fucking roast me smut overflow bc wtf is wrong with us

[dicksiplinary]

[ from here.

Seifer seeths as Andrea jukes his grip. For a second, at least. Then, yeah, he guesses it makes sense. Kind of lame to not just go along with it no matter what's being said, but Seifer's used to fucking around with people who are overly sensitive about unimportant shit. (Like enthusiastic consent? Seifer godammit.)

Still. He should just let it go. Does he really want to know how far he'd let this go? Especially now that Andrea isn't in his immediate sight and that confused din in his head is dying down. He could just languish here after a good nut, clear his head, spend some time laughing about how he got some poor, unsuspecting schmuck to jerk him off in an alley when he's not even really into that kind of thing. Like, at all. He thinks, and then looks down to fit himself back into his trousers and realizes he's sprouting a little chub all over again.

Man, fuck this. ]

I'm just playin'.

[ He whirls around, grinning brightly as he advances. Plants his hands on the wall beside Andrea's head and leans in close. ]

Don't gotta get into such a tizzy about it. C'mon. You gonna run off in a huff, or...

[ He coaxes Andi's chin up on the pads of his fingers, running his tongue over his lip. ]

You gonna show me somethin' like you said?