#𝖎. ★｡° ... 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴. ༺♰༻ ic.

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the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── RILEY NICHOLS. | | | | | | @winterbeheaded.

the cake was lackluster to the eyes at best —— a complete eyesore at worst. the decision to go against his original thought of getting one premade and paid to look good from the store was now one he woefully regretted ; something homemade was thought to have more charm , and it seemed like a good idea at the time [ ... ] before his lack of culinary skills were quickly remembered after having already left a sugary tornado in his wake. ( flour soaked into the black fabric of his outfit and batter splattered aimlessly around a kitchen kept otherwise pristine. ) much like the hair dye staining his bathroom walls , a mess seemed inevitable when left in his hands. but is it not the thought that counted? of course , he desired nothing more than to pass it off as no big deal.

minimal damage had been done on the drive over [ ... ] although a few bumps on the road or a container sliding across his passenger seat could hardly make a difference. it'd already appeared to have been made by a child with two left hands. he almost considered tossing it into the garbage altogether before he left —— scrapping the idea entirely and coming by with nothing to offer but his company. it even crossed his mind to toss it behind some bushes while he waited at the front door ; but it instead swung open before he got the nerve.

❛❛ don't look too closely at it. ❜❜ the thankfully somewhat concealing plastic wouldn't completely spoil the monstrosity already stabbed and wounded with candles within , and he'll all but shove the container towards her as if desperate to rid himself of it. dramatic as ever. ❛❛ my little brothers wanted t'help decorate it , so that's why it looks like.... that. ❜❜ and while that was in fact the truth —— he couldn't help but throw the little brats under the bus entirely. but a small smile almost bashful would still form at the corners of lips. ❛❛ happy birthday , riles. ❜❜

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The CD she’s burned for him is slid across the table before she leaves—a literal parting gift. The front only says “Songs to Fall In Love To”, which should already be suspicious. Upon playing, the first heavy strings would fill his ears, and maybe it is actually a love song—

She got dumps like a truck, truck, truck

Thighs like what, what, what

Baby move your butt, butt, butt

At least it’s not a Rick Roll?

(Enjoy Ian :3)

while the cd had been pushed across and left for him at her departure —— he hadn't taken the chance to actually read the words sharpied across the sleek surface until after she was gone. ( there was an air of embarrassment when it came to opening gifts in front of the gifter. ) but it was an immediate red flag once he had [ ... ] the sickeningly sweet title scrawled far too saccharine for the likes of her. for either of them, for that matter. but nevertheless, the plastic case it was secured in would be dragged from the table as he reached for his portable player and headphones —— just in case it really was something disgustingly sappy. even in the comfort of his home, the comfort of the poster covered basement walls, he had a reputation to uphold.

the possibility that it might be some sort of romantic gesture settled in for only a moment at the sound of violin strings welcoming him upon hitting play [ ... ] but it was quickly squashed only seconds in as sisqo's voice came chiming in over them. ( all night long, let me see that thong. ) he couldn't possibly contain his amusement —— even if he attempted to in an empty room. it would feel like she'd won if he managed to laugh.... but he'd let the song play out regardless; all the way to the end where the silver haired vocalist was practically hollering in a siren call about some fucking underwear. unfortunately, he'd never admit to actually enjoying the song.

with his headphones shoved off and sitting idly in his bed —— he was reaching for the landline as soon as the opening song ended. black painted nails dialing her number and waiting somewhat impatiently [ ... ] until her voice finally picked up on the other end. and without a simple hello or what's up, ❛❛ yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? ❜❜

| | | | | | @secondhandmckie

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the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── › ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ i'm sorry, you don't enjoy being teased?

but @frxncaise was being entirely too unfair —— and the term teasing could hardly be used for whatever this torture was. with his hands resting in the crease of her upper thighs beneath hips while she had made a home out of his lap [ ... ] their make out session had inevitably became compromised by the uncomfortable sensation of his jeans growing tighter. gradually turning into something near unbearable until he hazily decided to experiment in the form of lifting his hips in a single and slow grinding motion. in the hopes of feeling something —— as a way of gauging her reaction. his lips pulled away from hers raw and swollen from excessive use , shiny from spit as she spoke. unfair. and an involuntary whine crawled up from his throat to lace his words as he responded. ❛❛ no— ❜❜

gaze was stained from improperly removed eyeliner as the blues behind them stared up at her from beneath lashes. long , kissing the tops of his cheeks when he blinked. ❛❛ you're killing me here , you know that? ❜❜ so he'll test the waters once more —— taking her hips into his hands to slowly drag her across the length of his lap until they met his abdomen ; an attempt for her to properly feel the crime she's having too much fun committing. his tongue prodded at the silver stud pierced through his lower lip amidst the motion [ ... ] and teeth bit down on the soft flesh to stifle anymore sound that so terribly wanted to escape from the friction it offered. ❛❛ that what you want? —— for me to drop dead before i even get the chance to fuck you? ❜❜

