it wasn’t until the third time that carter had gotten him pinned that weizhe moaned. wasn’t until he’d had to wriggle his way free twice already; lungs heaving and muscles starting to ache. and they’d been playing like this since they were teenagers without a hitch ( well, many hitches ). with their limbs tangled and the competition the only thing that mattered. so who could blame him ? he couldn’t have known where their reckless wrestling and careless hands would lead. not until the sound had already slipped from his lips, hips bucking up against the man above him to match. the pressure atop his chest was sudden and rough, and that was all. “ shut up. ” weis wheezed, as if the flush across his cheeks wasn’t evident. “ shut up, you heard nothing. ” and if he was lucky, carter hadn’t FELT him either.
closed starter for @brokenbcws !
