open to: all tops, bottoms, verse / mxm
setting: Archer is trying to rub one out after a show when your muse walks in on him, your muse could work at the venue, be in the band, have been at the show, be a friend of archers, or a significant other.
There was always a high after a show, and Archer was riding that now. Revved up from the crowd as he thought about the after party that was to come next. The last few days had been a whirlwind, and it had been almost a week since the musician had last rubbed one out. Antsy to get back to his dressing room, he let the door close quickly behind himself, to busy fussing with his belt to worry about locking it. He popped the button on his pants and reached past the zipper when he heard it open suddenly behind him, he turned, a smirk on his face as he stood there with his literal dick in his hand. “If you don’t plan on doing something about this then get the fuck out.”