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Heavy Dirty Soul
a Beasts in the Boroughs au featuring strangler!Matt, killer!Charlie, and Kacey (ofc)
In collaboration with @abeastoftheborough @asthehourspass
The soothing blaze of crisp menthol burns through Matt’s lungs as he inhales the smoke deeply, sinking further into the rough brick of the building that he was leaning against. Pulling the cap of his hat down to better conceal his identity, his eyes track the pretty thing he’s been watching for the last few days. She runs from one building to the next, hopping over the puddles to ensure that her expensive pumps don’t get soaked and stopping under every awning in between to avoid the worst of the rain. She wasn’t going to get very far at this rate; not that she would ever make it to her destination tonight anyway. No, he had plans for her.
Matt never thought he would get this opportunity again. The opportunity to indulge. After the incident in Washington and his near-capture, he had fled to New York to get lost in one of the biggest cities in the world. Starting over had been the easy part; he had started over more times than he could count but the need to do so to such a large degree had never been necessary before. Never until now did he have to give his identity a complete overhaul; new home, new job, new ID, new person. Hand in pocket, he rubs his thumb and fingers together where the identifying ridges used to mark the flesh, now smooth with new scarring to eliminate any suspicion should his past ever catch up to him. He had to be more careful here, he couldn’t afford to make any more major mistakes– practice makes perfect and he intended to perfect his practice.
Stubbing out the butt of his cigarette, he pushes off from his resting spot and follows a couple of blocks behind the woman as she gets further and further away from the safety of her home.
Matt lets out a huff of irritation, mostly with himself, succumbing once again to the disappointment of his carelessness. He squats to inspect the fresh body and observes her back carefully, looking for any signs of breathing. Nothing. Removing a dark leather glove from his hand he lifts her wrist and places his fingers on the pulse point, finding… nothing. With a sigh, Matt releases her, watching the perfectly manicured hand fall limp to the damp pavement with no resistance.
Well shit… that didn’t go as planned. He had hoped to have more time to play with her before her inevitable demise but he got too excited— too caught in the moment of watching the coloring of her pretty face transition into a darker hue.
He rises from his squatted position and paces the small confines of the dark alleyway, panic and anger settling in as he tries to think of his next move. With a growl, his hand curls into a fist and he hits the nearest brick wall, over and over again until red droplets and scrapes marr his knuckles, the pain giving his brain enough of a reprieve to think clearly and come up with a plan. Bloody fingers comb through his curly mop, leaving pink streaks in the light hair as he paces the small confines of the alleyway and he assesses his options. Eventually, his eyes land on the dumpster a final time and a defeated sigh escapes him as he realizes that this is his only choice. Matt places the black cap snuggly back on his head and slides his glove back on before getting to work on disposing of the body.
The slam of the dumpster lid hitting the wall of the building behind it echoes through the small space and Matt is met with the wafting scent of decaying city trash. With any luck, the pick up services wouldn’t run for another day or two and by then he would be long gone. He hefts the limp body over his shoulder and does his best to slide her over the lip of the steel box. Just as he gets the second leg over the ledge and rummages some of the full trash bags over the corpse to conceal his deed, a voice speaks from several feet away, startling Matt into a defensive stance as the lid smacks back down.
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“How did last night go? Did Jason say he’d take you out again?”
The flat, almost dull thud of two pairs of sneakers reverberate in the large lecture hall as a couple of first year students shuffle in tiredley, their hair barely in place and coffees purchased from the nearby Starbucks held firmly in hand.
“No, but that’s okay, I don’t think I’m all that into him, to be honest. He was so boring and to make it worse-”
The sounds of their chatter dies out, fading into the background as Charlie shifts his focus to the leather shoulder bag he’s plopped down onto the desk in front of him, now pulling various items from in order to get himself ready for the morning’s first class. It’s always the same conversations gracing his classroom on bright, sunny mornings such as this: anecdotes of dates gone bad, ungodly things experienced at frats, all of which are accompanied by utterly exhausted students who wish to be anywhere but this room.
A stack of syllabuses is organized neatly at the left hand corner of the wooden desk and as Charlie reaches for his bag in preparation of storing it away for the duration of the class, movement near the class’ entryway captures his attention. He lifts his head and glances in that direction, greeted by the sight of a student who instantly stands out from the rest.
Like the others, she holds a coffee in one hand and her reading materials in the other, but unlike the others, her hair sits perfectly in place, cascading down past her shoulders which - like the rest of her - is lightly tanned as if she has just come back from some far flung destination. The pearl necklace that sits around her neck is a delicate one, small like her stature, he notes silently. The gold of the earrings she wears catches and reflects the sun that pours in through the nearby windows, sending a near blinding streak of light across Charlie’s eyes and yet…he finds that he cannot look away.
