#open: carson

[constellaticnsx]

[text: ???] okay is it just me or is the slang the kids are using now actually wild?? [text: ???] like i feel old every time they talk to me.

[thebestorworstofit]

open to anyone (hook up, ex, boyfriends sibling, step something, friend, friend of friend, etc etc, you get it) (can *uhem* have carson question his sexuality if you’d like to reply with a masc presenting muse | plot: your muse drunkenly kisses the wrong twin in front of the other - insert filthy chaos of infinite outcomes, also obvs can have one of them leave just lmk what you prefer! | poset w/ legacy can adjust/repost with beta. 

carson let out an uncertain chuckle as he watched who his brother’s had claimed for himself fall onto his lap, his hands reaching for their hips in attempt to guide them off his thighs as he shook his head, “hey chill, just because we’re related doesn’t mean chris won’t try to kick my ass if you get too comfortable.” he tried to play off their actions, ignoring how the friction of them squirming in his lap was making him throb beneath his jeans. “come on, back to your feet..” the words had barely slipped out before he felt the hands of the other pulling him in until their lips met, the male not having a second to argue before he fell victim to how good the warmth of their lips felt on his. fingers tightening into their waist as he let himself indulge without guilt for a heavenly few moments. moments that passed without noticing his brother had returned, stood in the door frame with a loose lipped smirk. 

his throat cleared on christain’s first few steps in towards the two, a fluid hum of tsk’s flowing out until they’d noticed his return and he watched his twin brother rip away from the kiss. his first tightening for a brief moment, letting his gaze on the two of them darken, his tone not even close to matching the eerily calm tone he spoke with, eyes narrowed on the body trying to fidget their way off carson’s lap. “oh no, don’t get up on my account.” he mused, reaching forward to push their body back down onto his brother, practically urging them closer as if they were his own little doll. “go ahead, see if you picked the right twin - curiosity has clearly got the best of you.” christian added, almost as if he were daring them to repeat their actions. 

[thebestorworstofit]

Open to: fem identifying | Plot: Carson’s switchy brain goes burrr (loosely based)

“holy shit, fuck fuck wait.. jesus christ, i can’t, you’ve gotta.. goddamn it” carson swore under his panted breaths, his chest caving in with each rise and fall as his muscles tensed with every stroke she delivered to his cock - still leaking out from the tip while his shaft was already entirely coated with his own cum from the dizzying and addicting toll they'd taken on him; the ties around his wrists digging their indent into his skin as he tried to pull past the way he was held entirely bound to onto her bed. having taken him through the highs and lows of too many orgasms to keep track of already. every single one of his senses were beyond heightened as he laid entirely at her hand..