indiscretion is worth a try

sebastian smythe. sixteen. wmhs. if you don't know who i am already, you aren't worth my time.

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[thehunttrumpsthekill]

 Like I’ve ever failed at what I set my mind to.

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Hm. Good luck.

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[thehunttrumpsthekill]

Only if that’s how you meant it.

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Well, I won't discourage it. It's always fun to watch you fail.

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[thehunttrumpsthekill]

You don’t say.

Is that a challenge?

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If that's how you want to take it.

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[thehunttrumpsthekill]

I’d be a fool to say no, wouldn’t I?

Good to know I didn’t completely blow your brains out. Gives me something to strive for.

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It'd be the first time you've proven otherwise.

I'm almost looking forward to seeing you try.

[thehunttrumpsthekill]

Only Two in a Crowded Room | Huntbastian

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TAGGING  →  Hunter Clarington & Sebastian Smythe

LOCATION  → Homecoming Dance

TIME FRAME → Friday Night

The warning came across loud and clear. Hunter would not be fucking Sebastian’s mouth that night, it seemed. Pity, since the senior was certain it would be all kinds of hot to watch… and feel. Between his personality and the smug way the other boy did everything, it would have been intriguingly hot to see him put into place. Perhaps next time…?

Would there be a next time? Hunter wasn’t entirely sure either way. With the way things were going, he wouldn’t be adverse to it, so long as they kept it behind closed doors; he had a reputation to keep, after all. However, once the junior thought he had something on you, he sunk his claws into it and rode it for as long as he could before giving it up. Hunter wasn’t sure he could handle that much ego in direct competition with his own.

Still, he found himself running his fingers gently through Sebastian’s hair again, almost as if in apology for pushing the envelope further than he was willing to go.

Sebastian wasn't entirely sure what was going on as Hunter's hand rustled gently through his hair, almost... soothing? That wasn't the right word, but he didn't know how else to describe it. He had to admit, at least to himself, he was sure it would be hot to let Hunter do that, but he was hyper aware of how the senior behaved. When he had something over you, he didn't let it go. They were similar in that respect and Sebastian was unwilling to give him more to dangle over his head. This was enough as it was.

Almost in apology himself (what did he have to apologise for?), he dropped his hand to fondle Hunter's balls, lightly massaging them as he slid his mouth back down the other man's dick, tongue pressing against him as he sucked to get them back on track. He did, however, reach out for Hunter's free hand with his own, pulling it to his throat as he buried his nose down to Hunter's stomach and back up again. He wanted to feel something? He could give him that much.

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[thehunttrumpsthekill]

And what do you think it was, Sebastian?

Then let me spell it out for you: if I wasn’t enjoying myself, I wouldn’t have gotten off. And I did, in case you didn’t recall.

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I think you want another go, Hunter.

Mm, thanks for the reminder. I remember.

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If you want to take it that way, I suppose it could be.

Hardly. Anyone who says they don’t enjoy getting head is lying… or the person giving head is just shit at it.

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It's either an offer or it's not, Clarington.

That's the closest you've come to praising my admittedly gifted mouth. You're welcome, I suppose. The entire situation wasn't entirely without merit, I suppose.

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If you’d like to test that theory, who am I to stop you?

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Was that meant to be an offer? 

Are you really that hard up, Hunter? Or did you just enjoy it that much?

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No particular reason.

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Sure. If I'd known a blowjob would make you less irritating... no, I still wouldn't have bothered, but an interesting concept, nonetheless.

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Maybe I’m feeling less confrontational today.

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And why would that be?

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I’m eighteen; what else am I supposed to think about?

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No idea. Just saying, you'd usually deny it.

[thehunttrumpsthekill]

Only Two in a Crowded Room | Huntbastian

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TAGGING  →  Hunter Clarington & Sebastian Smythe

LOCATION  → Homecoming Dance

TIME FRAME → Friday Night

It occurred to Hunter that he was putting an awful lot of trust into someone that claimed to hate him. He was actively placing his favourite and most sensitive body part between a pair of very sharp teeth, and if Sebastian really wanted to be a dick, he could easily make this far less than pleasant for him. As it was, the junior was making it quite the opposite as his movements pulled another long, low moan from his lips.

As he felt the other boy taking a bit more of him into his mouth, Hunter’s fingers continued to thread through his hair. He chuckled to himself as he noticed that some of it was standing up like he’d stuck his finger into a light socket, thanks to Hunter breaking up the product in there. Still, he experimentally paused his fingers movements, tightening his grip lightly in Sebastian’s hair as his hips rolled upwards.

Sebastian had, admittedly, thought about all the things he could do. Add some teeth, actually bite him and really ruin the other boy's time, but when it came down to it, he wasn't interested in that. Despite himself, he did find Hunter attractive and there was nothing quite as attractive as a man enjoying himself. Besides, he wanted to see Hunter doing the same and how could he possibly trust the senior if he didn't show he could be trusted too? It was an awkward situation to be in, in a way, but they seemed to be making the best of it so far. He could only trust things would continue to go that way.

He smirked lightly as another moan filled the air, his own grunt accompanying it at the sudden movement into his mouth. He paused, just briefly, nails digging into Hunter's thigh as an almost warning. No. If Clarington wanted to fuck something, he could come out and say it and they'd have a completely different experience together, but if he wanted this? He was going to let Sebastian work at his own pace. As soon as he thought (hoped?) the message had been put across, he went back to work.

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Oh, please. Were I to offer, you would be on me like Anderson on Kurt.

Oh yes. Fantastic, even.

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And we're back to seeing what you think about. Interesting. Please, like I'd ever be that pathetic.

Mm, glad you think so?

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You’ve had better? Doubtful.

Denial is unbecoming, Smythe.

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Sad truth. Honestly, given all the hype, I was expecting... more.

Good thing I've got nothing to deny then, isn't it?

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One blowjob and you’re already falling for me, Smythe? I’m touched.

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Are we reading the same conversation? Because I'm not sure where you're getting that idea from. Or is it that you can't fathom the idea that perhaps there exists someone who can touch your dick and not be utterly entranced? Because honestly, I've had better. Touched in the head, yes.

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Still, the thought of me crossed your mind. Wonder why that is…

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I couldn't begin to guess.

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Oh, isn’t that sweet.

You’re thinking of me?

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Thinking of you? Not exactly. I was making lists, it happened to be appropriate.