forum Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Started March 02, 2023 by @Rhys group

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Lucas grumbles, “Just let me go out. It’s possible I won’t find anything and come back later.”

Tristan chuckles. "What will you do if I don't let you out?"

Lucas huffs, crossing his arms, “Tris, I told you seven minutes ago and you sat there. It’s your loss.”

Tristan snorts. "You said 'fucking competition.' Not exactly clearly stating you wanted it right then."

“Aye, would I say that I wanted a ‘fucking competition’ if I didn’t want it right now?” He crosses his arms, “You should know me enough by now to know better than that.”

Tristan snorts. "You say the first things that come across your mind."

“Exactly. And I wouldn’t say it if I’m not in the mood. Now move, please.”

Tristan shrugs and stays where he is.

Lucas sighs, turning and going to his desk chair, pulling his laptop out and then headphones.

Tristan chuckles, moving from the door now and flopping on the ground again.

Lucas sighs, resting his forehead on the keyboard.

Tristan "looks" over at Lucas. "If you're really in the mood, get into bed."

Lucas grumbles, “Which one. . ? There’s two of them. . .” He mumbles.

("squeaks-" i got poked-)
(lol sorry tho-)

"Either fucking one." Tristan snorts.

(Naw, it’s fine)

Lucas laughs softly, leaning back in his seat, looking at Tristan.

(u sure?)

Tristan "looks" back at Lucas.

"Well?"

(Yeah—)

Lucas sighs, getting up, “Bossy-“

Tristan smirks. "But you're listening."

Luc grumbles, rolling his eyes, flopping back on his own bed, “Whatever-“

Tristan gets up and stretches, before going over to the bed and getting on it, straddling Lucas.

"Hey, you're the one choosing to listen to the one who's 'bossy.'" he smirks.

Lucas sighs, “I know. . .” He closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into Tristan slightly.

Tristan laughs softly. "Kiss me."

Lucas bites his lip, shifting slightly, looking at Tristan’s face for a moment before kissing him hesitantly, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt.

(Sorry- been very. . . well. . . yeah. But I'm back[ish] and I'll be replying every so often to this.)

A low purr rumbles through Tristan's chest as Lucs kisses him, and he leans down into it, letting Lucas decide where this will all go.

(Mk, take your time)

Lucas runs his hands up Tristan’s chest, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer.