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maybe it was the beer in your system, but the fight happening infront of you was getting to be a but boring, a man with black hair and a blue sweater standing to your left must have felt the same way as he had begun to spark conversation mid brawl. "so, what brings you here tonight?" he took a drink before looking to you "i heard about this gig and thought it would be something fun to do, to get me out of the house." you mumbled "well, im glad you did. means i get to talk to a handsome man tonight" he flirted a loud 'POW' interrupted your conversation, you clutched your drink as you flinched, watching the lead singer of some random mediocre band explode into a cloud of smoke and coins. you had stopped at this gig after you heard about it from a friend of a friend. you honestly just expected to just down some cheap beer and chill but it all changed when a man named Mathew Patel bursted into the scene and decided to throw hands with the lead singer. the chaotic scene mixed with the buzz you had going on was a shitty mix.
"hey, wanna get out of here?" the brunette suggested. you agreed, seeing as everyone else was leaving. you took one last swig of your cheap beer for some liquid courage before he grabbed your hand and dragged you out the doors. you managed to free your hand and put on your coat before you froze in the toronto winter. you both were a little buzzed and clearly could not walk straight. bumping into eachother frequently before he reached for your hand and held it firmly. the scene felt to domestic for what was about to ensue.
"where are we even going?" you asked through drunken slurs "my place." he responded confidently
"woah woah woah, i dont even know your name." you giggled a little sarcasticlly, but also seriously. "well, im wallace wells. now can i take you home?" he glanced at you with a smug face. you shrugged and nodded, allowing him to lead the way to his home
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you both arrived at his doorstep. the second wallaces hands met the doornob he grabbed you by the fabric of your top and pulled you in. closing the door and kissing you into it. one hand still tugging at your shirt, the other locking the front door behind you. you balled your fists into his hair as you kissed him back, your tongues sloppily curling around and into eachother. breaking apart from the very messy kiss left some saliva rolling down your chin. you were both panting and staring at eachother in a lustful (or drunken) gaze. before he broke the silence
"sofa." was all he said before leading you to the couch in the middle of the space he lived in. pushing you into the seat before sitting atop of you, trapping you between his arms and legs, before continuing to make out with you. both of your drunken hands were roaming eachothers bodies. your hands slid under his shirt and up his bare back, making him shiver. his hand hooked onto the hem of your pants.
"can i suck you off ?" he asked very bluntly. the question giving you whiplash but you drunkenly responded "uh.. yeah yeah" you responded nonchalantly. he slid down onto his knees infront of you and started unzipping your pants before pulling them down, leaving you in your boxers. the reality of the situation made you realize you had drunkenly forgot you probably didnt have what hes looking for.
"wh-wh-wAIT" you panicked slightly and pushed his face away lightly with your palm on his face "we dont have to do this if you dont want to" he responded while grabbing your hand away from his face. "nonono its not that, i just.." you looked down deciding if you should break the news or just ask him to turn off the lights and go from there. "i uh.."
"..im trans" you looked to him for his response. he looked at you for a bit with empty eyes, his drunk brain still trying to process the information. "ok. dick is dick" he responded calmly before yanking your boxers down. your t dick standing proud, twitching and dripping. "WH-WAit what does that-" before you could finish your sentence he was already sucking on your t dick slopily like his life depended on it. the sudden pleasure plus your liquidized beer brain completely destroyed your filter. you let out a moan that would give a porn star a run for her money.
his tongue ran up and down your t dick while he sucked it. you dug your hand into his hair, pushing him further into you. he grunted slightly. his finger ran up your folds before sticking two fingers into your dripping boy cunt. fingers curling up into your g spot rapidly. the stimulation proving to be to much for you.
"wallace, wait- too mmuch. ffuckgonnacummm" you moaned out. he let go only for a second. his tongue sticking out and a string of your slick connected to it. he quickly moaned out "ffuck please cum in my mouth" before latching back on. he wrapped his arms around your legs, making you wrap your legs around him and his face into you. moaning out his name while reaching your climax. wallsce quickly lapped up your juices, some running down his chin.
coming down from your high, you pushed him away lazily. he whined lightly, his tongue out for a bit, before he pulled away and looked up at you with hazy eyes. he leaned back a bit to catch his breath, revealing his weaping cock out of his pants, spilling cum onto the floor infront of him. you panted slightly. both of you in blissful silence. "fuck, i think that was the best head ive gotten ever.." he chuckled before kissing your dick lightly.
"yeah?"
"yeah.."