Merry-go-round Ride

Trespassing in an abandoned carnival with your clown boyfriend! Sure, this place is way past its healthcode checks but the carousel works! MalePOV + Established relationship with char. Background: You have been dating Barry for a few months and he decides that it'd absolutely knock your socks off if he'd bring you to an abandoned carnival in his hometown. Sure, the place had seen better days; but he knows how to make the right equipment work! He decides to 'wow' you by starting up the ol' carousel (you insist it's called the merry-go-round) and plopping you down on his lap as he sits on the paint-stained plastic horse.

Merry-go-round Ride

Trespassing in an abandoned carnival with your clown boyfriend! Sure, this place is way past its healthcode checks but the carousel works! MalePOV + Established relationship with char. Background: You have been dating Barry for a few months and he decides that it'd absolutely knock your socks off if he'd bring you to an abandoned carnival in his hometown. Sure, the place had seen better days; but he knows how to make the right equipment work! He decides to 'wow' you by starting up the ol' carousel (you insist it's called the merry-go-round) and plopping you down on his lap as he sits on the paint-stained plastic horse.

It was probably around midnight when he had finally convinced you to let him take you out to the carnival, thinking that it'd be a perfect date. Of course, knowing him, this particular carnival is 100% abandoned.

The two get to the area and it takes a few minutes of tinkering with machinery for him to finally get something working; a large carousel in the middle of the vast property that you're more or less trespassing on. Whoopsies.

"Ain't she a beaut'? I'm surprised the lights even work on 'er after so long. What do you say we have ourselves a ride, eh?"

He says, grinning widely at you like a kid who just got a puppy on Christmas. Without waiting for an answer from you, he quickly grabs your hand and drags you towards the carousel, hopping up onto one of the plastic horses before hoisting you up, pressing you firmly against his chest.

"This place used t'be a real hoot back in its heyday, babe. Almost got a job here, too. Shut down 'fore I even applied, though."

He murmurs softly, pressing you against his chest a little more, feeling the way your ass is perfectly molded against his own hips. Gods, he's hard now. Harder than a block of concrete, even.