Agustin is already on Molly by the time Ivar arrives. It’s typically what he does anytime anything he doesn’t want to think about starts to take hold in his brain — like his parents. So, Ivar will find him, dancing around like the idiot that he is to ridiculously loud dubstep music. He only turns it down a little when he sees Ivar having let himself in.
“Hey,” he grinned, bounding over to him, he swings around to the back of the others chair and pushes him with no regard toward the couch. He’ll let Ivar get himself situated.
“What’s up? Are you up yet?” He grins and then reaches back for another tab of molly, holding it up for Ivar. “Yes? Yes?”
Ivar's wondering if this is a good idea even as he pulls up to the building, but hey, he's already here so he might as well go through with it. However, Agustin immediately irritates him by grabbing hold of his chair. "Let go of my wheelchair, you brainless druggie!"
Ivar is very testy about anyone touching his wheelchair after a lifetime of condescension from people. He takes a swipe at his friend, but Agustin has already drifted away from the couch. When he's offered the Molly he still looks a bit sour. "Must I?" Really, he'll end up giving in. Being high is one of the only way to endure Agustin's company for any length of time.
Agustin knows that Ivar can be testy about his wheelchair but he also kind of just doesn’t care either. He waves it in front of Ivar’s face as the other continues to be annoyed. “You must,” he confirmed, sometimes Ivar seemed so reluctant but he always had a good time by the end of it.
He tosses it at Ivar and then drops himself on the end of the couch further away from where he’d parked Ivar’s chair. “If you don’t want that you know I got whatever you do want. But it’s good shit.”
Ivar snorts indelicately and reluctantly takes the Molly, popping the tab of it into his mouth. "You know, I would have killed you by now if you didn't have such good drugs." True facts. Ivar didn't often suffer fools lightly and Agustin was most definitely one of the biggest fools he'd ever met.
"I still might," he muses. One of these days, he's just going to push Agustin into heavy traffic, and let a game of chance decide this all. Then again, there was that saying God watched after children and idiots, so with Agustin's luck, he'd end up without a scratch on him.
“Yeah, most people would,” Agustin shrugs. He just assumes no one is around except for whatever he’s providing them rather than actually liking him or really being his friend or what the fuck ever. He tries never to let it get to him that much.
“Whatever,” Agustin said and he grins cockily as he slips down to his knees in front of the couch. After all, he’d been serious. “Then who would suck your cock?”
Someone needed to send these two back to preschool and teach them how to make friends. They have no normal social skills whatsoever.
Agustin dropping to his knees in front of Ivar does manage to improve his mood slightly, a smirk quirking up at one of the edges of his mouth. "Then I'd have to find someone I actually liked, wouldn't I?" Well, he'll settle for this for now.
"Is that even possible?" Agustin asked and he's shooting a smirk up at Ivar as his hands are making quick work of his pants. He never did waste too much time when it came to fucking around.
"People do like me," Ivar counters. He can't think of any offhand that aren't family members, but he's sure there has to be at least a few. He leans his head back when Agustin gets him pants off. This is the real reason he sticks around, besides the free drugs of course. Agustin makes for a good fuck buddy.
Agustin looks up at him further amused as he strokes the other's cock once he had his pants open and tugged down enough to get to what he wanted. "Are you sure about that? Then why you always hangin with me?"
"Because you give good head despite being a moron," Ivar says bluntly, breath getting a little more rapid as his cock is stroked. Really, who knows why he hangs around Agustin so much? Perhaps it's because they're both so odious that no one else will have them.
"Dude, like a ton of people give good head," Agustin grins at him and he leans in, his tongue dragging over the head of Ivar's cock in a bit of a crude show.
"Maybe I'll go-- hnngh--" He groans at the feeling of Agustin's tongue on his cock. "--go find one of them to hang out with instead. Then you'll have to find someone to pay to hang out with you."
"Mmm," Agustin hums with an exaggerated sound against the other's tip before wrapping his lips around him and taking him deeper into his mouth after that. Cheekily, he looks up at him and just rolls his eyes.
Honestly, if Agustin wasn't likely to accidentally bite down, Ivar would smack him for that. This is why letting an annoying person have any control over his dick when it was extremely vulnerable was a bad idea. So he just slumps back in his seat and lets Agustin carry on as usual.
The Molly is starting to kick in now, so he's feeling pretty good right about now. Agustin really does have the good drugs.
