( his victory glee becomes a gasp because oh? okay, they're doing this. what's he expecting? william being agreeable is the best thing that can happen. he's currently hung up on being held up bodily, what with being built like a shit brick house and usually being the one doing the heavy lifting. he nods, swallows the lump in his throat and obliges his own curiosity. it's not like he's never seen a guy naked before. sports. not in this context and not while he's the one doing the undressing.
sweatpants are easily removable and he pushes them down unceremoniously with his underwear if william even bothered, mindful of his dick. archie doesn't allow himself to stare, just wrenches his shirt over his head and over the back of the couch. how does he do things? not by thinking. time to cut that crap out. it's less challenging with all the layers gone to clumsily press their dicks together, held together in some fashion with his thumb and middle finger. good luck with him more or less crashing their mouths together, mumbling: ) No more talking.
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sweatpants are easily removable and he pushes them down unceremoniously with his underwear if william even bothered, mindful of his dick. archie doesn't allow himself to stare, just wrenches his shirt over his head and over the back of the couch. how does he do things? not by thinking. time to cut that crap out. it's less challenging with all the layers gone to clumsily press their dicks together, held together in some fashion with his thumb and middle finger. good luck with him more or less crashing their mouths together, mumbling: ) No more talking.