#im coping

HALOHACKS CANON

okay i lied i’m not done. thinking about him drunk calling me, he’d sound really cute slurring and telling me he’s coming over. i’d tell him not to drink and drive but he’d probably say it’s too late and i’d hear his car pull up outside my place. i’d let him in of course, hes stumbling and still nursing a fifth with a shit eating grin on his face. it’s cute though, so i’d let him keep drinking and try to make us something to eat but he’d get distracting and handsy. he’s always distracting; pretty blonde curls and a sense of unearned confidence the most memorable things about him, but he’s a lot more coy when he’s sober. drunk, though, and i might as well have permission. our pizza rolls are forgotten in the freezer, air fryer preheated and then cooled down a while ago by the time we’re both shirtless in the living room, panting and flushed from making out. it’s a childish thing to fantasize about but i feel like he’d be good at it. i wonder if he’d like how my tongue ring feels. he’d tease me a little, clumsy through the proverbial liquor glasses clouding his reasoning, but that just makes it better for me. i like when guys lose control. maybe he’d suck me off, managing to pull my pants down just enough so my dick can spring up and reveal just how bad i’ve wanted this. he’d try to suck me off anyway, the shots are hitting him hard now and i can tell he’s losing track of where he is. maybe i could grab a handful of that pretty hair instead and hold his heavy head up so i can fuck his slack mouth. he’d palm himself through his own pants, so i know he likes it, and i could feel the vibrations of the pathetic sounds he’d make when my cock hits the back of his throat. i’m able to get away with it a couple times, and i can feel his panting breaths increase in pace as he gets close. he’s obviously hard, dick straining against where his hand would be reciprocating the tiny little thrusts he’s able to do without losing his drunk unbalance. it would be cute if he came first, already so eager from me pushing for this earlier, and it would embarrass him if he remembered in the morning. he probably wouldn’t though, and that’s why i’m confident enough to use the hand tangled in his hair to bring his shiny, wet lips fully around the base of my cock and kissing my pelvis so i can cum down his throat. he’s good at it, and takes it really well at first, but the liquor sends him over the edge and he gags instead of swallows around my cock. and it feels just as good.