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@freaksbloom | From HERE
Elliott had dragged Billy along to the house party on a whim more than anything: Arthur and his flat always threw great ones, and the more the merrier, right? So there they sat in a circle of friends and strangers, spinning one of the many empty bottles.
And of course Billy’s first spin - the first of the game in fact, as the residential newbie - had landed on Elliott. Of FUCKING course.
As Billy leans forward and gives him a tiny peck on the lips, barely even a brush, Elliott decides to take the opportunity to show him how they really played this game.
One hand buries in Billy’s hair and yanks him back, crashing his mouth against his. It’s dirty and performative, tongue forcing its way into his mouth and breathing heavy through his nose, but it’s how they always played.
Go big or go home, right?
He doesn’t stop until he feels like he’s all but violated Billy’s mouth and made him desperate for air, pulling back and wiping the saliva off his own lips with a smug smirk.
“My turn’ta spin.”
