[ barroom blitz 00? ] we break up and then we make up
(( continued from the hurt/comfort meme. ))
"I need you to fuck me. Please."
Those words hissed into his ear made him groan, especially considering he had Arthur all but in his lap. But he agreed; this moment was for him and Arthur, and not for any onlookers. It would never be for anyone else but them again.
"Yes, we need to-," and he cut off to press a kiss to Arthur's throat, before moving to stand, grabbing the other boy's bag from the cement. "My car is in the parking lot."
God, he needed to- he had no idea. It wasn't even fucking, it was something else, he needed to be in Arthur.
"I need you to fuck me. Please."
Those words hissed into his ear made him groan, especially considering he had Arthur all but in his lap. But he agreed; this moment was for him and Arthur, and not for any onlookers. It would never be for anyone else but them again.
"Yes, we need to-," and he cut off to press a kiss to Arthur's throat, before moving to stand, grabbing the other boy's bag from the cement. "My car is in the parking lot."
God, he needed to- he had no idea. It wasn't even fucking, it was something else, he needed to be in Arthur.