#soft filth

[callumconfesses]

i said his name like a prayer.

door slammed. he was gone.

i hit the carpet. boxers halfway down. cock already leaking.

spat in my hand. said his name.

came up my chest. didn’t clean it.

just whispered: hamz.

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[callumconfesses]

i spread myself open

bent over the sink. back arched. thumb rubbin my hole like i needed someone to stop me.

but no one did.

he was still sat there. phone in his hand. pretending to scroll. jaw tight.

didn’t move. didn’t blink.

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[callumconfesses]

i weren’t there to train

didn’t bring a bottle. or a towel. just needed to be near men.

their sweat. their backs. the grunt when it gets heavy.

lad walked out as i walked in. black gym shorts. white singlet. sweat dark under both arms. pits like fuckin rope.

nearly lost it on the spot.

typed the rest somewhere private. link’s in bio.

[chrispineofficial]

so i (finally) had a free hot minute to catch up on fic and i read ashleigh’s Without Knowing How and i literally loved it so much??? ?1??

magical realism is my Actual fav

also this fic is the epitome of #soft filth