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intoxicated | auggie
August has undoubtedly just failed his exams. Not only did he not study but he can’t bring himself to bother trying when he’s not really planning to go anywhere from here. His talents lie in areas you can only get paid for if you’re a porn star, which is always an option if he really does flunk. Not that he’s in need of money or sex, nor does he think he will ever be. In theory, he shouldn’t have anything to worry about. It shouldn’t take him getting as baked as he is to make him feel good. The pretty blond in his lap is helping, a smirk painted on his face, bloodshot eyes trained to zer body. He wants to touch all of zem, cupping zer ass in his hands and squeezing softly. “Hi,” he says, eyebrows furrowing with subtle annoyance. “Why are you wearing so much clothes?”
Malcolm shrugs, and pulls away. Why is ze wearing so much clothes? Ze moves back a little more, just enough to cross zer arms and grip the hem of zer shirt and pull it over zer head. Now the thing is gone, and Malcolm is bare and exposed, hickeys dancing along zer collarbone. “S’better.” Ze leans forward, pink lips parted slightly as ze trails zer hands up and down August’s torso. Malcolm sighs in relief when their lips finally touch, sweet and chapped, but still good. Malcolm uses the heel of zer hand to press down on the base of zer prick, moaning into August’s mouth. “Been waitin for you.”
intoxicated | auggie
To be fair, Malcolm didn’t mean to get horny. It’s just that, it’s after exams, Auggie is shirtless, and as it turns out, one of his trombone playing friends makes a mean peach cannabis popsicle. It’s not zer fault at all. Malcolm is warm, but comfortable in a skirt and August’s black t-shirt. It’s ill-fitting, wide and long in all the wrong places, but ze likes it anyway. Malcolm licks away the last of the fruit flavor on zer lips, before crawling over onto August’s lap. Ze wraps zer arms around him, kissing up his neck, before finally resting his chin on August’s shoulder. “Hiiii.” Ze draws out, body going limp against August’s muscular frame. Zer fingers fiddle with the baby hairs on the nape of Auggie’s neck. Malcolm exhales through zer lips, half hard under satin panties - not hard enough to come, but hard enough that August can definitely feel it against his abs.
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It’s like the man is a walking Onion article
Coincidentally, this is August’s favorite view of Malcolm and also his favorite way to fuck zem (doggy style is very underrated, he thinks). However, his focus is otherwise preoccupied, watching the tendons in zer neck strain against the collar when ze turns zer head and momentarily consumed by the thought of how they’d feel under his fingers if he squeezed ever so gently. He raises his eyebrows in question when ze turns to look at him again, and he can’t help feel like although he’s the one claiming what’s his, ze is indirectly in control. He’s playing into zer hands, getting them both off without even realizing, and it’s equal parts very hot and very terrifying that ze knows ze can get anything ze wants out of him with just a “please” and a bat of zer eyes. He releases the tension on zer neck, then gives the straps a tug to remind zem that he can overpower zem any time he wants to, fastening the collar tighter so that it digs into zer skin a little. “Better?” he asks, leaning his weight against zer back, letting zem feel how ze is effecting him.
Ze lets out a surprised little noise when he tugs on the accessory, the feeling reminiscent to being choked, but far different. It’s just as nice, because it’s with the collar, and ze is with August, but it makes zem feel different. Malcolm can sense the power imbalance, in every aspect of this scene. Once the collar is tightened, just enough, Malcolm mewls a little bit, leaning back into August. It feels better this way, tight and restricting. Malcolm nods, “Mhm. Lot better, daddy.” And then suddenly, there’s something hard and straining against denim pressing up against zer lower back. Oh. Ze thinks. Hello there. Ze wiggles zer way in between August’s thighs, leaning back against his warm chest. Ze looks up at him, toying with the pendant of the collar. “Daddy,” Ze breathes, wrapping August’s arms around zer waist. “I think I should make you feel better now, it is your day, and all.”
