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Innocence	By : malicevampire90 Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > An Cafe Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Innocence
- 1
So many times, I end up asking myself, what did I do to you? Why did I take your innocence? But then I look over at you beside me and I can’t remember any of those questions, because you look fine, and your innocence is still there. The others don’t know what goes on after practice or hanging out, they are oblivious to the small longing stares you throw my way, and I yours. Every morning when I wake up and you are still in the bed next to me, I somehow don’t want you to wake up; don’t want you to face the ridicule or embarrassment that would ensue if we were ever found out.
The day that I found out you returned feelings for me is a day I will keep in my memory until I die. It was raining. I was up in my apartment just sitting on the window’s large sill, in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, just staring at the drops as they beaded and then clumsily fell together. I must’ve been mesmerized with this action because I vaguely remember seeing, out of the corner of my eye, a pink umbrella bouncing its way down the street. I knew it was you by the way you walked, and I idly remembered, you said you would drop by to pick up some music around six that evening. I looked at the clock and just about had a heart attack on the spot, it was five till six, and I’d been sitting, staring at rain for almost three hours! But it didn’t hinder me in the least, my apartment was clean enough to put a hospital to shame, everything had its place. I just sat there and waited, and sure enough, in less than a few minutes, you were lightly knocking on my door. It took a minute, though, to finally register in my mind that you were here. I stood and walked over to the door opening it to find an armful of blonde hair.
“Konbanwa Bou-kun.”
“Hello. Am I Late?”
“No, actually right on time. Very unusual.”
“Can I come in?”
I stepped back and let the blonde puff inside before closing and locking the door out of habit. Bou was a picture of cuteness, wearing a dark pink skirt and a white, form-fitting tank top, covered by a huge coat that hung down over the entire outfit making the illusion of having nothing on underneath a believable one. His blonde hair was up in pigtails, bangs falling in his eyes.
“Did you bring your guitar?”
“Uh…I thought I did, but I guess I didn’t. Sorry.” Bou looked down at his feet.
“It’s okay. We can just go over it without I guess ne?”
I could see his face light up at the knowledge I wasn’t mad at him right away. “Okay.”
We went into the small kitchen-thingy of my apartment and sat down at the little table, sheets of music were everywhere, but all of them were organized amidst the chaos. It didn’t take me long to locate the actual papers that were needed. As I handed them to him, a bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky and a crash of thunder followed and made poor Bou jump slightly. I stood and walked over to the window looking out again. Not even the eternal lights of Tokyo could be seen, the rain had begun to blow horizontally now, the wind driving it into whatever dared to walk outside in it like knives. I turned and saw you shrugging on your coat and picking up your umbrella, not the slightest bit of fright at the weather outside on your face.
“Thank you for the music Teruki-kun, I guess I’ll see you in, like, a week?”
“Something like that.” I watched you smile broadly and turn to leave, then I caught it, the slightest shiver of anxiety on your part. “Bou. You don’t have to leave. It’s way to dangerous out there, you might not make it home. Just stay here, it’s easier.” I smiled when you relaxed visibly. “Besides what kind of friend would I be if I sent you out in this?”
“Thank you, I won’t ruin anything, promise.”
In hindsight, if I’d not wanted to ruin the beautiful bandmate, I shouldn’t have asked him to stay, I shouldn’t have told him that he could sleep so close to my room. But the weather only got worse as the night went on and I found that Bou was deathly afraid of them. He hated storms because they had scared him since he was younger. That night the storm had increased in ferocity making even me, an avid storm lover uncomfortable. Needless to say, Bou was even more terrified. It was about two in the morning when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. The door had been left half open to allow Bou to use the bathroom if the need be. I sat up in bed, the covers slipping off of my bare torso, only to pool in my lap as I rubbed my eyes with one hand.
“Bou? What’s wrong?”
“Teruki-kun, can I sleep with you?” I took stock of the other’s visible appearance. He was shaking, not just a little either, it was like the room was five degrees and the blonde was in nothing. He was shivering from fright so badly that I could hear his teeth chattering together.
“Sure.” I nodded and slid over a little pulling the covers back a little for the other as he crawled in. Strange as it was, I’d never seen our little guitarist in his PJ’s at all. They were cute, just like him really, small Hello Kitty faces decorated the pants and the top consisted of a large Hello Kitty head on the chest.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I turned over and was about to fall asleep when I noticed that Bou had yet to even relax at all. I sighed and turned over onto my side, facing him, propping my head on my hand.
