We Don't Talk Anymore (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

"Y'all asked fir it, sugar.." He smirked, pulling him close.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"All I did was send you pictures~ And a few videos~ What's the real thing gonna do to you~?" He askes.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Drive me up the goddamn wall." He answered, petting Jack's long ears.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I always love driving you up the wall, though~ You know that~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Yeah, you do.." He said and kissed him gently, "I don't mind~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I love you, Clyde..~" He said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I love you, too, Jack.." He said softly, "I can't stay much longer though.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"You can go, baby~ Just look forward to it, okay~?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He nodded, "I will...behave now, ok?" He said and sat up, giving a small chuckle.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"You know I can't do that~" He said with a wink.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He laughed again and climbed out of bed to get dressed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

The days crawled by until finally, Jack was able to surprise him. He wore the outfit under a long coat, thankfully it was cold so it wasn't suspicious.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Clyde had been at practice for hours, and usually when he was stuck in practice for longer than needed, he was pent up and stressed. Perfect for fucking.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He swallowed a bit and shifted, the plug making it hard to sit still.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Finally, practice was at an end and Jack watched them all pile into the locker room and eventually all pile out. All except Clyde.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise and slowly moved to into the locker room. "Clyde..?" He called.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Yeah?" He called back, "That you, Jack?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Y-Yeah, it's me.. is uh.. it safe..?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Yeah, I said I would lock up for coach, you're good." He said.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I'll close this door then.." He said as he closed and locked up the front door, moving over to try and find him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

When he did, Clyde was in the middle of undressing; standing there in only his jock strap. He looked so fucking good.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He shuddered hard and moved to part the coat and drop it. There it was, there was the outfit. The skirt barely covering his ass.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He clenched his fists tightly and he nearly slammed his locker shut before beckoning him closer.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He moved closer and added a little sway to his step. "Yeah, baby~?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"That looks really fuckin good." He hissed, "Wanna join me in the showers?"