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[deptfordisak]

Just chilling out with the reference and themmm ❤️‍🩹

[deptfordisak]

hello! i have just dropped a fic i’ve been working on for the past couple days due to missing takefuyu so much i physically cannot stand.

this fic includes:

cute ass fluff of takefuyu

takemitchy being oblivious as always

mizo mid crew on mitchy’s ass for being so slow

chifuyu flirting

very soft moments between takefuyu

slight angst bc like yamagishi said, we need spice

mikey gets angry

feel free to check it out & let me know what you think via the comments!! tysm <3 also hmu on twt if u want @/crybabymitchy !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35800264

[deptfordisak]

hello and welcome to a new chapter fic i have just posted <3 i have no idea how long it’ll be, i’m kinda just writing as i go. BUT ! chapter 2 is finished and will be posted as soon as i finish chapter 3 <3

if you’re into the college/university AU and a coffee shop AU, you best HOP onto this shit bc i got many plans <3

soft brio, protective rio, confident beth, chaotic as all hell baby annie, protective ruby, so many ruby & rio encounters, annie & rio encounters, all very fun stuff. i hope u enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33994036/chapters/84547159

[deptfordisak]

hello and welcome to a new chapter fic i have just posted <3 i have no idea how long it’ll be, i’m kinda just writing as i go. BUT ! chapter 2 is finished and will be posted as soon as i finish chapter 3 <3

if you’re into the college/university AU and a coffee shop AU, you best HOP onto this shit bc i got many plans <3

soft brio, protective rio, confident beth, chaotic as all hell baby annie, protective ruby, so many ruby & rio encounters, annie & rio encounters, all very fun stuff. i hope u enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33994036/chapters/84547159

[deptfordisak]

hello and welcome to a new chapter fic i have just posted <3 i have no idea how long it’ll be, i’m kinda just writing as i go. BUT ! chapter 2 is finished and will be posted as soon as i finish chapter 3 <3

if you’re into the college/university AU and a coffee shop AU, you best HOP onto this shit bc i got many plans <3

soft brio, protective rio, confident beth, chaotic as all hell baby annie, protective ruby, so many ruby & rio encounters, annie & rio encounters, all very fun stuff. i hope u enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33994036/chapters/84547159

[deptfordisak]

another longish blurb for ya’ll

the focal point was diving into their intimacy shown in different ways like hand holding, kissing, their eye fucking & connection.

i hope u enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33116074

[deptfordisak]

2x8 | 4x15

[deptfordisak]

2x8 | 4x15

[deptfordisak]

2x8 | 4x15

[deptfordisak]

The show could not have been louder about Rio being in love with beth and I’m just 😭.

Beth and Dean broke up because she chose crime. She chose Detroit. She chose Rio.

She worked with Rio to get rid of Nick. As partners. And now she’s Rio’s boss. And he’s happy about it.

The reason it fell on Nick and not Rio is because he has her. He HAS her.

Brio is endgame.

This post is hysterical and I don���t care.

[deptfordisak]

anotha one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32594887

[deptfordisak]

hello. i have realized i have come to a huge writers block for my “i don’t belong to anyone else” series so i thought it would be fun to do one of those

“send me a blurb” and i’ll write it for u. help me help you. i’ll write whatever u want, whether it be a brio headcanon, blurb, or even nsfw, and maybe i’ll get my muse back to finish my third chapter [:

[deptfordisak]

hey besties, i know this is a long shot but my sister’s cat is not doing very well and the hospital bill is insane.

if you could just spread this post out, send it to your friends, and get it out there, that would mean the world. also a big thank you if you’re able to donate, thank you so much. all the information is in the gofundme link. thank you again.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/pay-off-skys-debt

[deptfordisak]

bye idc that this account is literally so old

i am MASSIVELY in the gg fandom and want the gg fandom creators to know i have made a fic!!!

its spicy!!!!

its anti-dean!!

its boss ass bitch beth!!

and protective as fuck rio!!!

check it out here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32222404

[deptfordisak]

isak rested against his now sweat-induced sheets, trying to regain his quaky composure. god, what a fucking night. boned by the hottest man in the whole world, his virginity taken with a hearty grace from a man he’d only known for too little, yet it felt like eternity. he wanted it to be eternity. his eyes were closed, his head currently spinning from the intense orgasm that his body had just shakily announced. he opened an eye, winced, but caught the look on even’s face as he was rambling at about a thousand miles a minute. “wait, wait, hold on,” isak spoke, breathing out a hearty sigh of exhaustion. “let me catch my breath.” a lopsided grin formed on his porcelain face, before he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his vision fading from blurry to hazy, to a clear set view of even’s timid expression.