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Malcolm is like his own personal anti-depressant. It’s impossible to mourn when ze’s around. The collar probably isn’t supposed to be as symbolic as it feels, it’s just a silly accessory that ze most likely found in a sex shop. But August’s never had anything non-material belong to just him, and so every time Malcolm says ze’s his he feels something stir. He isn’t sure if ze is being sincere or if ze is just trying to work him up but either way it’s working. “Turn around,” he orders, reaching out for the collar and holding an end in each hand. He lifts it over zer head, wrapping it around zer neck and bringing the ends together at the back. He tightens it until it’s snug, but not restricting, and clasps it shut, giving it a gentle tug with one finger to test it’s durability. “How’s that feel?” he asks.
Ze turns around, kneeling in front of August. It feels intimate, like August should kiss zer neck or give zem a back massage, it’s more probable that August would start licking Malcolm’s entrance but he does neither, just adjusts the collar. “Whoa.” It’s heavier than Malcolm thought. Ze rolls zer head forward, then back. It’s fine, it fights like a glove. But it doesn’t pinch the way Malcolm wants it to, it won’t leave bruises and lines that act as a reminder the way Malcolm wants the collar to. Ze looks over zer shoulder at August, resting a hand on his thigh. “Tighter, please.”
August has always had a bizarre family dynamic. It’s not like he’s unaware of this or that he’s forgotten, and he’s not necessarily surprised when his father doesn’t return his phone calls (despite it being father’s day). But it still doesn’t fail to eat away at him. He resents the comparison of him to his father, which the media are fond of doing every chance they get, but if there’s one thing he’s willing to admit they have in common it’s that they are both great at disappointing people. Today is no exception, and try as he might August can’t keep his mind (or his hands) off his phone. He needs a distraction. He needs Malcolm. If there is someone he can rely on, it’s zem, who he tells to “bring toys” because he wants to play, and who he assumes has followed through if the several minutes of preparation in the bathroom is anything to go by. He’s hunched over himself, growing impatient, and just about to call to zem that he’s losing interest when suddenly he has a lap full of Malcolm. His gaze lowers slowly, taking in zer body and zer stature, shy and soft-spoken the way ze only gets in private. August is too distracted by what ze’s wearing, or lack thereof that he almost doesn’t notice what ze’s holding. He’s got experience to thank for the way he doesn’t react, doesn’t bat an eyelash, as he stares at the letters. “What’s this?” he asks, not because he doesn’t know, but because he wants to hear zem explain.
Ze fiddles with zer skirt as ze looks at August. He looks sad, he always does, but today it seems more present. Malcolm lets the collar rest on August’s chest, as ze laces their hands together. His hands are large, and calloused, and by comparison Malcolm’s are small and kind of chubby. “You already know what it is.” Malcolm giggles, out of nervousness, because ze isn’t sure that ze can make August smile today, or at least not frown. Ze shifts off of Auggie’s lap, kneeling beside him instead. Ze reaches for the collar again, turning it over in zer hands. Despite August’s knowledge, ze explains anyway. “S’ a collar, daddy. Like, I put in on, 'n' it means I'm yours." Ze smiles, ze loves the feeling of August dressing zem up. Malcolm rubs zer hands up and down August's torso, the warmth of his skin soothing zem. “But I want you to put it on me, that way it‘s like... Like I’m really yours, you know?”
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It was basically routine now, dressing up for August whenever they wanted to do something special. It basically consisted of the same thing, Malcolm would wear a skirt and panties, or maybe August’s shirt and panties and wear pink lipstick and stain August’s collar with it, and eventually his skin. It gave zem a thrill, a rush of adrenaline, and a hard on. Malcolm was used to the adrenaline, and the clothes, minus the collar, which was new. Malcolm fiddled with it, black pleather with a pink pendant on the front which read ‘DADDY’S PRINCESS’. It made zem hot, and hard and ze had touched zemself at least three times to the thought of August fucking him with the collar on. Ze steps out of the bathroom, collar in hand, making zer way to where August was slouched on the bed. Malcolm slowly walks over to zer daddy, and perches zemself on August’s lap. Ze doesn’t say anything, just holds out the accessory and bites down on zer thumbnail, sheepishly looking away.
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if anyone cares @ all im alive but barely breatjing... out of my nose!!! i have a cold i am sick ANYWAYS my computer is broken and ya gurl is broke af so me n britt are doing the 1x1 in private mauggie lives on and so shall i (and brittany)
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