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“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Molly asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. Sure, she trusted him enough to lay on her belly for him, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Especially since he was about to take needles to the back of her calf. “You’ve tattooed before, or am I your first?”

it's easy to think you're an expert after reading all about something online —— even more so after he'd gotten the hang of the materials he currently had scattered meticulously around them. his hand lightly fanned at the stencil placed on her calf to dry it faster as he sat on knees behind her ... blue gaze almost rolled but focused on the design as she spoke over her shoulder. where was her faith? a stupid piece of toast stared back at him and he still wanted to snort every time he saw it; but fortunately he wasn't going to argue about what she wanted permanently etched on her own body. no matter how dumb he thought it was.

❛❛ you're in luck, ❜❜ his thumb swiped over the stencil a few times to test its resistance —— to ensure it wasn't going to smear away under the pressure. he found her glance for only a moment before turning his attention back towards the task at hand and he continued. ❛❛ i've had lots of practice, an' no ones complained yet. ❜❜ lots was a bit of a stretch ... but the latter half of his statement still rang true. there hadn't yet been any ruined friendships over poor work, or any cases of infections ravaging the skin.

❛❛ no squirming, alright? ❜❜ he warned as his hand reached for the makeshift alternative of a machine gun; a stick and poke poker in the form of a needle tightly secured to a chopstick. ❛❛ or else i'll sit on your legs. ❜❜ it's a lighthearted threat —— but one that held merit. because he absolutely fucking would. after dipping the needle into a cap full of black ink, his other hand moved to grip her leg and pull the skin taut. ❛❛ if i fuck up 'cause you can't quit moving, that's not on me. ❜❜

| | | | | | @secondhandmckie.

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ﹙ KAZ ﹚ i've never had a valentine. | | | | | | @angelparadox.

a short laugh is expelled from nostrils —— not at the others expense by any means , but more so at the idea that kaz even seemed to care about the commercialized holiday to begin with. ( it's just another reason to spend more money. ) and don't even get him fucking started on sweetest day ; a day which is by far even more pointless and made up in his pessimistic point of view. ❛❛ do you really want one? guess i just don't get it. ❜❜ he supposes it's different when you're already in a relationship [ ... ] an excuse to shower your significant other with affection and love. but it's worth noting that any good person should want to do that all other three hundred and sixty four days of the year. he simply doesn't understand the appeal otherwise....

nor the urge most seem to have to quickly find another person to spend the singular day with. it was desperate. he'd rather be bitter. cigarette tucked betwixt fingers was burning quickly and a black painted thumb would flick at the filter —— allowing ash to fall. ❛❛ i mean , what's a valentine s'pposed to be , anyway? just reminds me of those little cards we had t'give out in elementary school. ❜❜ stick was brought to pierced lips for a drag that sizzled paper as his head gave a small shake. ❛❛ shit's childish. ❜❜

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there's a laugh low in the back of his throat at the mention of gifting them to herself —— now reminded that those dumb little cards were usually part of the whole shtick. like the kind that kids were forced to hand out in school and when they saved their favorite card for their crush. ( he knew he forgot something. ) and an even wider smile began to threaten corners of lips at sharing them with someone cute. ❛❛ we better get there early then , those things'll probably be the first to get raided. ❜❜ and if that were the unfortunate case? [ ... ] well , he'll just make a mental note of finding the regular ones for her as a surprise the next time he's at the gas station. he'll give a teasing look. ❛❛ yeah? well just say the word — i'll bring you candy for dinner every night. ❜❜ ah yes , true husband material.

and he's almost thankful she doesn't decide to wait , ( he'd probably start pouting otherwise ) it's terribly easy for him to get excited with a taunt like that. so he'll do as told —— obeying at least partially , remaining where he sat as she hurried off into the next room... but his neck gave a curious tilt and stretch ; ultimately resulting in no luck of finding even a piece of her. only met with the sounds of a bag shuffling. he's once again being left with a mind questioning and racing through possibilities of what she would return with , and it was even worse when he was alone.

