“ fine— at least give me a lil’ something too. “
head leaning forward when johnny took the rip, lips nearby looking to connect for some second-hand high.
all the while his hand found it’s way under the waistband of his sweats— “still +
“ could’ve worn different pants. less, uh— exposing. “
fingers splayed around the shaft, reaching downwards towards what he assumed were johnny’s balls. unknowingly tugging the waist of his sweatpants down with the movement. “ how long til +
( . . . . . shrug.
reaching his hand over and pressing the palm to the others crotch, fingers tracing along the prominent outline. )
the sweatpants and no boxers combo feels purposeful—.