wrong contact, man
buddie ✰ 10k ✰ rated E
sexting mishaps
buddie dancing around plausible deniability
eager eddie & masochist buck who loves being bitten :)
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude Don’t 👍👍👍👍 me
or: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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