plan rathavit – Page 13 – The Last Good Bar

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LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Wish you would.

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Tin steps close to Can after being dragged into the locker room. The memory of how Ae had done the same to Pete rings in Tin’s mind. Pete did not admit to Tin what had happened afterwards, but Pete’s adamant refusal of Tin spoke volumes.

Would today be a repeat with him and Can?

Tin wonders what it would be like if Can stopped running his mouth right now. He wonders if Can’s lips are still soft and strawberry flavored, wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his dick. Wonders what the other parts of Can taste like, if they’re similarly addictive. Tin has thought about it plenty, letting his hands wander over Can’s body, finding all the places that would drive him mad.

What really gets Tin off though, is the thought of Can holding him down, having his way. Tin knows he’s a little taller, a little broader, but Can has been an athlete for a long time if the muscles in his legs are any indication. Tin has felt the strength in Can’s grip, and it sends shivers down his spine when he’s alone at night.

How would Can start? Would he be slow and teasing, doing his best to drive Tin mad? Or would he be fast and impulsive, raw and animalistic, bruises and bites all over, leaving Tin with an ache so deep it feels good? Tin lets his mind drift through his favorite fantasies while Can keeps ranting, working out his words and logic.

Can’s volume is increasing and Tin realizes that Can has been ranting at his resting bitch face for the last ten minutes.

“Fuck you!” Can says finally.

“I wish you would,” Tin says without realizing it.

“God, yes,” Can replies before pulling Tin in by his tie and kissing him.

Can’s lips are actually cherry flavored today, but no less addictive. And judging by the grip Can has on his tie, Tin thinks he’s going to find out which hypothesis is correct.