“Whoa–.. Indian XXX “Why.” Asher suddenly piped up. Their hearts heavily pounding against the other’s with a hidden cry for everything they themselves lacked. Blaze hissed instantly upon intimate contact. “IDIOT.” Asher rose, leaving the unfinished plate beside the blonde, before quickly snatching the limp bag. “I’m fine.”
“You sure? Blaze returned, his smile even deeper-set. “…”
With each careful, ever deepening swing, Blaze’s soft golden hairs and firmly pressed body caress the underside of Asher’s already susceptible shaft, bringing him dangerously over the edge again and again. //
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These dreams had truly become a nightmare. “that one day my curse stops fucking with me and takes YOUR sorry ass out my life for GOOD,”
Blaze remained silent. “I mean, at THIS point? “I’m finna bust…”
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Asher bit his lobe softly, each thrust had the confused and desperate male pleading, nearly in tears once more. “I promise-”
Asher caught his words with his hungry mouth, the explosion of sensations from both orifices drove them both quickly to the spot; where they both crash landed and lay in a tired heap atop one another. Why were either of them still here? “Ah- You aren’t proving shi- ahhhh…” Asher gasped, feeling Blaze’s fang softly scraping the side of his jaw, followed by a small curious tongue; as the grasp around his waist tightened.
