( feeling william’s dick up against him, regardless of all the layers between them is a lot. surprisingly not so much that he’s scared or weirded out, it’s different. the denim of his jeans is more restrictive but no less forgiving — he’s hard, he’s been hard, he might die hard. he’s sensitive as fuck. he’s not going to stop him.
he means to lick into william’s mouth, instead his head thuds back against the door. he doesn’t whine so small miracles, but it’s probably apparent he feels pretty wrecked without much stimulation. archie tips his face down to look, uses his other hand as leverage the at small of william’s back to push his own hips against him.
he splays the hand out on his neck, thumb venturing out to brush a line down william’s throat. not squeezing, just holding. then he does cover william’s mouth with his, parting his lips with an urgent tongue. )
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he means to lick into william’s mouth, instead his head thuds back against the door. he doesn’t whine so small miracles, but it’s probably apparent he feels pretty wrecked without much stimulation. archie tips his face down to look, uses his other hand as leverage the at small of william’s back to push his own hips against him.
he splays the hand out on his neck, thumb venturing out to brush a line down william’s throat. not squeezing, just holding. then he does cover william’s mouth with his, parting his lips with an urgent tongue. )