“you’re not crazy, even.” isak reached out to tuck a sweaty curl behind his ear. “if you’re crazy, then i’m crazy too because you are the most stunning man i have ever seen in my life and you want....mei???” isak could hear the own shock in his voice. “is it mei you’re looking for???” a playful choir perked up in his tone as he grazed his thumb from even’s cheekbone, to even’s plump lip. “i mean, fy faen! effortlessly,

so stunning.” the boy smiled wide, looking even over for what seemed like the millionth time. “we’re in this together, forever.”

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fuck.

isak had no fucking idea how even really thought isak was going to last as he currently was devouring his cock with a wide set jaw and a tongue that sent way too many sensations at once. fuck, fuck, fuck. isak tried to breathe, to relax his screaming nerves, but this was all too fucking much. even was watching him with hooded eyes, blazing blue that captured him in a feverish gaze. “fuck baby,” isak whined, sweat running down his face like he was currently taking a morning shower. disgusting. musky. lush with desire.

he rolled his eyes back with sweet pleasure, but then even’s lips detached from his throb and his lips popped in a satisfying ‘o’.

foil.

unwrapping of a condom.

oh fuck, isak wasn’t going to fucking last at all was he?

even’s beautiful, glistening face was suddenly in front him again, arm muscles framing him once again.

tell me you want it

isak bit back a moan— even earning a low whine instead. “i want it even, i fucking want it.” he forced himself to relax, not let his muscles tighten despite how fucking difficult it was at the current moment. even was prodding his entrance, slow and steady, without any sort of motion.

the blonde boy clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt every slow inch of even’s massive penetrate his virgin ass. fuck, it fucking hurt. but the anticipation was sending shockwaves from his gut to his cock and it was becoming all too much.

slowly, even started to create a rythm and isak was everything but quiet. low moans and throaty whines now resonated against the walls creating a harmony. “fuck even, faster— please” isak breathed out, harsh and a few octaves lower.

even obliged and suddenly their moans sounded like a garage rock band practicing after school. loud, whiny, and forceful. isak was losing his fucking shit, overcome by lust and desire and a pain that was slowly but surely being overtaken by extreme pleasure. their lips locked again, their names being sung into each others mouths like a sweet symphony.

isak pulled back to get air, before reaching his hands and pulling at even’s sandy locks. “harder baby, give it all you got and please don’t fucking stop,”

isak was so fucking close, his cock twitched against his stomach as even slammed against his g-spot, “oh fuck, oh fuck please don’t stop—“ his words were lost by another harsh set of moans, mostly consisting of even’s name and half-hearted demands, “i’m going to—“ isak breathed before he pressed another harsh kiss against even’s lips, toes curling as the sensations and lustful desires became all too much.

even’s rythm came to a lull, riding out the last of their current high, before isak leaned far back into his wet pillow. “fy faen,” isak breathed, trying his best to maintain an in-and-out pattern. “i guarantee you, everyone was probably informed about this,” he grinned, aluting to just how fucking loud they were and how very gossiping eskild can be. “even bech næsheim, i want you in my life forever.”

even had found a tempo, angling his hips high so that each thrust garnered the same warm staccato from isak. he could feel an ache in his arms— the one that came right before a tremble. but it wasn’t muscle fatigue. it was something else… maybe the deliberate hilt of his hips? it was taking an incredible amount of composure not to come undone at the seams.

and he couldn’t tear his eyes from isak. in one breath the boy was was calling him baby, and the next he was moaning even’s name. a sultry symphony.

and it wasn’t a smooth drizzle, like honey or caramel. nothing at all like poetry would have you believe. no, it was raspy and aggressive, like stucco.

their kisses were just wet lips on wet lips. sloppy and unpracticed. even was now propped up on only one arm, and the hand of his other was on isak’s neck—– right at the base, thumbing his clavicle. he was thrusting hard, a brief pause between each stroke. “i want you to come for me, isak.” a carnal demand as he continued to plunge, up & down, in & out.

