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2024-12-05
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2024-12-05
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Sober

Summary:

me and my irl friends came up with this iN ENGLISH WHILST WE WERE READING JOURNEYS END god i need sleep

stanhope is a pathetic bottom and you cant tell me otherwise but by popular consensus he tops :(((

EDIT: theres some content now (only abt 400 words but ill post nearly daily)

Chapter 1

Summary:

read this on the entire work setting also hi irl friends how you doin jamborghini

pretty please leave kudos and irl friends leave a guest comment

Chapter Text

Osborne groaned, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. He sat there for a couple of seconds, allowing himself a brief moment of respite from the sea of paper in front of him. He sighed; rising to his feet and blearily glancing at the work for only a second before turning and stumbling through the open door towards Dennis' quarters. He should probably check the man was okay and not trying to drink himself to death again. He swung open Stanhope's door whilst staring at the floor then looked up-

The first thing he noticed was Dennis' face. His cheeks were bright pink; blush excessively vibrant against his dark hair. His pupils were dilated, his jaw hung loosely open and his hair sticking to his forehead - overall painting a picture of disarray. Then Osborne's eyes drifted down to where his hands were- Oh!

Osborne couldn't help the way his dick sprung to life and rubbed uncomfortably against his underwear. Not when Stanhope was moaning so prettily and his hands were rubbing desperately along his erect pink cock. Osbourne cleared his throat awkwardly, ignoring the tent forming in his pants.
"Sir;" he began. Stanhope's eyes opened slightly - still lust-filled slits - and his hands slowed almost to a stop.
"What is it, Uncle?" He slurred; almost moaned. He was clearly inebriated and not thinking clearly. "Can't you see I'm busy?" His hands came to a stop, still encircling his almost painfully hard dick. Osborne rubbed his legs together uncomfortably; desperate for any friction against his throbbing cock. "You interrupted me." He complained. Osborne swallowed. Stanhope seemed to notice his arousal, eyes gaining a predatory leer and wobbling to lean over Osborne; forcing him up against the door. His breath smelt like alcohol. "I have a good idea;" He breathed heavily. "Why don't you give me the orgasm you stole?" Good God, Osborne wanted that. But Dennis wasn't thinking clearly, and Osborne couldn't do that to him.

Suddenly, Stanhope rubbed his knee against Osborne's cock and he moaned needily. His body had made the decision for him.