It feels as if it takes no time at all to get her under his proverbial spell, but then again, Charlie has never had any trouble in this department. His wiles and charm are his most valuable assets and never has he been one to shy away from utilizing either to his advantage. He has long since learned her name, but he calls her Kitten; it is a nickname born out of manipulation but the more time he is around her, the more he discovers just how much he enjoys her presence. She, he finds, loves the term of endearment and so he continues referring to her as such.
His Kitten is a feisty one, a trait that he would typically find to be anything but desirable considering his extracurricular activities, but there is also an air of submission that allows him to continue his nightly habits without disruption. She stays away when instructed and comes when called and - at least for the time being - she never gives him any shit for it. He feels like the god that he is and, for the first time in his life, he thinks that he may be able to have both his carnal and romantic desires sated simultaneously.
With a routine unimpeded by his new-found relationship, Charlie once again finds himself in the darkened alleyways of the urban landscape. Hidden amongst the shadows of towering buildings, he watches a most interesting scene unfold before him.
There is an air of panic in the way the unidentified male paces the slender width of the alley only further punctuated by the swiping of a hand through their hair. Charlie watches silently, his presence seemingly undetected as the other man slides a pair of gloves back onto his hands and makes a rather careless move though…Charlie supposes he really does have no other option at this point.
A tut of disapproval and disappointment sounds as Charlie’s tongue clicks off the roof of his mouth, simultaneously stepping forward to make himself known. “Dumping a body in the dumpster,” he asks incredulously. “Bit amateur hour, don’t you think? Though…” Charlie pauses, his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes sliding from the dumpster to the man he now shares the alley with. “...Judging by the look of things, I’d venture to guess that this night hasn’t exactly gone according to plan.”
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Strangler!Matt RP Master Post
18+ | Content Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
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This blog contains subjects including, but not limited to: strangulation, murder, noncon, dubcon, death, torture, blood, depictions of graphic violence, dead bodies, pyromania, mentions of physical and sexual abuse, choking, Daddy kink, impact play, pet play, bondage, multi/group sex, toxic relationships, hard kinks
Anything on this post is subject to change at any time
Current RP Threads
MCK au (Matt x Kacey x Charlie) | Masterlist
Katt au - Matt x KC (OFC) | Masterlist (hiatus)
Follow Adam for some Mackler (Matt x Sackler) action (hiatus)
Killer!Solo Twins + Meg AU | Masterlist (hiatus)
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¹⁸⁺ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ, ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ.
ᴬˢᵏˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ. ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.
ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁽ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ: ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ / ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ⁿᵒⁿᶜᵒⁿ / ᵈᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ, ᵗᵒˣⁱᶜ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵈʸⁿᵃᵐⁱᶜˢ, ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ / ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳ ᵈʸⁿᵃᵐⁱᶜˢ, ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ, ᵃˡᶜᵒʰᵒˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ & ᵐᵒʳᵉ⁾, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍˡʸ.
ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁿᵉʳˢʰⁱᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ @stranglermatt & @abeastoftheborough.
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【ＭＣＫ Ｍａｓｔｅｒ Ｐｏｓｔ】
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟��𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.
𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛: 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎: 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑/𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @asthehourspass & @stranglermatt. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎.
【Ｍａｓｔｅｒ Ｌｉｓｔ】
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#MCK#Beasts in the Boroughs#asthehourspass#stranglermatt#cw: noncon#cw: dubcon#cw: daddy kink#cw: violence#cw: murder#cw: death#cw: toxic relationship#cw: toxic relationship dynamics#cw: alcohol consumption#cw: sexual content
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18+ dividers in some neutrals (click for better quality - please show some love if you'd like to use!)
18+ in pastels | more dividers
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Espresso Messo Post Dividers —
Here again with a set of Post Dividers with a Beige and Brown theme. Only this time, I went a little over board!
You can find [ 30 ] different dividers, solids, dashed, patterned, textured, like I said, I had more fun with this palette than I intended too. The base is 500px with alternating heights of 8px, 10px, 25px and 50px !
These can be edited as needed and credit is not mandatory, but a like or reblog is always appreciated.
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Hey, Dad, I made you something.
🖤🖤🖤
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How thoughtful. Though, perhaps it is you who should be wearing such a gift, given that it is you who is my cum slut, after all.
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Happy Dad--'s Day, Charlie 😌😈😘
I believe you're missing a syllable, Matthew, however this mug is very much appreciated if not overly relevant. I'll think of you each time that I reach for it.
