is it too late for me to ask about muscles better, nerves more 🥺👉👈❤️
no it isn't my beloved phoebe bc theoretically. it is the fic i am trying to finish next asldfkjlksjfg
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Some idiot has gone viral over a tweet about how he only fucks virgins, or some other unlikely claim. The replies are, as expected, a furious mix of vulgarities and sharp rebuttals.
He snorts at a particularly cutting response insinuating at the size of the original poster’s dick (small) and skill (nonexistent), which catches Charles’s attention. Hands still on the steering wheel, Charles makes a questioning noise at the back of his throat.
“It is nothing,” Pierre says, shaking his head as he turns his phone screen toward Charles at the red light. “I do not understand why some people care so much about that—about being the first. It’s not like it’s a race. It’s enough if everyone feels good, no?”
“I think it can be nice.” Charles wets his lips. “Feeling like you are sharing something special with another person.”
Pierre shakes his head. “Always the romantic, Charlot,” he teases. “So you like to take the lead with your little girlfriends?” Charles remains quiet, but the tips of his ears turn red, somehow visible even in the dim light. It sparks something low and mean in Pierre’s gut. He forces himself to keep his tone easy. “And they say chivalry is dead.”
“Not—with girls. I mean for me.” Charles’s grip is tight and white-knuckled around the steering wheel, face turned resolutely toward the road as he prepares for a turn.
