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how many rounds had he'd been waiting to get a turn? he nearly forgot. the bottle landed on him and that meant that he could finally head to the large closet. he knew the set up for these kinds of parties already, so he knew what he would find when he got in there. yet as he stepped inside, the sight was far better than anything he could have ever imagined. "you look so needy tied up like that." he ran a hand down their cheek and didn't stop until he reached their chest. weston then tugged on their nipple. "i don't think i can be done with you in seven minutes..."

“c’mere for a second — i’ve had strangers touching me all night, and i think you’re the ONLY person back here i actually wanna be close to.”

"somehow i didn't realise when i told you about what i do you'd be so, um, interested."

                    “  what are you talking about?  i’m not being weird.  ”  except he most definitely  was. whatever cosmic anomaly had transpired during  that kiss  was just that:  an  anomaly. so why, then, was he having trouble looking them in the eyes between takes, avoiding sitting next to them during lunch, and making excuses to dodge getting off of work at the same time? “  this role is really important to me,  that’s all. i’ve gotta focus.  ”  and limit distractions.

the  night  had  blurred  at  the  edges–-  drinks,  loud  laughter,  music  thumping  just  a  little  too  hard  but  river  was  smiling  in  that  loose,  unguarded  way  he  only  ever  wore  when  he  was  drunk  enough  to  forget  himself.  somehow,  without  anyone  quite  noticing  when  it  happened,  he  had  migrated  closer.  his  shoulder  bumped  into  theirs  and  stayed  there,  heavy  and  warm,  like  it  belonged.  an  arm  slung  around  their  waist,  not  even  asking  permission–-  just  settling  in,  fingers  absentmindedly  tracing  small,  l a z y  patterns  through  fabric.  “  mmh,  ”  he  hummed,  cheek  pressing  against  their  shoulder  as  if  the  room  tilted  without  them.  “  you’re  comfy.  ”  every  laugh  sent  him  clinging  a  little  more,  chin  dropping  to  their  shoulder,  breath  warm  against  their  neck.  he  listened  to  their  voice  like  it  was  the  best  thing  in  the  room,  nodding  along  even  when  he  definitely  wasn’t  following  the  story  anymore.  when  someone  teased  him  about  it,  river  barely  cracked  one  eye  open.  “  shh,  ”  he  murmured,  tightening  his  hold  just  a  touch.  “  they’re  mine  tonight.  ”  the  words  were  soft,  slurred,  sweet.

        ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    a scoff rips through his chest as he looks at their current position, kneeling in front of him. eyes narrow while their gazes meet; watching them place kisses against his crotch through the denim of his jeans. "fuck are you doing?" eyebrows raise in wonder as slender fingers wrap around their jaw with the tip of his thumb whitening as it presses into the edge of their chin. gears turning a little bit slower ... haze causing the efficiency of his mind's machine to slow down. CRUDE laughter escapes his lips as desmond's tipping their face to look at them. "you think a fuck is going to get you a free high?" a pause, "if i wanted to FUCK you we would have by now..."

". . . so yeah, it turns out he was cheating on me the entire time."