“Why are you so tense all of a sudden?” I noticed him flinch when a streak of lightning lit up the room. “that what you’re afraid of?” He didn’t need to say anything, I smiled inwardly at this chance and moved over, wrapping my arms around him.
“Teruki, I…I…need to tell you something…”
“Hmmm…” I moved back to my previous position, while Bou sat up, staring at his hands as if they were the most fascinating thing on earth.
“Do you like anyone?”
Wasn’t expecting that. “Yeah, they’re great. I just wish I knew if they liked me back though.”
“Okay, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“What if someone you knew liked you. I mean someone close to you.”
“I have no idea what I’d do. Can I Ask a question of you?”
“Yeah.”
“If someone you liked were to kiss you, how would they do it?”
“Well, I guess that, I would just like them to do it. No warning, it doesn’t really matter anyways they don’t like m-” Bou didn’t finish his sentence.
I had leaned over and placed my lips over Bou’s, effectively silencing his talking. It wasn’t anything big, just a simple placement of one pair of lips over another, but when I pulled back and looked at the other’s face, slightly flushed and pink, I definitely wanted more.
Bou didn’t have anything to say after that kiss. He looked surprised, confused, happy and even close to fainting it seemed all at once. I was slightly disappointed by the lack of response from him and quickly made to apologize, but before I could get a syllable out of my mouth, I was lip-locked again, only this time I could tell, Bou wanted more too. I let my arms wrap around the smaller body as I pressed my tongue into his mouth, gently meeting his own and playing with it awhile before breaking the kiss and moving to his jaw line. He couldn’t form complete sentences without a gasp between them. I grinned to myself and continued to kiss down his jaw and to his neck where a lightly bit at the skin pulling slightly.
“This what you want?” It was a simple question desiring a simple answer, but both of us knew that it would decide what we did. At Bou’s nod of approval, I continued to leave light bite marks against his skin as I made my way down his neck before coming to his shirt. I lifted the hem up and lifted the rest up and over the blonde’s head as his pale skin was revealed to me. Before long I have him naked and he is beautiful, such a beauty, alas, does not exist on earth, but I have found the exact same thing in my bandmate laying under me. I licked and kissed and bit my way down his neck, over his shoulders, down his chest, stopping occasionally to suck on a nipple before moving on downwards, over his stomach. Once over his stomach, I came to the skin of his hips, he wanted badly to be touched. I gently reached down and under him, with one finger and found his entrance probing it with that finger. As I dipped the saliva slicked digit into him I licked his length, making the pain of my finger disappear before he even felt it. I ran my tongue up the shaft and sucked gently on the head before deepthroating him and adding another finger to his backside. Bou couldn’t help but feel the third and fourth finger added and he let me know by giving out small whimpers of pain. Those were the fist sounds he’d made that night. I moved my tongue up around the head and continued to suck him harder as I tried to find his spot with my fingers, all at once he cried out loud and bucked up into my mouth, but pushed down against my fingers, I smirked around him and removed my fingers and mouth. He was flushed; sweating, panting and he wanted me so badly. I sat back and removed the little clothing I had been wearing that night, and crawled back on top of him, feeling his legs part quickly but somehow elegantly, to allow me room. He looked up at me, face red and tried to say something. I positioned myself before leaning up and kissing his forehead, lacing out fingers together.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
I waited. Nothing. Bou wrapped his legs around my waist and pushed upwards a little, taking me in somewhat. This friction, surprised me and in consequence made me push into the other far to fast than I would have liked. Bou stifled the initial scream of pain in my shoulder; I could feel his voice literally vibrating against my skin. I stayed still, his fingers were tightly clenching mine and it was, I had to admit, painful but it was nothing like what he was going through at this moment. Bou gave me a signal to start, he gently thrust his hips against mine causing delicious friction, and I started to thrust, tiny ones at first.
Bou moaned and thrust his hips against mine asking for a faster rhythm, and I sped up, pushing into him in a steady pulse of motion. I found myself wanting to hear more of those noises from the guitarist, and I started angling myself, searching for the one spot that would make Bou scream out what he wanted. One particular thrust made Bou cry out in pleasure and arch his back, pressing his stomach and chest against mine. I smiled and pushed in at the same angle but only harder and made Bou moan loudly all the while meeting my thrusts with some of his own. He finally did what I wanted him to do, he arched up and screamed out how wonderful he felt at that time.
