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[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ where fletcher might have had it hard growing up, beau had been handed everything on a silver platter. his parents were happily married — at least to everyone on the outside — in their east coast mansion... but beau had ran far, far away from them, opting to do something he loved and suffer through the student loans. things were stressful without a safety net, but beau at least had fletcher. when things were too much for him and forgot the basics — like doing laundry or cooking for himself — fletcher would pick up his slack without even being asked. no one had ever cared for him in that way before, and beau was starting to feel a complex rush of emotions blossoming for the boy with the wavy curls. "it is when y'know 'm gonna look at'cha," beau replied with a grin. "and y'know i'm horny as hell, and you still parade around here practically naked. c'mon, now, princess. y'know what you're doing." he wasn't playing games with fletcher. everything he'd said, he meant. it was fletcher that beau thought of as of late — not his girlfriend, not the girls he tried to get off to on his phone. "don't change, baby girl. i love it," he whispered, fingers brushing away a strand of curls from fletcher's forehead. "gonna wanna keep you to myself. might share you every now and then, but you'll always be mine," beau explained. he was possessive, and he might have a jealous streak that fletcher hadn't learned about yet. he wanted to be the one who could please fletcher like no other, that he'd be addicted to his kiss and his touch. they were off to a good start, it seemed as fletcher went in for another sloppy kiss just seconds after their first. beau welcomed it; his lips moved in tandem with fletcher's, letting their tongues massage against each other. he moaned into the smaller boy's mouth, hands grasping at fletcher's ass. "don't apologize, baby. i love it," he assured him softly. "gonna take care of you too. promise." he could be soft and sweet but downright dirty the next moment. he was sure fletcher's head was spinning, but that was what he wanted. beau wanted to overwhelm him with pleasure. "you're catchin' on. you're gonna be a natural on camera, baby," beau went on. "that ass was made to get wrecked. can't even imagine how many boys are gonna be beatin' their meat to it, wishin' they were me 'cause you're mine." soon enough, that pretty face was looking up at beau, feet pressed firmly against his nose. his toes wiggled against his skin, a smug grin ever-present on his lips. he could tell fletcher was enjoying himself, and it was pretty obvious beau was too by how he palmed himself through the fabric of his grey sweatpants. "yeah, you do, baby. 's fuckin' hot watchin' you down there. you're already addicted to daddy's feet, just from kissin' 'em," beau said with a soft groan. "nah, baby, she doesn't. think you were made to take her place. bet you'd love that. bet you've been thinkin' about this whole time — how you could treat me better than her. she thinks my feet are gross, but you're such a little slut y'want 'em all the time. no matter how rank they are." he'd never seen someone so attracted to himself before, and that just thrilled beau to his core. he wanted every part of fletcher, needed it even. fletcher paid each inch of his foot attention; it impressed beau. he could tell this wasn't just a fluke, that this was something fletcher had craved for a long time. beau certainly wasn't going to disappoint his little princess. "y'look like such a whore down there, fletchy. want you to go stupid on 'em. don'tcha ever think about holding back. show me why you're better than her. show me why you need daddy's sweaty feet," beau instructed. he fished his cock out of his sweats, that massive length smacking against his abdomen. his hand wrapped around the base, gliding slowly upward. "cum from daddy's feet. ruin those pants. you're my little 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙜 aren't you fletchy? say it to me."

fletcher reid had a babyface and a checkered past. his parents split before he was born, and his father never bothered coming around. his therapist seemed to connect that abandonment to his undying need for heterosexual male validation, but fletcher had gotten over that a long time ago. at least he thought he did, until beau came into his life. his new roommate was hot, charismatic, sweet, and completely unavailable — which, coincidentally, was precisely his type. fletcher was hesitant to get involved with someone so similar to the men in his past, but beau had brought down his guard so easily. it would have been pathetic, if it wasn't so hot. "walking around in my own home isn't showing off, you doofus!" fletcher groaned. "it is not my fault that you're too horny for your own good." guys like beau were a total mystery to fletcher. fletcher's head was spinning, trying desperately to make sense of everything the boy was saying. he could hardly believe beau had actual feelings for him — he could understand wanting to make a bit of extra money, but the idea that it could lead to something real was mind-boggling. "what can i say, daddy? 's just what you do to me," he replied, lips curled into a smirk. "you can keep me to yourself, or you can whore me out to whoever you want — 's all up to you, daddy." fletcher's hazel eyes were wide as beau's lips met his own, a whimper slipping past his lips. the last thing he expected from beau was a kiss, but he relaxed into it. just as beau was going to pull away, something carnal took over fletcher's body and pulled him back in. he dug his fingers into the boy's hair, tongue slipping past his lips as he deepened the kiss. "s-sorry... wasn't ready for it to end," fletcher breathed out. "uh, yeah. waffles and eggs is fine w-with me." he couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. the moment was sweeter than any candy fletcher ever consumed, but filth still dripped from beau's lips. fletcher could not yet tell what he'd gotten himself into, but he didn't care. "don't care about anyone but you, daddy. everybody else is just for fun, for views — but i'm your little slut," he assured. "'m all yours, my little pussy is all yours." before he knew it, beau's sinful little game was taken one step further. fletcher was down on his knees, flushed face pressed between the other's sweaty feet. he nuzzled into beau's soles, inhaling his masculine scent with every breath. "but she's not me, daddy. i know what a man like you needs," fletcher teased, pressing a soft kiss to each of his toes. "she wouldn't know what to do with these big, sweaty feet, would she? she wouldn't be willing to get down on her knees and clean them for you after the gym. but me? i want 'em as filthy as i can get them — and i want you to tell me how nasty i am while i worship them." without a second thought, fletcher gave beau his cellphone and turned his attention back to those feet. he lathered his sweaty soles with his tongue, keeping his eyes fixed on beau. fletcher took each toe into his mouth before slipping his tongue between each of them, moaning softly at the taste. "i don't just love your feet, daddy — i'm obsessed with them," fletcher said with a smirk. "been wanting them for weeks, but you know that already. it's ashley that needs to know that there's always someone willing to do what you want — a dirty fucking slut who will worship your boyfriend's feet whenever he wants."