guilty pleasure;

Folding his clothes, August was crumpled up on his bed, sorting and halfheartedly tossing clothes into something resembling a square. He didn't really care a whole lot about getting wrinkled clothes-- they usually came out when he wore them anyway. His foot dangled from the bed, idly brushing over Gisa's coat as she purred contentedly below, nesting among the rejected clothes that had tumbled off the pile.
He paused for a moment when he heard a knock and a voice at his door, asking if he was home. Gisa took initiative, letting off a series of irritating alarm chirps. Pushing her head down like one would an alarm clock, August strode to his door, jerking it open to find William standing in his entryway.

The only thing he could come up with as far as a reason for his presence was another blanket fort. Well, at least his clean new sheets would get to be used. "Here for another blanket fort? Come in if you like." Stepping back to allow Bill to pass, August smiled a small bit. He hadn't expected such pleasant company.

Making a quiet huff sound as his body met the force of another body, August instinctively wrapped his arms around the other boy, mildly confused and alarmed by the kissing. He had already gotten one kiss out of Bill, and August was beginning to wonder if this was his way of greeting people. He didn't have too much time to think about it, and he leaned into the kisses, a little surprised and turned on by the attack. A hand was settled behind his own head, and August reciprocated, his fingers knotting into William's hair to press him closer still. Releasing as he felt Billy withdraw, August pulled his mouth to the side in a crooked half-smile. He was a little nervous, knowing that Bill had a boyfriend, but he didn't mind too terribly much.

Standing a little straighter when he heard of the breakup, his reluctance shrank considerably, and he shook his head. "Busy? I suppose I am now." Drawing William back into his chest, August covered his face in teasing kisses, lingering around his mouth. With a little more force, August pressed kisses into Bill's neck, his hands bracing the boy as he walked them backwards toward the bed, hesitating as he dithered on whether this was a good idea.

August shuddered when he could feel a tongue drag a trail up his neck, ending in a desperate kiss that only awakened a deep seated hunger. Pushing himself forcefully between Williams legs, August hovered over the boy, his back arching gently upwards as he pushed the boy back into the mattress.

His hands rested on either side of Bill's head, as his kisses turned soft and less urgent. He pulled away, straddling the younger boy and plucked at the hem of his shirt, leaning back down to press another kiss into the hollow of William's throat. "Are you sure you ...?" He knew this was just probably going to be driven by either hatred or new-found independence, with no feelings attached, but August still hesitated, not wanting to entirely be the source of trouble for a couple.

Leaning his weight into William's hand, August smiled tentatively down at the boy. "Pretty? No, you're not at all pretty. You're beautiful." He didn't like the frown gracing Bill's forehead, and his mood became a little more cautious, both needing to please and wanting to keep his companion happy.
His worries were swept out of the way when the frown was replaced with that pout again. Adjusting himself, he leaned down, tugging up William's shirt as he stooped to kiss those pouting lips. Drawing William's arms up so his wrists were above his head, August tugged off the shirt completely. "If you stay still, I'll reward you. " Casting an impish smile down before he continued, August began to play with his newest toy.

Thoroughly enjoying the control of this situation, August let his fingers drift down, allowing his fingertips to heat slightly more, brushing over Bill's pale flesh until they reached his hips. Worming his hands under the waistband, he hooked his fingers onto the hem of the fabric, wriggling out of the way to allow the pants to slide off. Tossing the discarded clothes down off the bed, August failed to notice that the clothes he spent so much time sorting were all back heaped into a pile on the floor.
Brushing his lips across William's chest, August languidly kissed his way up towards the boy's collarbone, nipping the side of his neck gently.

August grinned wickedly, feeling William shudder underneath him. His fingers danced across the younger boy's skin, heating as he worked his way back down. Sitting back up, he hefted his own shirt over his head, tossing it down to be with the rest of the clothes. Dismounting to tug the rest of his clothes off, he shivered, adjusting to being naked. His body amplified his temperature, compensating for the lack of clothes.

Returning to his work, August leaned over William, eyes half closed as he rubbed small circles along his companion's inner thighs, punctuated by gentle kisses as he slowly made his way towards his goal. The final piece of clothing stood in his way, and it was quickly dispatched with the rest. Nestling between Bill's legs, August propped himself up, his head ducking mischievously. "I suppose you've been patient enough."