4oktzu

[4oktzu]

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your rafayel thats just too pretty for his own good

inspired by this tik tok n now my heads dizzy thinking abt raf

how can such an artist be a work of art himself? those amethyst eyes drowning you in their depths. that nose, like it was carved by michelangelo himself. and those lips—oh, those lips—pink like cherries, shining like a licked lollipop, tasting as sweet as one too.

a beauty so delicate, like a greek statue you’re too afraid to touch. and yet here he was, all flushed, beads of sweat on his skin from a long, long night.

caged beneath him, you lay there, eyes scanning his face, admiring every inch. you lift your hand to gently trace his cheek, your finger gliding up the bridge of his nose, stopping just under his eye. he closes his eyes at the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“such a pretty boy, raf…” you whisper, your thumb slowly caress his cheek as you take in every detail of his face. “so sweet and delicate…” hand moving across his face, teasing. “might break you if im not careful now” you push your palm across his cheek, his head turning, giving him a gentle slap.

he whines, breath heavy, as his eyes open. he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back to his cheek, nuzzling into your palm. his eyes momentarily closing before he looks at you again hazily

“hha.. m’all yours, touch me, cmon slap me, break me.”

[4oktzu]

pretty sounding rafayel who’s blissfully unaware how much it turns you on

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sat across his lap, you dive into the crooks of his neck, placing light kisses and slowly tracing circles with your tongue, nipping at his skin before finally giving him a sharp bite just below his ear.

he shakes, pathetic whines leaving his mouth as his chest rises with heavy breathing. he tries his best to hold his noises, but failing as the silent night only enhances those needy whines of his even more.

oh, how this drives you insane. just like a siren's call; his heavenly sounds fall perfectly into your ears, a melody so feathery yet so full of need, all escaping from his sweet lips with warm breaths, basically pleading, begging you to touch him more.

you exhaled a small sigh into his neck, the warm air causing him to let out yet another whine from his throat. electric shocks running through your spine from just his noises.

you rise from your position, admiring how much of a mess you’ve got him underneath you. laid out all beautifully just for you, his hair messily spread across the backrest of the couch.

his shut eyes opens, half-lidded and hazy, his face basically displaying “please touch me more, please please please” thats clouding his head with such desperation as he looks up at you.

“fuck, raf... gonna to record you and play it over and over again so you hear how angelic you sound to me.”