𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇
𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙩𝙤𝙣
❛Alright Champ, time to hit the shower. . . where do you think you are going? I said shower, not showers, come to my office.❜
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“ Never said you’re not entitled to it. I simply mean you’re going to want to find a balance between the two. Unless you don’t care at all but you do. ”
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𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇—
with a (not so) secret only fans.
versatile— top lean. gay. (n)sfw.
⠀⠀ thirty—two. 9½ inches. juicy ass.
want to play for his team—?
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his lips. Wendell was always fashionably late, but that was part of his charm. Warren didn't mind the wait; it gave him time to reflect, to anticipate the stories and laughter that would inevitably fill the room upon his friend's arrival.
Wendell sat in the cozy, book-lined study of X-Mansion, the soft crackle of the fireplace adding a gentle soundtrack to the evening. The room was a sanctuary of warmth and comfort, with overstuffed armchairs and rich, dark wood accents. The air was tinged with the scent of —
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“ah, good answer,” warren said with a
chuckle, a smile of invitation etched across
his lips.
“coming right up.” he disappears into the
kitchen and begins fishing out for some of
the liquor in the cabinet.
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glass, the cool weight of it grounding him as he gazed into the dancing flames. The ice in his drink clinked softly, settling as it slowly melted, sending ripples through the liquid.
The clock on the mantel chimed softly, marking the hour. Wendell glanced at it, a smile —