#panic show

Dodge mason I miss you

partially nsfw, mentions of suggestive actions.

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You're on his lap in his truck sharing a magnum he bought at the-run down CVS a few blocks from your house. He's had a few licks eating majority of the chocolate coating giving the rest up for you. He's regretting the hell of it it now

He watches as your mouth opens wide, sucking the tip of the ice-cream all the way down to the base of the desert, deep-throating the treat. He gulps, his eyes trailing the vanilla cream dripping down your fingers a few drops hitting your thighs, the bulge in his jeans beginning to grow as wet slurps fill the air

you have to be doing this on purpose

You tilt your head up meeting his gaze. Hazy eyes bore into yours. "Wanna finish it off?" you ask, pulling off with a pop

he shakes his head, jaw slack, fingers tugging you closer by your belt loop.

"you're missing out," you shrug, sliding the rest back in your mouth.

"you think we can get more?" you ask, but he barely registers your question, swiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, slipping it between his lips

he keeps photos of you and him in his wallet. and he rotates the pictures around every week or so, and takes a new one of you whenever he can. it’s definitely not in a creepy or perverted way. totally not. just in a way that he can see you when he's away, or jerk off to something when you're gone.

he just loves to show you off, can’t believe a girl like you would be down to be for a guy like him. how you saw him in a crowded room, how you want him around, how you kiss him gently as the sun rises, how your laugh makes his stomach turn and cheeks flush, how you say his name in bed like he’s the only person in the world you know. the breathless, whiny moans of his name, slipping form between your lips, getting caught in the back of your throat. yea, he loves that shit.