 3 this afternoon, oh god PRIORITIZING WHY DID GOD SKIP ME WHEN THAT SKILL WAS GETTING HANDED OUT. /wails ( Read more... )