#peter x jack

[dave-doggo]

I drew them as doggos lol

[mocnshne]

peter: I can't go into school today.

jack: Why not?

peter: Stress is bad for the baby.

jack: What baby?

peter: Me

[mocnshne]

jack [about ezra]: And then we had a little... eye contact.

peter: Eye contact? I hope you were using protection.

[mocnshne]

jack: Stay in the background. I’ll try not to embarrass you this time.

peter: I can embarrass myself just fine on my own!

[mocnshne]

peter: Where’s ezra?

jack: Probably off somewhere disappointing Jesus.

[voidisthenewblack-blog]

[ p e t e r ]

        It had been a rough couple of months but Jack was pleased with his progress. Not all pets came along as quickly as others. He’d give Peter credit, the male put up a good fight, but the older male was incredibly resilient and he liked to get his way. “That’s it princess,” he praised, stroking Peter’s hair under the desk. His plaything was nestled between his legs, shielded by the large oak frame, with Jack’s limp cock resting in his mouth. How long had he been under there? The brunet wasn’t entirely sure but there was still work to be done, so that’s where Peter would stay until he decided otherwise. “Such a good hole. I’m starting to think you like it,” he teased as he began a new blue print.

[ @raekenmccalldunbar ] 

[voidisthenewblack-blog]

[ r a e k e n ] everybody tells me so

           There were few things that Jack enjoyed more than new toys. On second thought, there was nothing he enjoyed more than new toys. Nothing was quite as entertaining as seeing what money could buy him next. “Five thousand pounds,” he bid, simply because he could. [ @raekenmccalldunbar ]