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Little One
Fuck this day.
Fuck this day and everyone in it.
Not a single thing had gone according to plan during rehearsals. Four of the crew had called off sick and those who did manage to make an appearance seemed to have the direction-following ability of a three year old. And Charlie… Well, Charlie had been on edge all day, barking out commands and sneering in disdain with the pitiful display put on for him by those who could be bothered to show face.
“That’s enough,” he’d shouted, voice echoing with a boom in the otherwise empty theater, effectively grinding everything to an immediate halt. With an irritated dismissal, he’d waited for everyone to exit before ensuring every last piece of equipment had been shut down for the day.
Now, he stands on the train, hand wrapped firmly around the cool metal of one of the many poles that lines the train car in order to steady himself during the ride. He should have taken today off like Matt had suggested last night when the aggression had begun, but just as he’s done time and time again, he doesn’t listen. The theater is his livelihood, one misstep, one canceled practice could mean the end of the perfection that he has so painstakingly created.
But now he is regretting this choice entirely.
With each passing second, Charlie can feel himself growing more and more restless. Nearby an omega that is on a heavy dose of scent blockers looks his way, undoubtedly able to smell the sudden spike in his own aroma due to the irritation that courses through his veins. In another life, if he were another person—were she not on blockers and he not mated—this situation would be going much, much different. But she smells like chemicals and all things unpleasant to him now, and there is only one person that can quell this ever rising sense of unease.
It is a two block walk from the subway station and Charlie is using his gait to his advantage now, allowing the long stride to carry him quickly to the building that houses the apartment that he shares with Matt. He foregos the elevator and insteads heads into the stairwell where takes the stairs two at a time until he reaches his floor. Effortlessly, he removes his keys from his pocket, the metal jangling melodically as he sticks one of them into the deadbolt to unlock the door.
The door opens and closes, slamming and rattling the nearby artwork that decorates the wall of the entryway. Usually neat and meticulous, Charlie kick off his shoes, uncaring of where they land in the hall as sock-covered feet now carry him into the living room where he spots his mate. Matt rises up from his spot on the couch, brows furrowing undoubtedly in response to Charlie’s treatment of the door.
“What are you—”
The words die on Matt’s tongue, cut off by the pressing of Charlie’s lips against his own and the intrusion of his tongue as his hands lift to frame Matt’s face to keep him in place during this frantic and needy assault.
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Only once he has been assured that Matt is alright to continue, Charlie resumes his position behind him at the foot of the bed.
Perhaps he had been too careless, too heavy-handed with the leather belt that he picks back up. But Charlie had informed Matthew of the rules, and he knew that the blonde was well aware of them by now. And so the three extra biting smacks of the belt into Matt's rapidly reddening skin is warranted and deserved.
The metal buckle pulls the remainder of the belt to the floor with a loud clatter when Charlie releases his hold on it for a final time, allowing it to rest on the floor as his hands occupy themselves with another task, now popping open the buttons of his shirt one by one until the fabric falls open to reveal the t-shirt beneath. Charlie shrugs out of the first and pulls the second up and over his head, discarding both to the floor below.
"What did I tell you about being a brat, hmm?"
Though the question goes unanswered, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that Matt's jaw is working overtime, teeth grinding in a bid to ensure that any semblance of a response stays trapped in that smart mouth of his.
Rather than dole out more punishments, Charlie allows this singular moment of insubordination among many to slip by without any repercussion. Instead, Charlie focuses on popping open the buttons of his pants, the slide of the metal zipper following. As the pool around his ankles he speaks again.
“If you continue to rut against the mattress like that you’ll only end up with that ruined orgasm that I know you don’t want, Matthew.”
The final remaining layers now removed, Charlie reaches for his cock, allowing himself one long, luxurious stroke that elicits a hiss on the inhale.
“Tell me what you need,” Charlie says, now reaching out with his free hand to caress and soothe the irritated redness that now cover’s Matt’s ass.
Hello, Matthew. Daddy's home.
Fuck you, Charlie. I said I wasn't gonna call you that...
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There's something to be said for the sight before him.
Seeing that insubordinate little brat—his brat—tethered to his bed and fully at his mercy sends a rush of pleasure straight to his cock, the appendage filling out to near fullness in the confines of his slacks.
The slight, almost imperceptible movements of Matt's hips does not go unnoticed by Charlie. Slowly, with eyes still focused on Matt's bare body, he folds the onyx leather belt in half, his hand tightening into a fist around the space where the ends meet. Abruptly, and without warning, Charlie sends the belt whipping through the calm air of the room to crack against the skin of Matt's ass.
