Eventually, strong arms gathered him in. A hand wrapped around his lenght and stroked, even though he went half-fllacid with the alcohol. Getting off would be a struggle. Matt pressed his face into the the crook of a neck, not really caring about that part.
He was too tired to care about anything at all. Exhausted far beyond any limits. The world swayed around him; it was pleaseant and terrifying.
He clung to his anchor like it was a lifeline, because it was. The arms held him closer. "I can't believe you wanted this," Weasley said.
Fill, maybe...? - part 5/5
Eventually, strong arms gathered him in. A hand wrapped around his lenght and stroked, even though he went half-fllacid with the alcohol. Getting off would be a struggle. Matt pressed his face into the the crook of a neck, not really caring about that part.
He was too tired to care about anything at all. Exhausted far beyond any limits. The world swayed around him; it was pleaseant and terrifying.
He clung to his anchor like it was a lifeline, because it was. The arms held him closer. "I can't believe you wanted this," Weasley said.
"Shudd'up."