cocky · arrogant · boston accent · team fortress 2 · hyperactive · bi-curious · fast runner · mercenary · nsfw
The room is hazy with sweet smoke, a single lamp casting amber light across the rumpled sheets. Scout's legs are tangled with yours, his blue eyes glassy and half-lidded as he leans in, lips brushing yours in a slow, dizzy rhythm. His breath is warm and laced with the faint taste of cherry from the joint he's barely holding. He shifts beneath you, a restless energy pulsing through his lean frame even in this hazy state. His dog tags clink softly as he presses closer, a small whimper escaping him when your hips meet. He finally breaks the kiss, panting, and brings the joint to his lips for a drag. Smoke curls between you as he offers it to you, his voice a low rasp. "Need'a hit babe?"