and fuck. if he had a hope in hell of holding back his climax any longer before——- any likelihood was tossed out the window at the sight of isak’s cock convulsing and spurting cum as if his abdomen were a fucking canvas.

a loud groan, a tightness that continued to build and build and build, “faen,” the sensation crept up his thighs, to his groin, aching for release. he came, still inside isak, his chest stammering and almost collapsing atop isak’s.

he brought his forearm up to wipe his forehead, dizzy with sweat in the wake of his orgasm only seconds earlier. even could only laugh at isak’s observation, an obvious jab at their volume control. or, lack thereof.

he eased himself out from isak and grabbed a tissue from a box on the nightstand. he wrapped the condom up and pulled two more sheets to wipe isak’s stomach, then discarded them in a bin that was, thankfully, nearby.

“forever sounds good to me.” genuine agreement as he dismounted isak and flopped onto his backside so the pair were side-by-side.

he needed a minute or two to recuperate.

“im not sure your roommates would be too pleased with forever, though.“ a stupid grin. then a trickle of.. sorrow? worry?———

“is this crazy? am i absolutely nuts? i feel like.. like, i can’t imagine my life without you. tell me im not crazy.” it was jumbled and untidy, but the words came out slowly.

unhurried but without premeditation.

self doubt was creeping in again. he needed validation. to ground himself in reality. and something was telling him he could trust isak.

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fuck.

isak had no fucking idea how even really thought isak was going to last as he currently was devouring his cock with a wide set jaw and a tongue that sent way too many sensations at once. fuck, fuck, fuck. isak tried to breathe, to relax his screaming nerves, but this was all too fucking much. even was watching him with hooded eyes, blazing blue that captured him in a feverish gaze. “fuck baby,” isak whined, sweat running down his face like he was currently taking a morning shower. disgusting. musky. lush with desire.

he rolled his eyes back with sweet pleasure, but then even’s lips detached from his throb and his lips popped in a satisfying ‘o’.

foil.

unwrapping of a condom.

oh fuck, isak wasn’t going to fucking last at all was he?

even’s beautiful, glistening face was suddenly in front him again, arm muscles framing him once again.

tell me you want it

isak bit back a moan— even earning a low whine instead. “i want it even, i fucking want it.” he forced himself to relax, not let his muscles tighten despite how fucking difficult it was at the current moment. even was prodding his entrance, slow and steady, without any sort of motion.

the blonde boy clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt every slow inch of even’s massive penetrate his virgin ass. fuck, it fucking hurt. but the anticipation was sending shockwaves from his gut to his cock and it was becoming all too much.

slowly, even started to create a rythm and isak was everything but quiet. low moans and throaty whines now resonated against the walls creating a harmony. “fuck even, faster— please” isak breathed out, harsh and a few octaves lower.

even obliged and suddenly their moans sounded like a garage rock band practicing after school. loud, whiny, and forceful. isak was losing his fucking shit, overcome by lust and desire and a pain that was slowly but surely being overtaken by extreme pleasure. their lips locked again, their names being sung into each others mouths like a sweet symphony.

isak pulled back to get air, before reaching his hands and pulling at even’s sandy locks. “harder baby, give it all you got and please don’t fucking stop,”

isak was so fucking close, his cock twitched against his stomach as even slammed against his g-spot, “oh fuck, oh fuck please don’t stop—“ his words were lost by another harsh set of moans, mostly consisting of even’s name and half-hearted demands, “i’m going to—“ isak breathed before he pressed another harsh kiss against even’s lips, toes curling as the sensations and lustful desires became all too much.

even’s rythm came to a lull, riding out the last of their current high, before isak leaned far back into his wet pillow. “fy faen,” isak breathed, trying his best to maintain an in-and-out pattern. “i guarantee you, everyone was probably informed about this,” he grinned, aluting to just how fucking loud they were and how very gossiping eskild can be. “even bech næsheim, i want you in my life forever.”

