Fics like think he can hear us through the walls? (think he wants to get involved)

It's not his fault that the walls of Mac's room are paper-thin; that he can hear every squeaking box spring, every moan that moves between the two men inside it. What's he supposed to do? Dennis runs his tongue across his palm before slipping his fingers between warm skin and tight elastic. If Mac's happy shamelessly getting his dick wet within spitting distance of his roommate, what's stopping him from doing the same? It's not illegal to listen to two people having sex - in fact, in the privacy of your own home, it's barely even unethical. He can hear one of them panting so loudly that it's practically public domain at this point. It's a matter of principle. It's quid pro quo. It's just because it's been a while that he's riled up like this - and, besides the fact that he can smell Mac in every fiber of the hoodie he's wearing, it's actually got nothing to do with Mac at all. Mac. Fuck Mac. Fuck, Mac. Mac, he thinks, definitely has nothing to do with the small sigh that escapes the back of his throat when he finally wraps five slick fingers around himself. or: Mac gets his ass slammed and Dennis jerks off about it about something (allegedly) totally unrelated in the next room.

Fics like think he can hear us through the walls? (think he wants to get involved)

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