Agustin smirks inwardly when Ivar finally just relaxes and he redoubles his attention on his cock. He sucks him in deep and then pulls back his tongue teasing over the tip. Agustin's hands slip under Ivar's shirt, pushing it up slowly as he spreads out his fingers over his stomach and the ridges of muscles.
Ivar lets out a sigh which turns into a groan of pleasure as feeling Agustin's attentions to him. He licks his tongue all around his mouth at the sensations he feels on his cock. He reaches out a hand and grabs Agustin's many-colored dreads in an affectionate manner, pulling on them roughly.
It's things like the way that Ivar grabs at his dreads, the affection that is mixed in with that roughness is a thing that Agustin craves. Ivar's not the most affectionate friend but Agustin can draw out the moments that sate the craving that he's addicted to and rather deprived of.
He reacts by sucking Ivar's cock more enthusiastically. His hands caress higher, dragging his nails over Ivar's stomach a few times.
Ivar hisses as the nails rake across his skin. He enjoys the pleasure mixed in with his pain almost as much as he enjoys giving it to other people. His cock is aching now to an almost painful degree and he's close to coming. He pulls again on Agustin's hair, knowing that the other teenager likes
Agustin moans again when the other pulls at his hair. He knows that he's doing it on purpose which turns him on all the more. He keeps sucking him eagerly, the drugs he's on making it hard to stay still. He continues to touch Ivar, scratching his nails over his skin as he sucks him harder and deeper.
He draws the other all the way to the hilt, swallowing around him and trying to milk his release from him greedy as he is.
Ivar finally comes, shooting his load into Agustin's mouth. He's sure the other will swallow rather then spit. He's had a lot worst things in his mouth then a bit of jizz. He sits back, relaxed as his whole body goes completely limp.
Agustin swallows Ivar's release, moaning around him once more as the other's orgasm fades away. There's some licking he does around the other's cock and balls afterward, crawling up onto the couch and relaxing. He licks his lips with a satisfied grin.
Ivar's calm and relaxed (for once) thanks to having his dick sucked and getting high on drugs. He pats Agustin on the head affectionately like he's a good dog. "Do you have any beer around here?" He asks.
Agustin is more than happy with the affectionate pat and he doesn't care if it might be a little belittling in a way, perhaps. He snorts at the question as he stretches.
"Course I do," he said. He doesn't get up right away to get it, though.
Ivar waits a few moments and then nudges Agustin impatiently. "Then go get it, peasant!" It's a good thing these two are friends. No one else would have them.
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“Hey,” he grinned, bounding over to him, he swings around to the back of the others chair and pushes him with no regard toward the couch. He’ll let Ivar get himself situated.
“What’s up? Are you up yet?” He grins and then reaches back for another tab of molly, holding it up for Ivar. “Yes? Yes?”
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Ivar is very testy about anyone touching his wheelchair after a lifetime of condescension from people. He takes a swipe at his friend, but Agustin has already drifted away from the couch. When he's offered the Molly he still looks a bit sour. "Must I?" Really, he'll end up giving in. Being high is one of the only way to endure Agustin's company for any length of time.
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He tosses it at Ivar and then drops himself on the end of the couch further away from where he’d parked Ivar’s chair. “If you don’t want that you know I got whatever you do want. But it’s good shit.”
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"I still might," he muses. One of these days, he's just going to push Agustin into heavy traffic, and let a game of chance decide this all. Then again, there was that saying God watched after children and idiots, so with Agustin's luck, he'd end up without a scratch on him.
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“Whatever,” Agustin said and he grins cockily as he slips down to his knees in front of the couch. After all, he’d been serious. “Then who would suck your cock?”
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Agustin dropping to his knees in front of Ivar does manage to improve his mood slightly, a smirk quirking up at one of the edges of his mouth. "Then I'd have to find someone I actually liked, wouldn't I?" Well, he'll settle for this for now.
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The Molly is starting to kick in now, so he's feeling pretty good right about now. Agustin really does have the good drugs.
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He reacts by sucking Ivar's cock more enthusiastically. His hands caress higher, dragging his nails over Ivar's stomach a few times.
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He draws the other all the way to the hilt, swallowing around him and trying to milk his release from him greedy as he is.
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"Course I do," he said. He doesn't get up right away to get it, though.
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