it's heckin treyway (pumpkashi) (smokepump) (smokepumpkashi)

xi

After the minutes had sluggishly crawled by, Omar steels his nerve upon gaining permission to go to the restroom, pulling his phone out once he's in the hallway. He shoots a quick text letting the other know that he's on his way, wondering the whole while if this was just some elaborate prank. What kind of prank involved becoming part of a polyamorous relationship though?

His phone rings halfway to the bathroom and he lets it go a couple times before picking up. "Yeah?"

Daniel's carefree voice comes through the other end, "What's takin yo ass so long? I know you big bodied but shit hurry it up."

"You know that class across the whole fuckin school from any bathroom, leave me alone," Omar huffs, "What you want anyway?"

"You ain't had breakfast right? You hungry?" The rainbow haired Mexican asks in a lower tone as he puts out the blunt he finished.

Eyebrows raising, Purpp questions him, "What, you got some froot loops in the bathroom? Kinda iffy." He glances around the empty halls as he nears the bathroom. "Almost there."

"Nah I got sum' else for yo stoopid ass," Tekashi mutters as he hangs up the phone, standing up from where he'd been sitting on the window ledge when he sees the door open. As soon as Omar walks through the door he's pushed up against it, the shorter turning the lock.

One of Daniel's tattoo covered hands drifts to palm the front of Omar's jeans, the other hand loosely holding his throat. Brushing his lips against his jaw, he gropes at the forming bulge in his pants. "Yo face used to piss me off yknow..," Tekashi begins as Purpp cautiously moves his hips towards the other's hand.

"Yeah? What about now?" The Cuban asks, running his fingers through the multicolored locks before he grabs a fistful of them. He uses his grip to make Dani face him, their breath ghosting across each other's lips. His other hand travels to the back of Tekashi's thigh, lifting and pulling it towards him so that the older's leg is around his waist.

"Well..," Daniel grazes his teeth along Omar's full bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment before he continues. "Now I just think about what my dick would feel like down yo throat." He runs his thumb over the taller one's adam's apple with a hungry expression, applying slight pressure as he does.

Despite still feeling somewhat conflicted in his brain, Purpp's body had no such qualms and knew what it wanted judging by the stiffening erection in his pants. He groans quietly before finding his voice, "Is this you tryna find out?"

As Omar waits for an answer he busies himself with slow harsh sucks along Tekashi's neck. The Mexican lets his eyes close and rocks his hips against the other's; the hand he has between them causing additional friction on their hard-ons.

"Fuckk, I ain't gotta try," Daniel chuckles darkly as the other gulps slightly and exhales shakily against the latest hickey he left on Tekashi. "What makes you so sure?" Omar attempts to sound in control but he's not really sure who he's trying to convince anymore.

The older teen backs away from Purpp, walking over and sitting on the edge of a sink, his hands on either side of his legs against the cool linoleum. "I know you want it just as bad as I do," Tekashi purrs lowly, beckoning him with a tilt of his head. "C'mere."

Without thinking, Omar obediently follows along like the dog he is and stands between Daniel's legs, unconsciously waiting for his next command.

"Get on yo knees." Tekashi orders, leaning back against the mirror as he watches the other with a sly grin. "You tall enough ain't ya?"

Cracking a smile, the Cuban plants his hands on both of Dani's thighs, sinking to his knees in front of him. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Tekashi's joggers, tugging them down for access.