“Harder…!” I complied pushing into him, using my whole body to anchor the intensity of the movement. Distantly I was amazed my bed hadn’t been moving with how hard it felt I was thrusting into the one below me, then I heard the seemingly distant sound of bed springs and the dull thump of the headboard. I almost felt sorry for the people who lived next to me, it was an old couple, consequently their bedroom was just on the other side of my bedroom wall. They would most likely be hearing my activities of the evening.
I snapped out of my trance and reached down with the hand that had been entwined with Bou’s to grip his sex, he took in a large breath, sounding like more of a hiss to me but none the less…he intook air. His erection was the only thing besides a breast deficit that gave him away, other than that he was feminine in all the right places. My hand was wrapped around his slippery member and I started to move my hand with my hips, stroking him in time. I felt that familiar tug at my stomach and sped up, literally slamming into him, feeling my release draw closer and closer. Bou threw his head back on the pillows, blonde hair a mess, and came, spilling his seed on my hand and on his stomach. I felt his muscles contract and hearing him scream like that made me follow after, allowing my cum to invade his body, hopefully soothing his insides. My whole body was taught for a few moments before a gently collapsed onto the blonde, both of us slick with sweat and other fluids. I brought my hand to my mouth and proceeded to lick the cum off of it, soon lowering my head down to Bou’s stomach and licking away the mess that was there as well.
After we’d both calmed down enough to speak, I’d made the confession I’d wanted to make for awhile.
“Bou, I…I love you…”
Bou had curled up in my arms and was almost asleep it seemed, but he snuggled closer to me and answered.
“I love you too Teruki-kun.”
That had been no more than five months ago, Bou and I had kept it a secret from the rest of the band. I didn’t want to have to explain myself. We’d gone to meet my parents for the fist time as a couple and, well, things didn’t go quite as planed. My mother had made Bou cry, my father had made me pissed off and I just didn’t want to think about what had happened if we’d stayed. Bou had offered to help with dishes after dinner, simply being the helpful sweet Bou everyone loves…that’s just his nature. My mother had agreed and no sooner had he been in the kitchen with her for five minutes, he came out hiding a distressed look and red, puffy eyes. It seemed that my mother had given ripped into him about being gay, looking like a girl, how much of a moral disgust she had in her own son now because of him, things like that. I already knew that those reasons would be at the top of her list. My father hadn’t been much better. He told me how disappointed he was in me, that he’d never have grandchildren, how the family name was tarnished by my lover. I’d resisted the urge to punch him as he went on about how much he thought Bou looked like a whore and must’ve been one.
That night at my parents’ house, Bou and I made love again, probably just as hard as the first time again. I didn’t try to quiet his screams and moans, part of me wanted my parents to know that this was what and who I was going to be doing and being with for the rest of my life. We had decided to leave the next day and the next morning, when Bou and I came down from my room, hand in hand, my mother couldn’t look at us without blushing and hating herself for it. My father couldn’t even look at us, he was so ashamed and embarrassed. When we left, I told Bou that we never had to do that again and he merely grinned and closed his eyes letting me drive us back home.
As I said, I cant look at you without feeling that I took something from you. But, even as I think that, you never once faltered in daily practices. When Miku made the comment about your change in demeanor, I could see a momentary panic on your face, but you quickly covered it up with a silly giggle and a witty comeback. There are a lot of things that Kannon and Miku don’t know about you, also, about me. You are a complete submissive, you enjoy being dominated in bed, you were a virgin when I took you. You also know things about me. I enjoy being in control of almost all situations I am in, I have a phobia of germs in my apartment. It only happens in my apartment, anywhere else, and it doesn’t bother me but, if it’s in my apartment it has to be absolutely clean. You remember that time when I was sick, you told me it was because I was so clean, and I couldn’t help but admit, you were right. Despite your appearance and attitude in public, you are really quite…morbid. Once, after we’d finished having sex, you were curled up against me, my arms around you, you made the comment that nothing in life really matters, everything goes back to the way it was supposed to be in death. I was in such shock; I couldn’t believe that you, Bou, had said something that frankly, scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I couldn’t explain it, I wasn’t scared that you were going to murder anyone, I was more afraid of what you might do to yourself.
