( will's definitely naked and kate's getting there, his gaze sweeping over newly exposed skin as she swiftly tugs her top over her head, of toned muscle when her hands pull away from his so she can get herself out of the rest. he can't help but gawk appreciatively as he falls back against the couch cushions —
gawks so much that it takes him a second to start bringing himself out of the needy stupor he's found himself in, realize that she's not just letting out an expletive he's pretty much internalizing this whole time, because shit, is she hot, and shit, does he want her to ride him, and —
kate's asking a question. one that's probably pretty important, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second like that might bring him out of this heady daze. ) No, ( the short answer. not a very helpful one. )
I mean — uhh, maybe ... maybe, over in my wallet. Fuck. ( shit fuck goddamnit is like an endless mantra in his head, on a loop with jesus fuck i want you so bad. he never worried about this shit in eudio — even when he was regularly getting laid, which was like eighty years ago and something he doesn't want to be thinking about right now — 'cause that place was one big fuckfest and they always promised that stds weren't a thing and that you couldn't get pregnant unless you wanted to, as if that even made any kind of sense. christ, what a disaster.
there's a part of him that wants to tell her fuck it, it's fine, they'll be careful, they're desperate, whatever — and then there's a newfound part of him that tells him that maybe he should keep his fucking mouth shut. )
this is completely why and how he got his gf pregnant and ruined his own life 💀
gawks so much that it takes him a second to start bringing himself out of the needy stupor he's found himself in, realize that she's not just letting out an expletive he's pretty much internalizing this whole time, because shit, is she hot, and shit, does he want her to ride him, and —
kate's asking a question. one that's probably pretty important, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second like that might bring him out of this heady daze. ) No, ( the short answer. not a very helpful one. )
I mean — uhh, maybe ... maybe, over in my wallet. Fuck. ( shit fuck goddamnit is like an endless mantra in his head, on a loop with jesus fuck i want you so bad. he never worried about this shit in eudio — even when he was regularly getting laid, which was like eighty years ago and something he doesn't want to be thinking about right now — 'cause that place was one big fuckfest and they always promised that stds weren't a thing and that you couldn't get pregnant unless you wanted to, as if that even made any kind of sense. christ, what a disaster.
there's a part of him that wants to tell her fuck it, it's fine, they'll be careful, they're desperate, whatever — and then there's a newfound part of him that tells him that maybe he should keep his fucking mouth shut. )