( things to be known about archie: he's essentially malleable. grab him, push him, pull him and he yields like putty, taking the most desirable shape. he might look like toxic masculinity, complete with scars and sports, but he doesn't have a death grip on control. he's not so certain he's relishing the lack of tongue in his mouth because he's regaining thought. he's comparing. he's hyper-focusing. is he turned on by this or just turned on? there's a guy. there's a guy's hand wrapped around his dick and
( shitfuckgoddamnjesuschrist )
— that's the supplements, intensifying everything down to the teeth and lips on his neck.
except he's not this guy, the one that takes without reciprocation. )
I want... ( excuse the groan that clips his articulation. he's not emboldened enough to tug william's sweatpants ( and underwear??? ) down in one go but he does reach for him, palming and then cupping the outline of his dick through cotton. he wants to watch and he can't see. he should stroke but archie squeezes him slightly, a means to get his attention to stammer a demand. ) The couch. Now.
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( shitfuckgoddamnjesuschrist )
— that's the supplements, intensifying everything down to the teeth and lips on his neck.
except he's not this guy, the one that takes without reciprocation. )
I want... ( excuse the groan that clips his articulation. he's not emboldened enough to tug william's sweatpants ( and underwear??? ) down in one go but he does reach for him, palming and then cupping the outline of his dick through cotton. he wants to watch and he can't see. he should stroke but archie squeezes him slightly, a means to get his attention to stammer a demand. ) The couch. Now.