Relapse Part Two Need
Disclaim You know.
"You're so predictable," he sneers, gusting breath like alcohol and cigarettes into the small, quaking little teenager's face, his hand down the other boy's skintight leather pants. Looking like they could've been painted on. Looking so scared, big doe eyes flashing with fireworks and need. Because he wanted it bad. And because he didn't want it at all.
Pressed up against the bathroom stall, Asuka Tachibana's breath shivered and shimmered, and he almost cried with the desire.
The somewhat older male shoved his tongue inside the pretty mouth, loving on him furiously before they both were panting and gasping for air and sex and he realized who it was that he was all over, his heart like a bonfire burning up his loins, that this kid had a girlfriend, and that, looking into those big blithe eyes, it was almost painfully clear that
This was all that Asuka Tachibana had ever wanted from him.
"Jesus, kid," he panted, grinning against the other's parted lips. "You almost look like you love me."
It was all the fifteen-year-old could do to keep from bursting into tears. Aching for this thing he wanted, more than he had ever wanted in his entire life, he thought
Would it be so bad if I did?