#c:paul

“There is my guy.” Maybe Chase was a bit drunk and maybe a little bit high, he shouldn’t be but he couldn’t help it. He needed that hit but he could never find what -A had given him. “Come here.” He leaned in and kissed his lips passionately and roughly. “I’ve missed you.” Chase stated as he pulled away slightly.

The gym was nearly empty as closing time approached, but Adrian wasn’t ready to leave. With two weights grasped firmly in his hands, he counted his curls as if they were the only thing that mattered in the world. If he wasn’t there, doing something to try and get all the pent up frustration out, then he would be off somewhere else doing it in a much less productive way. He huffed out a breath as he finished his set, hunching over slightly. When he looked back up, he saw a familiar face. He debated ignoring Paul, but then sucked it up, and nodded his head in greeting. “Getting a late night workout in too?” @paul-minett​

“Qué pronto te marchas” su sueño se vio interrumpido una vez sus tímpanos captaron movimiento en el piso, el traqueteo de los tacones había actuado a forma de martillo. Perezoso, el de melena azabache no removió su posición actual. Sus pupilas reflejaban la imagen de la fémina ajustándose las ropas con, según su vista, demasiada acelaración “Yo creí que te quedarías a desayunar, vaya desconsideración con tu anfitrión” rió, el doble raso andaba sepultado en su oración “Si te estás apresurando por ÉL es una pérdida de tiempo”

“Sorry, I was just checking if everything was okay because I heard some screams and...” Paul was confused, or at least he pretended to be. He didn’t think he’d get caught while spying on the other werewolf, so he had to make up any excuse he could think of at the moment. He just hoped the younger one believed him and that it would actually help his plans in any possible way. “Is everything okay, Scott?”

“So are you going to win your hubby one of those adorable stuffed animals?” He questioned, chuckling lightly. Holding his hand as they walked around the carnival.

“I think we should go with this one.” Chase stated as he looked at the table sets. “Not unless you want to go with another one?” He questioned, before his eyes drifted to his husband. Yes. His husband. There were times like now that he couldn’t believe that. God. He loved this man so much. Even if he was trying to work through the fact that he still wanted to get high. Paul was his rock.

“But then I knew you would be like this, begging for some cock...” Paul whispered into the boy’s ear, as he shoved his hand down his pants. He had him pushed against the wall, facing it, and his left hand was now reaching for his asshole, as the right one was grabbing his hair to keep him still. “So this is how it’s gonna go. You come with me to my house... unless you want me to fuck you here, where anyone can hear you moaning. If you want that, you’d better get on your knees and suck me off.”