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okay,

maybe this wasn’t exactly what isak was thinking—

maybe this wasn’t exactly how he planned to lose his virginity with a boy he met not even a week ago and had interacted with twice,

but damn did this boy make isak feel something fucking special.

every moment felt so complacently right. so perfect. like a fragment in time and space said: “let isak meet his true love this week and let them be together forever”

isak could thank the gods he didn’t believe in right now because the sight before him was better than anything he could ever imagine.

dark eyes dripping with lust.

ripped muscles that flexed with strength as a flimsy shirt was being pulled off even’s toned, breathtaking body.

isak could have came right on spot if even wasn’t already pulling off isak’s own shirt.

fuck.

saturated green eyes rolled back in a pleasured hymn as even pressed numerous, longing kisses on isak’s stomach and chest. this was really how isak would die. then, lips were on his ear— a raspy voice that sent instant shivers right to the tip of his clothed dick.

still— another regain of confidence as a mischevious smirk painted onto isak’s sweaty, pink face. “you just might have to make me.”

even’s face morphed into something hard to decipher— it was close to anger, but isak was sure it was the polar opposite. dominant. powerful. full of filthy lust as he drank isak in. the curly haired boy reached for even’s hand and brought it to his own mouth. he pressed a kiss, maybe two, before his fingers clutched securily around even’s pinky, ring finger, and thumb. another tiny kiss to the tips of even’s index and middle finger and in the next second— his tongue had captured the two and brought them far back into his mouth. green eyes never left blue ones, awaiting a reaction that they both craved.

deliberate, desperate,

passionate,

lustful seducing.

isak lapped at even’s fingers, swirling his tongue around before he brought them all the way back, a grin set on the corners of his lips.

he pulled them back to his lips before adding even’s ring finger into the mixture and repeating the exact motion.

god, he was loving every second of even’s reaction.

but also fuck, was isak already close.

after a good sixty seconds, isak released the fingers from his mouth with a stick pop. he licked his lips and looked from even’s impossibly dark eyes, to the hooded figure in his pants and back.

“what are you waiting for?”

isak fluttered his eyes, a bit too ironically, “don’t you wanna fuck the shit out of me already?”

there was something endearing about the way isak defied him. the char of his words. as if he sought to provoke. even wasn’t a genie, but he could definitely grant isak his wish.

there was still a series of things that had to happen though, and—– oh fuck the way isak was currently swallowing his finger definitely wasn’t helping. they were seemingly past the point of assumptions and even felt warranted in reaching to unfasten the crotch of his own jeans. before he nudged the waistline any further, he began trawling blindly in his back pocket, fingers searching every slot in his leather wallet. aha, there it was. he clamped the foil wrapped condom between his teeth before tossing his wallet somewhere on the floor—– a problem for future even to deal with, surely. even was clean, and he trusted isak entirely. but they hadn’t spoke anything of protection yet— and well, now definitely didn’t feel like the right time.

isak was still assaulting his fingers, showing off his skillset by adding in a third. every jab from isak’s tongue went straight to his painfully hard dick, working somehow like a nsfw voodoo doll. even’s neck was drawn back, head hanging, adam’s apple bobbing with each trapped groan.

when his fingers audibly popped on exit, and isak looked at him, dribbling words meant to crucify—- what came to follow happened in such prompt succession, that even probably would have been pretty damn proud of himself if he weren’t so desperate to get them both off.

he ripped the condom from the foil and slid it on, giving himself a few tight-fisted pumps thereafter. the latex barrier definitely aided in preventing anything… premature. he then slid isak’s jeans and boxers away in one motion. that action prompted isak’s dick to spring free, tip glistening with pre-cum. even peered up at him, giving the most forewarning of glances—- was it a threat? a promise? a tease? good luck, isak.

even didn’t have much longer than a split second to decide his method. slow & sweet, domineering & heavy. he opted for torturous, seemingly. his tongue flicked out, barely grazing the head, but immediately gratified with the bitter taste of pre-cum. several tiny licks, and he sunk completely down—- eliciting a very pretty moan from isak. the hand that had been between lips just moments ago was still sticky and waxed with spit. even, anchored on elbows and still bobbing up & down on isak’s dick, reached lower. he didn’t penetrate isak with his fingers yet, but instead rounded his entrance. he stretched the boy slightly, timing the plunge of his index finger with the stride of his mouth. an index finger was quickly paired with the middle—– and the haughty moans punched out of isak were indicative of him wanting more and more. and even was ready. he certainly didn’t need anymore stimulation. and to be honest, he didn’t see himself lasting very long.

he swallowed down isak’s length one last time, finishing with the slowest incline— staring through lashes up at isak. his own jeans and underwear were still bunched somewhere just above his knees, but he couldn’t be bothered. he fit himself between the opening of legs and lined himself up with isak’s hole. the gaze they were sharing felt like it had a pulse. ripe with want. there was something subliminal about it, prompting even to crawl closer— chest hovering above chest. an intrinsic need to be as close as physically possible to the chain of expressions that would certainly follow.