I’m so caught up in the past that I don’t feel you tug on my arm. I’m brought out of my remembrances when you sit up fully, the sheets slipping from your shoulders slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just…remembering.” I look at you and you smile, quickly pressing a kiss to my cheek before laying back down. I find myself looking at you still, you are still so pure, you haven’t let me contaminate you the way I thought I was doing for the last months. It’s nice.
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Practice. Usually, it’s not that bad, but when you get a sleep deprived Miku and an equally caffeinated Kannon together in a room, well, it’s actually kind of funny. I was sitting behind my drums stretching my hands, they’d been bothering me for awhile, you sat on the floor to the left of me, about two yards away. You looked back and grinned sticking your tongue out at me.
“Don’t make me take up that offer.”
“What offer? Who said anything about an offer, you have to work for it mister.”
“Really?” I got up and stood behind you before grabbing your shoulder pulling you to stand as well. I pressed my lips against yours and felt your arms go around my neck and you allowed my tongue to enter your mouth without much work. I broke the kiss and put my forehead against yours, grinning.
“I thought you said I had to work for it.”
“…” I could feel you shift and step back pouting. God that was sexy… “You’re an ass.”
“I am? Am I as sexy as yours?”
“Now you’re just being stupid, no ones is better than mine…”
I was about to say something when Miku and Kannon came through the door to the studio, acting drunk as hell without the alcohol.
“’Sup everyone!?” Miku acted drunk, Kannon just acted as if he was on a caffeine high.
“Hi…” You and I both remembered the position we were in and made to move before anything was said…
“Why’re you guys standing so close?” …to late.
“No reason, Bou was acting stupid and almost fell so, I caught him.” It was plausible, you did things that were stupid sometimes, but then again, who doesn’t ne?
“All right.”
Practice went off without the slightest hitch. All of our songs were played to perfection and more and as the last note to the last song resounded through the studio, Miku began to laugh.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“Nothing I’m just sooooo happy that practice is over…I can sleep now!”
I sighed and shook my head at the comment. You were laughing as well, your whole body shaking with suppressed giggles. I could swear that in that moment I’ve never had an urge so strong to just start molesting you right there. You looked up at me and immediately stopped laughing a look of worry on your face. You never could hide emotion well…
“Teru-kun, daijoubu?”
“Ah…fine. Just fine.” I smiled and waved my hand in front of my face to dispel imaginary visions of our cute little Bou from my mind.
Kannon and Miku left the studio after practice was officially declared over. You stayed as did I, I have no idea why we stayed or anything. You put away your guitar, kneeling beside the case and snapping it closed, testing it a few times to make sure it was really shut. I slipped my drumsticks into the backpack I carried around as did I put the sheet music in it to. You came over and hugged my waist from behind, it only took me a moment to figure out it was you.
“what was that face for earlier?”
“…” I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to poison you with my perversion.
“Teruki look at me?” I did. “Why did you look so…weird earlier?”
“I…” I looked down, after so long and I still didn’t want to tell you how hard it was not to just ravish you anywhere. “I can’t tell you.”
“Why not.”
“I…Don’t want to taint you…” I don’t want to taint you with my sin anymore than you already are…my mind finished for me.
“Why would you think that you’d taint me. I already am tainted.” You look so sad…
“Do you regret what happened?” I didn’t put any type of emotion into the question, it just hung there.
“no…” Your voice was beginning to waver slightly, “How could I regret…why do you always say that you taint and defile me? Am I that repulsive to you now?”
“You never were repulsive to me, and even if you were the vilest thing to crawl out of the gutter, I would still love you all the same…” You were crying now, streaks of moisture running down your beautiful round cheeks.
“Why do you always hesitate…you always act as if I’m the most pure thing…I’m not…I’m not…”
I take you into my arms slowly sitting down on the floor with you, “I…-”
“No more lies, tell me the truth.” I feel you say against my shoulder; I sigh and hold you tighter.
