𝓹𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝓬𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥.

i have more important things to do than entertain your drunken ramblings.

... have a good day mr. moore.

to be fair i don’t teach.

that’s high praise coming from you. you’re welcome back whenever, harry.

( paging @JAXMOGGED to his office during lunch. )

eyes widen briefly before that tower of muscle steps forward, leaning down to gently press quick, soft smooches to the teen’s bicep. he mumbles an apology between the kisses. silly collin, always forgetting his place.

i wasn’t .. staring.

😵‍💫

failing to realize he in fact, didn’t send the entire student body an email with safety precautions and reminders for this upcoming halloween.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀happy october! 🎃 ⠀⠀

( knocking on @ARISTOPLAPS’s front door, head dipped down while he leans against the screen. )

collin knew what made danny tick, it was pretty easy to get the reaction he wanted from the boy. “good boy.” he mumbles quietly, leaning in and cupping the teen’s chin as he closes the gap between them.

collin knew what was at stake for the teen. he understood that this little relationship of theirs, while addictive, required caution. the brunette hums softly, his other hand falling to danny’s hip. fingertips gently tease at the bottom of his shirt before he looks down. “...take off your pants.”

as risky as this was, somehow they both seemed to thrive off it. collin lifts a hand, gently combing it through danny’s hair before letting it rest at the back of his neck. “...i think you deserve a little going away present.”

“y’know.” collin steps forward, rolling his eyes and stuffing both palms into his pockets. “i meant go around.” he smiles again, not bothering to hide the way he eyes danny’s lips. “...hi.”