“tell me you want it.” it was a raspy hush spoken against isak’s lips. and once fulfilled, even was a total fucking goner.

holding the base of his cock, even eased himself into isak’s hole slowly, allowing his girth to acquaint itself before he committed to any rhythm. and the immediate proximity had definitely paid off—- watching isak writhe, and his expression as it morphed into g a p i n g gratification. yeah, he definitely wouldn’t last long.

[deptfordisak]

okay,

maybe this wasn’t exactly what isak was thinking—

maybe this wasn’t exactly how he planned to lose his virginity with a boy he met not even a week ago and had interacted with twice,

but damn did this boy make isak feel something fucking special.

every moment felt so complacently right. so perfect. like a fragment in time and space said: “let isak meet his true love this week and let them be together forever”

isak could thank the gods he didn’t believe in right now because the sight before him was better than anything he could ever imagine.

dark eyes dripping with lust.

ripped muscles that flexed with strength as a flimsy shirt was being pulled off even’s toned, breathtaking body.

isak could have came right on spot if even wasn’t already pulling off isak’s own shirt.

fuck.

saturated green eyes rolled back in a pleasured hymn as even pressed numerous, longing kisses on isak’s stomach and chest. this was really how isak would die. then, lips were on his ear— a raspy voice that sent instant shivers right to the tip of his clothed dick.

still— another regain of confidence as a mischevious smirk painted onto isak’s sweaty, pink face. “you just might have to make me.”

even’s face morphed into something hard to decipher— it was close to anger, but isak was sure it was the polar opposite. dominant. powerful. full of filthy lust as he drank isak in. the curly haired boy reached for even’s hand and brought it to his own mouth. he pressed a kiss, maybe two, before his fingers clutched securily around even’s pinky, ring finger, and thumb. another tiny kiss to the tips of even’s index and middle finger and in the next second— his tongue had captured the two and brought them far back into his mouth. green eyes never left blue ones, awaiting a reaction that they both craved.

deliberate, desperate,

passionate,

lustful seducing.

isak lapped at even’s fingers, swirling his tongue around before he brought them all the way back, a grin set on the corners of his lips.

he pulled them back to his lips before adding even’s ring finger into the mixture and repeating the exact motion.

god, he was loving every second of even’s reaction.

but also fuck, was isak already close.

after a good sixty seconds, isak released the fingers from his mouth with a stick pop. he licked his lips and looked from even’s impossibly dark eyes, to the hooded figure in his pants and back.

“what are you waiting for?”

isak fluttered his eyes, a bit too ironically, “don’t you wanna fuck the shit out of me already?”

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isak’s heart definitely jumped into his throat when even’s hand caught his— had he fucked up? had even not wanted to be touched?? but those worries went away within the next second, because suddenly their fingers were intertwined like vines in the amazon rain forest. and soft, — no, hungry eyes were watching him like he was the last human being in oslo. or the last person who mattered on earth. ocean eyes were suddenly midnight blue, a glint of something sinister— mischevious but very, very inviting. full of want, lust, and desire. isak was damn sure he would forever be a shade of pink, or closer to red.

fuck, even was so close.

they both knew exactly what he was doing.

so. fucking. unfair.

isak felt like there wasn’t room to breathe. too many emotions, too many physical contacts being made— first, a gentle tug on his curls that made his breathing hitch into his throat, then a thumb of soft pressure, grazing his upper lip with a look that could seriously kill— and then,

wow, they were close.

even’s hot breath was mixed with isak’s and he was sure his eyes were already blown. he couldn’t even begin to describe what this shit was doing to his body right now. wonders. for sure, wonders. indescribable light shows in his stomach, there was a particular chill that had paced up and down his back for probably the fifth time, and a shudder that made his teeth chatter for half a second. isak didn’t know where to look.

even’s midnight colored eyes or his plump pink lips that were whispering words that felt like isak had just downed the hottest cup of coffee— one that made his body filthy warm and his tongue burnt. then, as if this moment could be anymore drenched in lust, even was encircling him. long arms folded like a box around him, nowhere to move— nowhere to run, (as if he wanted too).

