legitobsessed
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Dead Poet's honor.
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Danny thought this Sunday morning would be different
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The 21st century is when everything changes, even if it doesn't happen until next year.
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Autumn 1960.
Overstreet, you're a dick.
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Christopher’s chest heaved once, followed by the sound of a stifled sob. Like a dam breaking, he hunched over slightly, shoulders shaking.
He was crying. Why would he be—
Oh.
He looked up at Eddie, tears streaming down his red cheeks, the dark makeup around his eyes somehow unaffected.
“I’m gay,” he confessed between shaky breaths, his voice cracking over the words.
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Eddie refuses to raise himself
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24 Aug 2025
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No one was meant to witness him like this—so exposed—in the blue satin panties that stood out starkly against his hairy legs, awkwardly paired with his department tee and high socks.
He’d only planned to indulge for a moment—borrowing them from Buck’s stash while he was out running errands.
He could only sip the air, nearly panting, quick and shallow, as Buck pried his legs apart, settling between them on his knees, his own thighs spread enough to keep Eddie from closing his again.
Being so exposed, the cool air tickled spaces that would otherwise be concealed, and the blue satin strained to hold him. His dick throbbed, ached to be touched, desperate for any friction, deep in his groin straight through his thighs, the tension and need to fuck, to rut and grind made it so hard to stay still, but he did—because something about the way Buck studied him made him wait.
And if this was what Buck felt when their roles were reversed, now Eddie understood the fuck-dumb state he’d slip into, the soft and pliable and sweet place he’d go—because right now, Eddie was very close to that himself.
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