the sound of her reentering would snap him back [ ... ] and the change of outfit would naturally overtake every ounce of his attention. it was a dress that he would perhaps turn his nose up at if he'd seen it on the hanger ; the cheesiness of it all. but here it was now —— expertly hugging her frame and complimenting every inch of her. god , she was beautiful. teeth chew at his lower lip as he brazenly stares for a moment longer , and the smile growing should be reaction enough to answer her question. but in case it didn't —— he'll reach out to pull her closer towards him and allow one more look over before gaze wandered upwards to find her. ❛❛ it's pretty. you're pretty. ❜❜ smile was twisting into a playful smirk as hands let go of hers to instead rest at her waist. ❛❛ and you're right — it does make me like the holiday a little more. ❜❜

❝    i'm    going    to    clean    them    out    of    those    nerds    gummy    cluster    valentine's    day    card    things.    i'll    address    them    to    daisy,    love    daisy.    i    could    even    be    persuaded   ��to    share    with    someone    really    cute.    ❞    she    gives    him    a    sweet    smile,    teeth    sinking    into    the    corner    of    her    lower    lip.    she's    not    a    natural    flirt,    but    the    sweet    words    fall    from    her    lips    so    easily    when    it    comes    to    him.    ❝    mmm,    i    love    a    man    who    can    provide.    ❞    she    teases    back    to    his    comment    about    dinner.    the    barrel    racer    who'd    found    her    niche    in    a    male-dominated    industry    wasn't    one    to    succumb    to    the    ways    of    the    tradwife    lifestyle,    but    she    didn't    mind    being    taken    care    of.    

she    sees    the    look    on    his    face    and    does    her    best    not    to    smirk.    the    reactions    she    can    get    from    him    fuel    her    to    continue    being    a    little    menace.    ❝    stay    right    there.    and    no    peaking!    ❞    she    says,    all    but    launching    herself    up    from    her    seat    and    rushing    off    toward    where    she'd    stashed    her    bag    from    the    mall.    the    pretty    white    dress    littered    with    red    hearts    had    been    too    adorable    to    resist,    and    the    matching    bra    and    panty    set    in    the    same    shade    of    red    brought    together    an    outfit    she    was    certain    would    be    a    hit.    when    she's    dressed,    she    walks    back    into    the    living    room,    just    the    slightest    bit    self-conscious    as    she    does    a    spin    for    him,    edges    of    the    dress    flying    up.    ❝    well?    what    do    you    think?    ❞    she    asks,    smoothing    down    the    bodice    of    the    dress    that    was    already    wrinkle-free.

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ﹙ DESDEMONA ﹚ was that your first kiss? | | | | | | @icebrgvdka.

it should be an ego boost to be this close to someone like her —— someone who in his mind was ridiculously out of his league , and maybe it was a bit of an ego boost. at least for a solid minute or two until lips parted ways. ( it wasn't just a peck ) instead something much messier and more along the lines of sucking face [ ... ] a one way ticket to a full blown make out session if it'd gone on any longer. he could feel the remnants of her lipstick that had undoubtedly transferred without even dragging his fingertips along his lower lip ; color probably smeared across his piercing , too. and that moment of excitement would quickly be quelled as her question hung in the air. it was playful , he could tell —— but that wouldn't stop his countenance from twisting into something that'd been offended.

❛❛ what? no? ❜❜ answer snapped back and his tone surely matched the insult he'd been handed [ ... ] oh , it's hard out here for already insecure men. now above many things , she has him questioning his ability and skill of locking lips. brows remained furrowed ; and he might be even more upset if he didn't still have a taste of her on his tongue —— but that wasn't saying much. he's almost always upset by something. ❛❛ what the fuck is that supposed t'mean? ❜❜

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── › ﹙ OPEN STARTER ﹚

❛❛ if the beatles were soooo fuckin' good , then why weren't they on any of the tony hawk pro skater game soundtracks? ❜❜ it's a valid question —— those soundtracks may have done more for music than anything the british boy band ever did [ ... ] good luck changing his mind !

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ﹙ LENNON ﹚ watches a romantic movie with my muse. | | | | | | @hangtenn.

nothing says celebrating the day of romance like watching swinging pickaxes and crispy burnt bodies tumbling around inside of a dryer —— canada really knew what they were doing with my bloody valentine. scattered takeout boxes only solidified the ambiance while legs in close proximity were casually and loosely intertwined. folded over one another and inevitably keeping the other locked into place. it's a tradition for him [ ... ] an unwritten law to honor the monotonous holiday by feasting his eyes with romantic maniac murderers and tooth rotting sweets in tow ; but it'd be a lie if he were to say it wasn't even more entertaining with another person to commentate it with.

but he'd been mostly quiet for the last few minutes [ ... ] the scene of a couple making out in a dingy location flickering on the screen before them , before the guy leaves for more beer as a classic slasher set up for something to go awry. ian adjusts his seated position to move in closer towards her with less than innocuous intentions in mind —— though not the kind one would expect. pulling her into him as a hand lazily motions towards the television with a smile tugging on lips now close enough to feel warm breath on neck ; ❛❛ watch this watch this — this scene's so sick. ❜❜ a girl now alone and frightened as tensions build and music swells while mining suits drop down as a distraction [ ... ] and in the same moment as the jump scare of a mutilated corpse on a hook falls in front of an oh so clearly 80's actress , he'll allow his own body to jump at lennon with a low yell in his throat in an attempt to create his own scare.

