𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

sam never would have expected blaine, * his blaine, to be so forward. the hand dropping down to cup his bulge has him twitching. teeth dig in harshly on the blonde’s plump lower lip. one of his hands finally leaves a cheek. he raised it slowly, then without any warning he [...]

the switch in both of them was almost instant. the last thing the blonde wanted to do was complicate his friendship with his closest friend, but blaine’s ass felt even softer than he imagined. without even realizing it, sam’s palming those cheeks, drawing slow, deep [...]

the blonde didn’t even mean to, but somewhere during all this henhad shifted his grip on blaine slightly. first it was down to his waist, y’know! just to give him the proper support. but then they’re staring at each other for a bit, and the soft, small plaps of blaine’s [...]

it wasn’t so much that sam was specifically straight, he never really thought about it to be completely honest. he knew what he liked for the most part. blaine felt.. different. in a good way. the hug offer surprised him, and for a brief moment he forgot about blaine’s [...]

he continues to nod, sam started to feel immensely grateful that his best friend was a talker, but somewhere in all this. . . he started paying proper attention. sam leans back, finally giving blaine his actual full attention. “no, it’s not. . . embarrassing, it’s totally [...]

sam’s doing his best, but anybody would struggle in his position! he’s nodding along, mouthing some yeahs, blue eyes glued to those fat cheeks. “hm—? oh, no! no.” eyes pulling back up as blaine turned to face him. “it.. sorta depends. what do you want to get out of tonight?”

no, no! i’m * totally here dude! yeah, yeah! go on, tell me more about this dude. * ☺️ shamelessly eyeing blaine’s ass as he changes.

uh. . . hey dude! * 😵‍💫