isak released a shuddered breath, full of sickeningly sweet hysteria and acquired lust for the boy above him.

then, even’s lips were on his, a slow and long drawl of pressure on pressure— but then it was gone, and yet before he could even pout or protest, even’s tongue had found itself attached to isak’s neck and isak could not stop the purr that escaped his own fucking lips. “jesus fuck,” isak breathed, face beyond a normal body temperature— he was already fucking sweating. his curls were glued to his forehead and his breathing had already become eradic. “so not only did you leave me in my own despair,” isak breathed, trying to regain his composure and not look like an absolute wreck, “but now you’re teasing me in such a cruel way, i’m truly astonished by your power even bech næsheim,” isak whined, disentangling his fingers from even’s hand and instantly reaching both hands into even’s locks.

two could definitely play at that game.

once his fingers grasped the soft hair that seriously felt like individual pillows, isak tugged the other down with a quick force. simultaneously, his legs wrapped around even’s waist and suddenly he was hanging on the boy like a monkey on a tree branch.

“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”

and just like that— without another ounce of convincing, their lips attached in a hot, hungry, and desperate kiss that felt like ice on a frozen lake had cracked and revealed the prettiest and bluest lake the world had ever seen. isak’s hands had tightened on even’s hair and hearing him moan was almost enough to send isak over the fucking edge. they were both already out of breath— their passionate and heated kiss already becoming sloppy and less put together. but fuck if it mattered. isak was on a whole other universe. another fucking level.

he tightened his grip on even’s waist by crossing his ankles and like clockwork, isak was grinding his hips upwards, desperately wanting another forceful— yet tender reaction from even.

tongues invaded mouths, teeth invaded lips, and isak was a sucker for this shit. he was sure his lips would be plump and bruised by the morning, and to say absoluely nothing about the shape of his poor neck— isak was ready to be marked and obliterated by the end of the night.

he had no idea how far this was going to go, but judging by the size of their pants right now, he was sure something extravagant would be happening real soon and isak was beyond ready for his world to be rocked.

was this wanting or needing? craving, yearning, exquisite desire. it couldn’t be placed by a love drunk brain. too much stimuli clouding logical judgement. you could tack any definition you wanted to this whole transaction—— but, at this point, it wasn’t anything more than primal.

even was silently cursing the fact that they were both wearing any garments at all. as if it were the most absurd thing he’d ever encountered. pants?? who the fuck wears PANTS??

and when isak spoke, it was as if they shared a private vernacular. like if there happened to be a spectator in the room, they would never be able to decipher the throaty language. hell, even even’s bleary mind was having trouble grasping the words. but actions spoke louder, right?

fingers knit strands of hair, legs sewn lowly on hips.

yes, this was exactly how he wanted to die.

lay me to rest because i have experienced true bliss.

“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”

fuck. a tremor. straight to the crotch. the demand didn’t require any verbal rivalry, so instead even used his lips for something much more important.

the kiss was urgent and unchoreographed. something like abstract art. no intent, or curriculum. rather, it was wild and hysteric. isak’s grip around even’s center had tightened—– hips keening upwards, begging for some semblance of relief.

a torturous dichotomy had presented itself in even’s head, it went something like this:

1. he really wanted to keep making out with isak

2. he really wanted to get him out of this damn shirt

catch 22.

sacrifices would have to be made. the kiss was fragmented, which left even staring down at isak with hooded eyes. isak was framed by his pillow, pink and panting. his lips were slack and had pointed themselves into a pout.  even’s hands immediately grabbed for the hem of his own shirt first—- pulling it over his head in one abrupt tug. isak’s was removed next, albeit a bit clumsily.

halfway naked. even sat atop, bare and lanky. isak, saddled beneath, was shorter in frame but broader, and with more muscle tone.

it didn’t take long for even to swoop down, furnishing isak’s chest with wet kisses—- featuring the tease of a roaming tongue, of course. after five kisses and two gasping breaths from the younger, even had crawled his way back up to isak’s ear, .

“you can be quiet for me, right?” his words were hushed and scathing, spoken against isak’s earlobe. sure, they were in the midst of a very, ahem, gratifying situation—- but roommates still existed. even was sure that any promise isak managed to croak was hardly admissible. but, hey, can’t say he didn’t try.