"Ow, FUCK," Matt cries out in immediate response, his body jolting at the sensation. "What the fuck, Charlie?!"
Another quick smack! is doled out, eliciting a growl of frustration from the blonde. Even in spite of the restraints that keep in effectively pinned down to the bed, Matt still attempts to use the slight give to his advantage, wriggling away from Charlie just enough. A large hand wraps around Matt's ankle and yanks him back into place before a third blow is dealt, this one harder than the previous two.
"You're going to lay here and take every—" Smack! "—hit—" Smack! "—I give you. And you're going to behave—" Smack! "—aren't you, Matthew?"
Hello, Matthew. Daddy's home.
Fuck you, Charlie. I said I wasn't gonna call you that...
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It's tempting, truly...
Matt's cock is every bit as flushed as the rest of him and it would be so easy for Charlie to lean over and press kiss after kiss along its girth, to trace the prominent veins with his tongue and to taste the salty essence that will inevitably come when Matt twitches and throbs in the wet warmth of Charlie's mouth. But rather than lean in, he removes his hand from Matt once more.
There is a growl of protest at the loss of contact; this, coupled with Matt's earlier reluctant compliance, has Charlie's cock stirring to life rather quickly.
"No," he says matter-of-factly, "I don't think I will." Charlie rises from his spot on the bed, the mattress' springs groaning with the movement. "You've been a brat all day." The familiar faint clink of his belt buckle can be heard as deft fingers make quick work of the fastening. "And brats don't get the reward of Daddy's mouth."
The thwip of the belt can be heard as Charlie effortlessly removes it from around his waist, allowing it to dangle from his right hand when he speaks again. "Turn around, Matthew. I want you on all fours."
Hello, Matthew. Daddy's home.
Fuck you, Charlie. I said I wasn't gonna call you that...
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The growl of frustration that Matt emits following the release of Charlie’s hand on Matt’s cock is enough to cause Charlie’s smirk to broaden all the more.
Matt’s cock gives a hearty throb within the silky confines of his boxers, smearing more of the pearly precum against the smooth fabric. Saliva pools in Charlie’s mouth as the urge to bend down and taste him through the fabric grows to a near overwhelming degree—but by some semblance of a miracle, he manages to tap into the seemingly bottomless well of patience and refrains from giving both himself and Matt the start of what they both want.
Charlie’s darkened gaze flickers back up to Matt’s just as his hand once again wraps around Matt’s thick cock. Just as before, he gives slow, tentative strokes, taking time to brush his thumb along the underside of the sensitive head. Over and over again, Charlie brings Matt dangerously close to the precipice, leaving him dangling precariously at the edge each time as he removes his hand from an increasingly frustrated Matt.
He doesn’t dare hide the enjoyment that he’s deriving from seeing his companion flushed and agitated. Perhaps Matt is finally feeling the frustration he brings upon Charlie daily.
“Say it, Matthew,” he says, reaching for him again. “Little brats like you don’t get to cum. But…” Charlie squeezes him a little tighter, strokes him a little faster. “…if you’re good for me, if you address me properly, I’ll let you cum.”
Hello, Matthew. Daddy's home.
Fuck you, Charlie. I said I wasn't gonna call you that...
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Charlie's nostrils flare at the sight before him and his pupils dilate to swallow up the hazel of his irises.
This certainly is not the first time that he's caught Matt with a pair of his stolen briefs nor does he suspect that it will be the last, but it is not the pair of black cotton underwear that is draped across his companion's face that has Charlie's rapt attention. It is, instead, the outline of Matt's cock straining against the silky fabric of the boxers that he wears and the growing wet patch from his self-inflicted teasing.
Charlie tuts in disapproval as he takes a step forward, the hardwood floorboards creaking with his weight. "If it's Daddy's cock you want, then you know how to ask for it. These," he says, reaching forward to snatch away the underwear from Matt's face once he's close enough, "are a poor substitute."
He can't help but smirk when Matt peers up at him with his all too familiar look of irritation. "Fuck off and give me those back."
Pocketing the pair, Charlie shakes his head and takes a seat at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath him when he does so. "Ask me nicely."
"Fuck off, Dad," comes Matt's retort almost immediately.
Charlie's jaw ticks with visible agitation at the abhorrent display of insubordination. With a firm smack he bats away Matt's hand and replaces it with his own as he now grasps Matt's cock over the silky texture of his boxers. Slowly, teasingly, he gives a languid stroke. "Ask. Me. Nicely."
Hello, Matthew. Daddy's home.
Fuck you, Charlie. I said I wasn't gonna call you that...
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