#make kathy write

Abby's text reads, Left you a present 💝, and Tommy kicks the door closed behind him as he looks up from his phone. "Evan?" he calls out as he walks down the hall, and a noise comes from Tommy's bedroom. The door swings open under Tommy's hand to a gift indeed. Evan lies in the middle of the bed, face tear-streaked, chest blotchy red, had cock lying in a puddle of precome on his stomach. "Thank god, I thought you'd never get home," Evan whines. "Abby said I couldn't come until you let me, but she told me I had to keep touching myself, and she left ages ago" — The text was sent less than twenty minutes ago, and Abby probably sent it from Tommy's driveway — "and now I'm so hard it hurts." Tommy hums as he stalks to the end of the bed, watching as Evan worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He slowly trails his fingers up Evan's thigh. "Oh? And what am I supposed to do about that?" Thumb rubbing over Evan's hip bone, Tommy teasingly leaves his fingertips a fraction of an inch away from Evan's cock. "Daddy, please let me come." Evan's eyes are wild, desperate, as he writhes on Tommy's bed, hands clenching in the bedsheets. "Please, please, ple—"

Eager might be the best description of Tommy's blowjob method. He's moaning, drooling, and immediately humping his own hand. "Yeah," Buck can't help but whisper. "Fucking cockhungry, huh?" Tommy makes a garbled groan, his eyes fluttering shut. Sloppy, wet noises fill the air as Tommy starts bobbing his head. He whines when Buck cards a hand in his hair. "Wanna see how far you can take it, okay?" Tommy whines, nodding as best he can. Buck's fingers clench, and he uses his grip to slide Tommy further down his cock. And further. And further. Tommy's nose is buried in Buck's pubes, his wet eyes blinking up at Buck. It's not the first time he's been deepthroated, but Tommy's better-looking than most of his clients, honestly. Tommy's lips curl into a grin, and the lines Buck has practiced are suddenly difficult to remember. "H-Holy shit, thought only porn stars could do that," Buck whispers as he slowly pulls Tommy off his cock. Deepthroating isn't easy. Bodies are built to refuse things forced down their throats, with both the gag reflex and the throat muscles limiting access. It took Buck ages to learn how to do it, so it's impressive that Tommy trained himself. "My girlfriend doesn't even want to try, fuck."

Buck's been sleeping weird since he broke up with Natalia. It happens every time he's freshly single — it seems like Buck wasn't built to sleep alone. He's gotten used to catching as much sleep as he can at the firehouse, so he's fine on shift, but his days off are a problem. He's groggy enough in the mornings that it was only a matter of time until he made some stupid mistake. He just wishes the mistake wasn't taking a double dose of his Adderall, since he always seems to have some… interesting side effects when he does that. The first time he accidentally took a second pill, it made him watch so much porn his dick started to chafe, and he's pretty sure he wore a hole in his pocket pussy. The thing is, in the depths of a porn tornado, sometimes some weird shit comes up. It's unavoidable, really, that Buck accidentally came to a dude getting fucked in the ass. He didn't realize it was a dude until it was too late, is all. He didn't realize it was a dude the first time, at least. His porn tornado very quickly became a femboy porn tornado after that one video. But it's chill, it's not really gay; they're wearing skirts. And it was definitely an Adderall thing — he doesn't watch femboy porn anymore. Not often, at least. The second time he accidentally doubled his dose, he shaved himself smooth and fucked himself on his fingers for hours. Okay, fine, he also whined out a "Daddy" or two mid orgasm. And he ordered a skirt, stockings, and a crop top that would, in theory, fit him. So what? It's not like he used them. Well, he is wearing them this time, shaved smooth again, scrolling through Grindr while slowly stroking his dick. It's been hours and four guys since what he's mentally been calling his Adderall-induced gayness really took off, and he really hopes it wears off soon. He's starting to chafe again, he's tired of reapplying his makeup, and his thigh highs keep slipping down.