pretty // kwt

ten

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As Clay walked in their dorm, he quickly realized something.

karl's still drunk, so how did he get here?

He hummed to himself then kicked his shoes off, before looking over at Karl, who was laying in his bed with his arm over his eyes. Clay shook his head and walked over to him.

He moved Karl's arm and the brunette looked at him with low eyes. "What's wrong?" Clay asked, pecking his lips softly over and over again.

"You know what you did."

"Okay? You started it."

"Really? Get out my face."

Clay huffed, grabbing Karl's jaw to his and pressed a small peck his lips.. "Get off Clay." Karl whines, trying to push him away.

"Stop being mad baby." Clay pouted. Karl looked at him, before turning around to lay on his stomach, wanting to prepare himself for his hangover tomorrow.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone." Clay whispers in his ear before pressing light kisses behind it, kicking lightly.

Karl's breath hitched, feeling Clay suck a bruise onto the side of his neck. Karl turned over, locking their lips together and trailing his hand into the dirty blond roots.

"Forgive me?" Clay says against his lips.

"Stop talking."

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Karl woke up puking his lungs out, Clay with a massive headache. Clay rubbed the boys stomach as he hurled over the toilet, telling him to "let it all out" or "it's gonna be okay baby".

After Karl finished, Clay brushed his teeth for him softy as he could. "Open your mouth stick out your tongue." Clay says, his voice raspy. Karl did what he was told, sticking his tongue out and letting the blonde brush his tongue.

After a long while in the bathroom they cuddled in bed, Clay soothing the boy that laid on his bare chest.

"My head hurts." Karl whines, pulling the blanket up more since his body felt so cold. "Slow down next time baby, you're a lightweight." Clay ran his hand gently through the boys hair, pecking his head lightly.

Karl whines, sinking his body into the warm one beneath him. "What happened last night?" The brunette asks, moving his hair out his face.

"I don't even know my damn self." Clay groans, running his hand through his own hair, the headache bothering him badly.

"Can we just sleep all day?" Karl mumbles into the blonde's neck.

"Of course."

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IS ANYONE HERE??? ILL CONTINUE THIS IF SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING