( an unvoiced thought: he can come from this because he can get off from just about anything if he puts his mind and his hand to it, except. he didn't earlier. there's a part he wants to smack that raises the question, what if he can't? not because this isn't doing it for him ( it is ), but because fuck this medical study, that's why.
his lips smear along the line of william's, panting hotly against his mouth, reduced to a messy slide of their tongues, a graze of teeth. it's william's fault for making him slacken in the kiss, tugging at his hair like that. he's the one that said no talking. he can break that demand of silence if he wants to. one knee comes up, dragging william harder against him. he can't get any closer like this, not even with archie's hands exploring his back, digging into his shoulders. he tries anyway, persistent in his pursuit. he's impatient and restless, straining underneath him. )
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his lips smear along the line of william's, panting hotly against his mouth, reduced to a messy slide of their tongues, a graze of teeth. it's william's fault for making him slacken in the kiss, tugging at his hair like that. he's the one that said no talking. he can break that demand of silence if he wants to. one knee comes up, dragging william harder against him. he can't get any closer like this, not even with archie's hands exploring his back, digging into his shoulders. he tries anyway, persistent in his pursuit. he's impatient and restless, straining underneath him. )