closed starter || apartment || @chesteroshea
Carlos grunted as he pulled his jeans up over his legs, easily doing up his pants, not even bothering to look at the figure that was currently still laying in the bed. Running a hand through his slightly messy curls as he let out a small huff- he knew it probably wasn’t the beast idea to be fucking around with an O’Shea but Chester was good in bed and it was always a good time with the other male and it’d been awhile since he had been with a male, and occasionally that itch would resurface itself which is when he usually found himself in Chester’s bed.
“Thanks for that,” Carlos drawled out, running a hand through his curls once more and letting out another grunt as he reached for his discarded t-shirt on the ground, not bothering to turn and face him. “Lets not start talking about feelings and shit again, yeah? I was just here for a fuck.”