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of course , his definition of scary wasn't the standard norm —— unfortunately desensitized minds sometimes needed constant stimulation in their horror. anything without obnoxiously wet and gory special effects was typically a miss for him [ ... ] atmosphere alone isn't enough to make his skin crawl. so shoulders gave an easy shrug. he wasn't going to stand here and tell her what to watch —— wasn't part of his job description. ❛❛ maybe you'll like it... but it made me pass out halfway through. so , whatever that tells you. ❜❜

there's a hint of a smile on corners of lips as she takes his suggestion into hands and he moves a few steps down the row [ ... ] a lanky frame slightly bent at an almost awkward angle as his gaze scans along the lower shelves. no longer concerned with recommendations for her —— instead in search for something to rent for himself for the night. but a laugh suddenly leaves him. ❛❛ yeahhhh , i guess watching dolls get it on alone on valentine's day might make you question what the hell you're doin' with your life. ❜❜ another short laugh pushes through nostrils and ringed index finger pulls a case from its slot. ignoring the small fall of those using it as leverage.

gaze examines the front for a moment as he stands back into an upright yet slacked position , taking a few unwatched steps to lean himself ever so carefully against where the shelf met a wall. some b-rated 80's gore fest —— right up his alley. it's turned around after a moment ; studying the description printed on the back while tongue nudged at the stud pierced through his lip , but blues flittered upwards and once again found her beneath lashes at the mention of the nearby adult section [ ... ] and he's poorly attempting to stifle an amused smirk as she stumbles on words.

❛❛ can't wait t'get those back in a few days and sanitize 'em. ❜❜ plastic case is flipped back around and he'll return to a more straightened position. ❛❛ but just for the record , it's not my job t'judge whether or not you were looking over there. ❜❜ it's an option for a reason after all —— and it's almost surprising just how shameless most who perused that side of the store brought their x rated selections towards the front. ❛❛ you don't even wanna know the things i've seen today. the covers aren't very subtle. ❜❜ the quiet footfall of loosely laced boots dragged by as he moved to reshelve the dvd in his hand. it's pushed back into place as he glances over towards her with an almost teasing look. ❛❛ but 'm sure you already know that. ❜❜

⸻ ❝ Oh ... it's not-? ❞ She can't hide the disappointment in her voice as she flips the case of Hanging Rock over. ❝ ...but it said a bunch o' girls go missing. I thought it'd be, I dunno, slasher-y. Or something. ❞

She'll look up at him, smiling politely as he hands her My Bloody Valentine. This seemed promising. Something exciting enough to focus on with enough blood and thrill to distract her from how lonely this day of the year was. It wasn't like she was especially romantic or anything, but you could only see so many couples holding hands before you realized how empty yours were.

❝ Hmm. Bride of Chucky ... that one sounds familiar. It's the one with the dolls, right? [...] Probably better to watch a horror-romance with a plus one though, don'cha think? I mean, if I have to think about how a serial killing piece of plastic has a better love life than me, well, there are better ways to spend the holiday. ❞ She clears her throat; changing the subject. ❝ Thanks for the rec, though. This one seems cool. Haven't heard of this or the hospital one before. ❞ 

Looking over both cases in her hands, she decides internally that she'll most likely rent them both. Mysteries can be fun in their own right. And if there are any religious themes, they'll be especially terrifying for her -- it'll be like cinematic exposure therapy. Maybe she'll pick up.a third film as a chaser: some feel-good flick to balance things out. She even considers grabbing something out of her comfort zone, which brings her mind back to something she'd noticed prior to their conversation.

❝ There's gonna be a lot of Scorpios this year. The adult section was a barren wasteland today. Not that I was, I mean. I wasn't looking over there. I just noticed when I was browsing the shelf next to—. I'm no Valentine's hater, it just feels like a bit much. ❞ 

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“Why blue?” She asked, looking over the bottle and then the crop of hair she’s meant to be touching up. Sure, Molly’s done things with her own hair before, but it’s a different thing to mess with somebody else’s. And something told her Ian wouldn’t be too happy if she fucked it up—which almost made her want to find a way to fuck it up, just to see.

