"Yeah, fuck," Mack panted. "Fuck okay, yeah."

Will thinks he's probably biting his lip or something, hand fast and tight as he fucks into it, he's probably going to slow down again, unless they've been at this for a while. Will feels his heart racing just a bit, trying to catch up. Mack would laugh at him for the way he spits into his hand trying to ease the slide fast enough to keep up with his desperation. Mack laughs at him for a lot of things. It makes his stomach flip.

"Fuck me, already. Stick it in and fuck me."

He freezes.

In his head, Mack had been with a buddy, some guy that didn't have a face or a name or anything significant, but was ultimately someone Mack knew. Will didn't think — it hadn't sounded like that — that the voice was a girl.

bonus: coloring difference 😩