#taylorkeyweddingdad

[hike-the-dad]

Evil-doers beware! If you hurt Hike, Taylor will leave a revenge-doodoo on your welcome mat!

(based on a disc*rd-conversation, I had with @taylorkeyweddingdad 83c)

[the-teacher-dad]

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Taylor smiled at his phone, already sipping on a light cocktail in his living room.

[txt]: “Anytime Hugo! One doesn’t wish to be sad while doing something they love, now do they? 😊”

He chuckled a bit to himself, looking over at his large binder of Official Wedding Planner Contacts™

[txt]: “And of course! What would Merlot be without her fine array of cheesy lovers? I can call in a little favor from a friend to get the freshest of cheeses.”

Hugo was already at his second cup of coffee by the time his phone pinged again. Reaching for it, the teacher briefly pinched the bridge of his nose to fend of an oncoming migraine. When he read the text however, he couldn't help but smile. Taylor sure knew, how to gain Hugo's interest. Looking back at the stack of paper infront of him, he sighed however. After a moment of thought, he quickly typed out a reply, before going back to work.

[txt]: "This sounds wonderful. This week is a bit busy with exams. But how does Friday afternoon sound? I could come over around 4pm."

[coolbreadbox]

Decided to do a quick little drawing of Taylor balancing a $140 bottle of wine on his finger because he can.

don’t steal this please <3

[hike-the-dad]

"You're doing all these cute drawings of everyone else but me?! Hike. How could you? I thought we were friends- no, BEST friends? "-pout- "But seriously, what are your thoughts about meeeee"-wink- (taylorkeyweddingdad)

@taylorkeyweddingdad

“I’m honestly surprised how so much ego can fit into such a tiny man. Also, I would appreciate it, if you and Hugo would soundproof your bedroom, already.”

“…thank you for being my friend.”

[hike-the-dad]

Taylor, the panic-line

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Taylor groaned and pulled his phone off the end table staring blearily at the bright light. He sighed, tapping away slowly.

[✉→ Hike]: hike listen to me. if Joseph really wants you to design a tattoo, then set up a meeting with him and just go with it.

[✉→ Hike]: he’ll tell you his design and you just take artistic liberties. isn’t that what artists do?

[✉→ Hike]: also you woke me up. and i’m too exhausted to deal with your tomfoolery right now.

[✉→ Hike]: design the tattoo. make a friend. bang the pastor. there you go.

[✉→ Hike]: and you owe me some coffee.

[✉→ Hike]:  -Taylor

Hike's eyes flew over the text-messages, hoping for some lifesaving advice. Instead he ended up squawking indignantly, when Taylor suggested he should bang Joseph, his face immediately heating up at the thought. With shaking fingers, he typed rapid-fire replies to his best friend.

[✉→ Taylor]: NO! [✉→ Taylor]: U DON'T UNDERSTAND [✉→ Taylor]: I ALREADY KNOW THAT HE WANTS ME TO PAINT HIM THE OCEAN [✉→ Taylor]: BUT [✉→ Taylor]: I SUDDENLY HAD THIS IDEA [✉→ Taylor]: AND [✉→ Taylor]: OMG [✉→ Taylor]: OMG NO!!! [✉→ Taylor]: SHITSHITSHITSHIT [✉→ Taylor]: I FUCKED IT UP [✉→ Taylor]: I JUST SAT DOWN ON THE FLOOR [✉→ Taylor]: IN THE MIDDLE OF JOSEPH'S LIVING ROOM!!!! [✉→ Taylor]: AND I IGNORED HIM WHILE I WAS SKETCHING [✉→ Taylor]: I [✉→ Taylor]: IGNORED [✉→ Taylor]: HIM [✉→ Taylor]: !!!!!!!

[the-teacher-dad]

“Come to bed”

@taylorkeyweddingdad

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Taylor let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes “Hugo…” he whispered. “I just want to…” he trailed off a bit “I’m almost done. I’ll come to bed I promise.” He tried to protest against the others demands for bed, but Taylor wanted to finish this up. It was important, but so was his lovers attention.

Taylor’s writing hand slowed as the other nibbled across his skin. And once he bit the space between his neck and shoulder, he found his mind filling with slightly distracted thoughts instead of the work he had been doing. Damn you , stupid, sexy, Hugo.

Seeing Taylor's work falter, Hugo could not help but smirk some more. As he continued to assault Taylor's neck in ways, that would surely require him to wear a scarf tomorrow, he let his hands slide along Taylor's sides and over his thighs.

Letting his fingers slip between, he gently coerced Taylor's legs apart, moving up his lap. Pressing a palm into Taylor's crotch, he repeated his plea one more time.

"Come to bed, Taylor."

[hike-the-dad]

“ ~Keep doing that.” | NSFW

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Taylor smirked, “You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you for someone who demands so much, but if you insist”. Pressing Hike against his couch, his fingers rubbing between the other mans legs. They were both completely clothed still, making things a little more restricted.  His fingers pressed right against his ass, rubbing small circles where his hole is, the fabric tightening against the area as he pressed.

“You like that?” he whispered against his cheek, peppering sensual kisses across it. The kisses made their way to his ear, lightly taking the lobe between his teeth, sucking it softly. His other hand was pressed against the back of the couch, holding him up as he stood over Hike, giving him exactly what he wanted.

The feeling was near maddening. On one hand it wasn't yet enough to stimulate actual arousal. On the other hand feeling the coarse fabric of his briefs scrape against the sensitive skin around his anus ever so slightly was teasing enough to make Hike yearn for more. He had never thought, that someone could want to dry-rub themselves off backwards, yet here he was, needily pressing his small ass into Taylor's hands, rolling his hips ever so slightly to find just the right kind of friction. He knew, he couldn't be doing this forever. Eventually the lack of lubrication would cause painful chafing, but right now it still felt far too good for him to make the conscious decision to stop.

When he felt Taylor's lips on his earlobe, he let out a sound half between a content hum and a needy whimper. It was ridiculous how easily these barely sexual touches already made him melt under Taylor like butter in the sun, but it had just been so long, since he last had someone touch him in such a way. Now with letting Taylor so close, after years no physical contact with other humans at all, his body reacted overtly sensitive to every little thing Taylor did to him. Almost like a starved man enjoying his first proper meals in ages.

Hike turned his head slightly, eyes half-lidded and somewhat unfocused, as he tried to coerce Taylor into kissing him. "More", he sighed against Taylor's lips and then, after vaguely remembering Taylor's playful scold about being demanding earlier, he added almost shyly: "Please."

[hike-the-dad]

Only here for the cake

@taylorkeyweddingdad ​ 💖’d for a starter

"I cannot understand, why they are getting married", Hike muttered, as he helped Taylor to rearrange the flower decorations, the florist had apparently messed up. (The bride's opinion, not Hike’s, mind you!) When Taylor gave him a look, he shrugged unimpressed, but pressed on, his voice soft enough to only be heard by his friend, who somehow had managed to rope him into helping out once again.

"No really! I mean, apart from the fact that they haven't exchanged any more words, than absolutely necessary, since we arrived, she keeps making goo-goo-eyes at the priest and if he stares at your butt like that, one more time, I fear, I will have to punch him on Hugo's behalf."

Hike just couldn't fathom, why two people would want to burden themselves with a needlessly expensive marriage, when they were as compatible as pickles with chocolate-sauce.