“I…I hesitate, because…” I had to think how to word this, “You always have had this pure light in you. It shone so brightly, it always has. When…when I became attracted to you…I saw the light dim every time I came near it.” I paused collecting my thoughts. “I eventually found myself wanting to conquer that light, take it away…I scared myself with those thoughts and distanced myself from those feelings. That night…in my apartment, when you came over…I was scared of doing something that would ruin everything we had.” I laughed slightly, sounding horribly bitter to me. “Sometimes I think that the storm, it drove us together, maybe it was some higher power pushing us together…I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t explain why you are scared to touch me like you really want to…”
“I don’t want to defile that light. I don’t want to infect you with my perversion. Do you know how many times I’ve just wanted to throw you against a wall, the floor, the couch anywhere I can and just fuck your brains out?” My hold tightened on you, as I whispered the last part into your ear. “How many times I’ve wanted to hear you moan and scream in pain and pleasure?” I could feel you shiver in my arms, whether it was from cold or other I had no idea. “Right now even, I want to feel you writhing beneath me…I want to touch you and make you cum for me like a little girl for her first time…”
“So…why don’t you…no one’s here…” Your voice was breathy, barely above a whisper, but I heard it and chuckled deeply.
“You have no idea what I want from you…”
“You have no idea what I can do to you…you think I’m so innocent, but, not anymore. I’ve been with you to long…” you were breathing heavily, that was just from what I’d said, I couldn’t suppress the slightly maniacal thoughts from surfacing.
“Bou, if me just telling you those things made you this bothered, you will never be able to handle the real thing…” I am kissing your neck now, biting down softly on the pale skin.
“I’m willing to try it if you’re willing to teach me…” You pulled my head away from your neck and looked directly into my eyes. “One condition…”
“What?”
You nuzzled your face into my neck and bit me gently, “Don’t hold back…”
“Bou are you s-”
“Don’t hold back…” You kissed my lips, “You will know if it’s too much. I trust you…”
I gripped your shoulders and pushed you down onto the floor, sitting on top of your legs. I immediately attacked your neck biting down not nearly as gently as I had been doing minutes before, but you didn’t seem to mind so I continued. Your hands attempted to wonder up across my back but I quickly took both in my own hands and pinned them above your head, never stopping the vampire bites I left on you. You moaned louder with each bite and I didn’t stop there, I moved down the side of your neck to where your shirt collar was and stopped. I let go of your hands and let my own slide under your shirt, slowly memorizing each muscle, every indent, every inch of skin I found there. My hands ran up and down the length of your body making you arch up off the floor with barely restrained action. I let my fingers run over your nipples, teasing each one before completely removing your shirt and throwing it off in some random corner. Before you knew it, your hands were back where they had begun, one of my hands holding both of yours above your pretty little blonde head. I moved my head from your shoulder to your mouth, capturing it in a heated kiss, slipping my tongue into your mouth. You didn’t resist as I engaged yours in a battle for dominance, eventually ending with me winning. As I pulled back, I caught your bottom lip between my teeth and gave a slight tug, before kissing down your chin, down the front of your neck. I swept my tongue down over your barely noticeable Adam’s apple down to your collarbone.
My hands were still holding yours as I let my head fall to your chest, scraping my teeth against the soft skin, leaving red marks. You are writhing against my hold on you, to anyone else it might have made them think you were not comfortable with this, but I knew better. You loved being controlled during sex, you loved being out of control. I let my tongue run over each nipple shortly before moving down to the point where my hands could no longer hold yours above your head.
“Keep your hands in the same position.” I let go of your soft hands and slid down your body to your stomach, nipping at the skin lightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw you start to move an arm downwards, no doubt to hold onto something real to anchor yourself to reality. I slapped your thigh, silly you, you wore a skirt today…
“I told you to keep your hands up.” You stopped your hand and moved it back to it’s original position, “Good boy…” I exhaled the words against your lower tummy, making you shiver. I let my hands slide under the hem of your skirt moving upwards, running my fingers over the material of your tights…wait, oh, yes. You weren’t wearing complete tights, they were only thigh highs.
“Oh, my naughty little Bou, only wearing thigh-highs? And to top that off, wearing garters too?” I emphasized my sentence by running a finger up the thin line of material that held up your tights. “You must’ve been feeling special today, no?” I ran my other hand up your leg until I came to your panties; it amazed me that they were still in one piece. The tiny piece of clothing was stretched horribly, your erection trying to escape the confines, I decided to help. I hooked my fingers into the top of them and ripped them down, off your thighs and finally off your legs, and threw them in another random corner of the room. You arched up, I’m assuming it was the sudden rush of air against your exposed length. My fingers went to the belt that was low on your hips, quickly undoing it and slipping it down off you, taking the tights with it. Each exposed inch of flesh I felt with my lips and tongue until I came to your ankles.