❛❛ 'cause i look good in blue. ❜❜ it's stated with an echo as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and didn't need an explanation, but the small grin twitching the corners of his lips would indicate teasing. truthfully, he didn't have an actual answer. if you stick to something for so long and it works ... why bother changing it?

fresh black had already been slathered over a naturally blond head that had began the annoying process of fading as they stood in the bathroom —— walls and tile flooring stained with the splattered reminders of his own past doings. he can never not leave a mess behind. which is exactly why his acid bath tee had been discarded prior to peeling open boxes; too many good shirts had been ruined by his own careless hands.

gaze turned from his reflection in the mirror to find her as she examined the bottle and upon taking note of what appeared to be apprehension on her features ... he squinted suspiciously. after a brief pause, his hand would suddenly reach out to grab for the dye as he spoke. ❛❛ but if you don't think you can handle it— ❜❜

| | | | | | @secondhandmckie.

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hey goth daddy, did your license get suspended for driving all these girls crazy?

the nickname she's grown comfortable casually throwing his way had yet to fail in making him squirm —— paired with one of those stupid fucking pickup lines that were intended to find humor among blushing cheeks, to only make matters worse. ( fortunately for her, and unfortunately for him ) it can be terribly easy to fluster him ... especially from pretty girls, especially when caught off guard.

but he'd attempt an air of nonchalance, despite the heat rising on his cheeks and flushing towards his ears. it was a warm day; perfect for placing blame on if she so desired to tease him further. dampened filter of the cigarette was removed from between pierced lips after a long pull from it —— and he'd offer her his best resting bitch face as blue gaze settled squarely on her. ❛❛ think you get off on trying to make me uncomfortable. ❜❜ but it wasn't true discomfort ... he just didn't like how it stirred something within him. ❛❛ you still need a ride, or was that just an excuse t'get me over here? ❜❜

| | | | | | @wickedembrace.

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❛  why do you even pretend to care?  ❜

a lil bit of angst? perhaps.

vulnerability in any sense of the word was never his forte —— and he can't help but take the question as some sort of attack on him. as if she had doubts about him as a person overall, or about his quality of character. there's a sting that comes along with that when he was actually trying to be a decent person; truth be told ... against what other's might say about him, he's only an asshole when he wants to be. his cigarette was brought towards lips for a drag while silence lingered in the wake of her pessimistic query.

❛❛ maybe 'cause i feel bad for you. ❜❜ there's a small bite to his words that fell with a thick billow of smoke, an attempt to shift some of the offense he felt back onto her in retaliation. he was always childish in that way. to seek out hurting someone who hurt him. they were meant to imply that he pitied her —— only offering his company out of obligation from feeling sorry about the fucked up card that life had dealt her. though that didn't hold any actual truth, and lips parted again to betray the implication. ❛❛ if you don't want me t'care, then fine. i won't. but i don't pretend shit. ❜❜

| | | | | | @bamsidsuperbitch.

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── › ﹙ MARIA ﹚ we shouldn’t -  ah,  we shouldn’t be doing this.

it had been nothing but sloppy tongue and teeth to make up for the desperation —— with @godforbidrp's frame encased beneath him as his own fit perfectly in the spot between her legs , and his elbows dug deep into the mattress below to support himself. the gap between their bodies had gradually become less and less [ ... ] keeping a safe distance in the innocent beginnings of a make out session ; but the carnal desire to be even closer ( and closer , and closer ) slowly burned his core until the pair were eventually bone to bone. he couldn't possibly get any closer unless he was inside of her. and even then —— he feared it might not be enough.

hips rolled against hers in an eager attempt to feel something more , and not even the thick fabric of his cargo shorts could conceal his ache as it pushed against her. the newfound friction brought out a strangled moan from his throat and landed on her lips [ ... ] but neither his whine nor the wet sounds of sucking face could compete with the romantic sounds of acid bath playing from the stereo to successfully drown them out. of course , this hadn't exactly been the plan when he decided to pop the cd into the player —— but god was he thankful he'd done it earlier rather than having to stop in the middle of this.

he'd repeat his lascivious behavior ; applying more pressure with each grind as a chipped black polished and ringed hand slipped below the hem of her shirt. fingertips gently grazing against skin as they ventured further [ ... ] only once she broke the contact to voice her apprehension did his lips pull back swollen and glistening. ❛❛ why not? ❜❜ it's asked breathlessly as he examines her from beneath heavy lids and long lashes —— tongue licking over his lower lip still tasting of her. he'll slowly lower himself to place a single kiss on her jaw before his next statement was breathed into her skin. ❛❛ tell me to stop and i will. ❜❜