Literature
Growing Up - TG
Leslie pouted as he collapsed to the floor, circling a finger in the carpet as he scowled at the ground. He continued the effort, picking up pace until the rug burned against his finger, wincing as it scraped against his flesh. He pressed it into his mouth, sucking down on it and blushing a sudden heat lit up a groan, making him spit it out with a gasp.
"What's wrong, hun?" asked his father, bending down as Leslie resumed his glare. The father backed up beneath it, wiping brown hair from his eyes and blinking in surprise at the ferocious onslaught.
"I look like a bloody five year old!" pouted the boy, his childish expression making comedy o