I sent my hands back up your skirt, gently cupping your arousal with my hand while I kissed your mouth, letting your hands move this time. They wrapped around my neck pulling me to you more and more, letting your tongue play with mine. I felt you gasp as I unzipped your skirt pushing it down off your hips, I slid it down and off of you completely letting myself sit back long enough to strip all of my clothing off before kneeling between your spread legs. Before I had a chance to think, you had pushed me back onto the floor, only succeeding in making me sit on my butt. You had sat up, slightly light headed it seemed, and were crawling towards me in a type of predatory manner. You came to rest between my legs, nuzzling your head into my stomach before going down to my own hard cock. You were nervous, it was obvious, but soon you worked up enough courage to lightly run your tongue over it. I couldn’t suppress a slight moan, and when you gently sucked on the tip, using your tongue to massage it as well I just about came right there. I pushed you back, made you lay down again as I came to rest between your legs. I moved down to your cock and licked the underside, then I scraped my teeth along the top coming to your head and sucking on it roughly, then I pulled back, only to envelope you completely. You cried out in pleasure as the waves of feeling hit you, all I did was suck once, twice and you came, unloading your cum into my mouth. I didn’t mind it, so I swallowed; after all, there was no sanitary way of spiting it out. You were breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat clearly visible on you. I came up next to your ear and blew a few strands away.
“Lube or none?”
You seemed to contemplate this shortly before answering. “None.”
I was slightly surprised. “None? Are you sure, it will hurt…a lot.”
“I know, but I still want it…please I need it, now.”
“You want any prep?” ‘He’ll want that for sure…’
“…No…” I stared at you.
“Are you sure, I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Please?” You arched your back, rubbing your newly formed arousal against my stomach in the process.
I lifted your legs around my waist and balanced myself with one hand on the floor, using the other to gently lift your butt in the air a little.
“I love you…”
“Love you too…”
I pushed inside of you, you were so tight. The painful scream you let out made me feel sick, I moved to pull out but you wouldn’t let me, you only pushed me in deeper. I tried to ignore the thick trails of tears rolling down your face as I pulled out and thrust back in as gently as I could. I never wanted to hurt you but you had chosen this and I wasn’t going to not finish what I started. After a few thrusts at different angles I found one that made you scream, only in pleasure rather than pain. I smirked to myself and picked up the same angle only I thrust in harder and harder each time. I realized that the power of my hips was causing us to slide slightly on the floor of the studio, so with every thrust we moved about a tenth of an inch. I felt your nails clawing at my back in an honest attempt to hold me as close as you could, and I could feel your legs spasm with pleasure and squeeze my middle tighter every time.
My movements were becoming smoother thanks to the blood; it had to be blood seeing as you refused any type of lubrication. You were letting out half moans half gasps as I hit your prostate with each thrust; I was nearing my end, as were you so I sped up. Your breathing was labored, probably from not having had time to catch it after my little blowjob. Suddenly I switched positions, you were on top of me, and I under you. Your eyes were wide, most likely with a mixture of fear, anxiety, pleasure and uncertainty, you even moved to cover yourself up from my eyes but I quickly placed my hands on your hips giving you a small push and pull. You moaned out loudly as my cock penetrated deeper and deeper into you, now I could see the blood. It was rolling in small rivulets down the insides of your thighs, smeared on my length and even on my hands. The sickness I’d felt before returned and you must have noticed it too because you started to grind yourself against my hips, burring my aching member into you faster and harder, not letting up for a second. I grabbed your hips and slammed myself up off the floor and into your body, making you throw your head back and scream out as you came, white fluid spilling onto my chest from your untouched member. I continued to thrust feeling your muscles contract around me and squeeze even tighter than before and then I came. My whole body was strung taught for a few moments before I relaxed feeling my cum shoot into your body. I felt you collapse ontop of me and we lay there, my hands running through your hair until we both broke apart and fell asleep, not noticeing the wide-eyed looks from the door.
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