You want me to ask? ( the horror. william must have some large pockets to pack all that audacity in his sweatpants. archie's tongue presses roughly into his cheek, it's fine. the flush matches his hair. he can't get the corners of his mouth to stay in a line; he's flustered, not upset.

but he says climb me and archie's head jerks up, playful smile replaced with determination. hook, line, sinker. his palms travel higher up his bare abdomen, navigating by touch because he's not breaking eye contact when he shoves william backward. one firm push and his own knees hit the cushions next, boxing him in. he's hovering, one hand on the back of the couch. he has to tip william's face up with his thumb and index finger at his jaw. )

To sit on you. ( maybe like that, maybe not. ) I wanna feel you come apart because of me. I want to taste you. ( their opposite states of undress are problematic currently, but they can fix that. ) I want everything.

But uh...I might be bad at it.