#ghost18

Wren was sitting in the living room watching some old movie on his phone to use as inspiration for his next song when he heard light scratching at the front door, knowing it was Oscar and Zane returning back from their walk. Normally Wren would greet the two but he just didn’t feel like getting up, too exhausted from that Halloween party Zane threw last night. It’s a wonder how he even got out of bed today. Just as he was about to get up to go to his bedroom, wanting to just have some time to himself, he heard loud stomping in the hallway, accompanied by high pitched whines and a groggy voice “Shut up boy.” He could tell Oscar was about to come and annoy him so bad.

He really should’ve just gotten up as quickly as possible and headed to his bedroom. Oscar walked into the living room, playing with his collar and looking around as he still had a lot of energy, Wren could tell he wanted to play with someone.  

Even though he had more energy than usual, Oscar, of course, wasn’t talking. His wide blue eyes scoured around the room, taking a while before landing on Wren, his new toy to play with since Zane was fed up with him. Oscar padded over to Wren, and noting that he didn’t seem… angry, he sat down by the man’s feet, rubbing himself against the worn denim for attention. Wren had to resist the urge to kick the man beneath him.

“Hhhnn..” Oscar huffed, starting to make noises now that Wren seemed to be ignoring the constant pawing at his Bear slippers. Wren couldn’t stand it, Oscar’s whines sounded like nails scratching against chalkboard to him. He only spared him one glance then went back to focusing on his phone, hoping the man would leave him alone. 

Oscar’s actions didn’t falter even after getting ignored for a good 10 minutes. Wren finally turned his head towards him, raising a brow without saying a word. Oscar just stared back, slowly blinking while his tail was going crazy behind him. “What do you want?” Wren snapped at him. Oscar flinched a little but let out a small bark, propping his chin up against Wren’s knee and giving him his best puppy eyes. Seeing Wren was unimpressed, Oscar just tried to combine all of his begging methods; whining, puppy eyes, and rubbing. In doing so, he just ended up looking like a giant mess. Being too big in proportion to the shorter man, he had to crouch to even look in his eyes, so trying to crawl onto him whilst begging just caused him to tumble off onto the floor.

As he fell, Oscar had somehow managed to hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. The whining went quiet, giving Wren’s ears a break finally. As Oscar lay there, not getting up to go beg even more, he started to get concerned. Colm would actually kill him if something serious happened. “Are you alright pup?” Wren whispered, now afraid that Oscar would start one of his meltdowns and get super sensitive to everything. As no response came again, he finally put down his phone, going to check on Oscar. Oscar’s eyes were glassier than usual, lacking the life he had before and now just looking distant. Only after a light slap on the cheek, Oscar’s eyes began to track Wren’s movements. Okay, at least he didn’t pass out. He slowly came back to consciousness, letting out more whines and groans than before, his hands moving uncoordinated in the air, trying to grab onto Wren, getting ahold of his arm and digging his nails into his skin. Wren hissed and helped him up on the couch, letting him sit on his lap.

Oscar was twice Wren’s size, so when he plopped down in his lap, Wren could feel the air getting knocked out of his lungs. “F-fuck- get off-” He groaned, trying to push him off only to get his cheek licked, Oscar’s tail was wagging more than before. He was practically trying to climb onto the shorter man’s head. He tried swatting his face away, covering Oscar’s face with his hand, but his efforts proved futile as Oscar just licked it instead.  “You goddamn slob-” Wren groaned and slapped Oscar’s face gently again as a playful gesture, Oscar chasing his hand with his mouth. His tail thudded against the couch and ears perked up, he still had so much built up energy and no way to release it. 

Wren suddenly hooked his thumb inside the mutt’s mouth, making him pause and bat his eyelashes at him, letting out a small whimper and closing his lips around the digit. Wren could feel his tongue slowly wrapping around and wetting it. At least he shut up finally. Oscar’s ears pinned to his head, his tail starting to wag slower as he focused his attention on Wren’s finger. Not surprised if Oscar were to suddenly bite it off, Wren tried to pull away, but to no avail. Treating it like a game of tug-of-war, Oscar’s teeth clamped onto his finger, holding it in his mouth. Wren yelped and tried pulling even harder, Oscar’s jaw only locked tighter. He could feel his finger going numb. “Oscar! Bad! Fuck!” Wren slapped his face a few times with his other hand, what had gotten into him?? 

Oscar slowly relaxed his jaw, Wren about to yank his hand away when he felt the bigger man’s hand wrap around his wrist, trying to guide the rest of Wren’s fingers inside his mouth.

Wren’s eyebrows furrowed- what the hell was his problem? Sure, he knew Oscar was a bit of a dork but this? Looking up at Wren and seeing the confused expression he had, Oscar went a little pink, but still tried to push more into his mouth. Wren didn’t want Oscar to retreat back into his head and get awkward and embarrassed for everything, so he tried to build confidence in the man by letting him get what he wanted. “C’mon, there you go boy.” He mumbled, slowly slipping another finger into Oscar’s mouth. He pressed both of them down on his tongue, eliciting a low whine from the mutt, who started to squirm beneath him. After releasing the pressure, Oscar immediately got back to suckling on them. Oscar swirled his tongue around the digits, moaning to himself and shutting his eyes tight, the grip on Wren’s wrist still not released. The shorter male looked down and could see a very obvious hard-on in Oscar’s pants, though he was trying to wriggle in Wren’s lap to pretend like he didn’t have a boner. Wanting to torment the puppy, his other hand grabbed his waist and helped him grind against his own crotch, causing his eyes to shoot open and let out a high pitched whimper. “W-wren!” Oscar slurred, instinctively grinding back, his tail wagging rapidly. Wren could only groan and force his fingers deeper inside Oscar’s mouth, leading him to gag, his perfect blue eyes staring into Wren’s green ones, tears blurring his vision. 

They stayed like that, grinding against each other slowly. However, Oscar started to lose momentum, his former passion subsiding into sloppy drowsy movements. Wren’s fingers pressed too far down his throat. He retched all over Wren, the bile burning the other man's nostrils. “What the fuck?!” Before he was able to feel the sensory overload of the vomit sinking into his clothes, he heard quiet sobbing on his shoulder. “Hey- hey- I've got you, don’t worry-” Wren tried to comfort Oscar, wincing as now his shirt was covered in snot and vomit.

Wren used all his strength to pry Oscar off his lap, the man clinging onto him like his life depended on it, sobs wracking through his body. When they finally got up he helped him walk over to the bathroom where he picked up a damp washcloth and started to clean Oscar's face.