My name is Izzie Rotschild and I'm 17. I'm a Junior at Malcolm Hunt, and I'm a writer. If you have any problems with that, or my girl's nickname, I'll just kindly ask you to fuck off.
this is rp.
Mason couldn’t help but watch Izzie’s reactions. Every noise he made and every face he made was causing Mason to feel all mushy inside. He laughed a bit when the other helped him flip over, now looking up at Izzie. “Baby… It’s in the drawer.” He said, pointing to one of the nightstand drawers. He giggled to himself as his boyfriend searched for lube and maybe other things.
Izzie went through the things on the drawer a little nervously, before finally finding the bottle of lube. He blushed a little when he thought of how they probably looked, tangled in each other as he tried to figure how to position himself. He settled for sitting on his thighs, then, between Mason’s legs, as he poured some of the lube on his palm. It felt cold and… weird, and he didn’t think he’d like to get that cold thing on his skin, so. He rubbed his hands against one another, feeling it get warmer. Frowning a little as he focused, he leaned over his boyfriend, trying not to think of the stain that it would leave on the sheets as he propped himself in one hand, looking down as he reached to smear the fluid over Mason’s hole, massaging it there as he bent down to look at him. “Tell me what to do…”
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