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@FirstMidnatt
𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗌. ⸻ ❛ I need no introduction. ❜
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𝙉𝙖𝙝, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢.
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won’t you shake a poor sinner’s hand?
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— His warm breath against the skin of the boy’s ear, where he left a tempting bite. —
Are you not?
— Voice mocking, amused. His hands shoved the boy forward, uncaring. After all, Angel was acting like he could take it.
He leaned in. —
Don’t you wish to be 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦? To be told how 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 you are?
Just like they do.
—Even if Keiran's words were planned to annoy him, Angel had a smile on his face, a devilish one—
But I'm not like the others —he said, while the gangster was closing the space between their bodies. A gasp, labored breathing. Being the predator's prey was one of those many
the shirt, skimming over the younger’s skin and tracing upwards until he got rid of the clothing . Unfortunately, breaking up the kiss. —
Shoes off, now.
— It was an order, voice mean and breathy, as he rushed to get rid of his own. —
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“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...”
— 𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. The Midnatt caught up immediately to his shenanigans, grabbing and pushing the boy’s hips against his own.
The room quickly turned steamier, clothes becoming too oppressive for this; so, those long, hot hands sneaked under
—Angel was an expert at exploring beyond limits, without fearing the consequences of exceeding them. As soon as the older man shortened the distance between their bodies, he sought to arouse him by moving his hips, soft moans through his mouth while kissing.
— Despacio, disfrutando del show privado, invocó a sus sombras tras el muchacho. Sus oscuras extremidades le rodearon, deslizando esos fríos dedos por la piel descubierta hasta alcanzar su meta: Con destreza deshizo la hebilla, y tiró de un extremo hasta retirarlo. —
—La adrenalina se le disparó con esa palabra, su cuerpo simplemente estremeciéndose. Mordió su labio inferior, y llevó el índice a delinear la prenda que iba a mencionar—:
Quítame el cinturón.
Hoy me siento. . . 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳��𝘴𝘰.
— Saboreó la palabra de la misma manera que saboreó la imagen frente a él.
Sus azules medianoche no perdían detalle, siguiendo el movimiento con evidente interés. Un interés que, al contrario que Ángel, pocos lograban mantener. —
¿Ahora si tengo el permiso de decirte lo que debes hacer?
—sonrisa de chulería con sus párpados caídos, Angel abrió sus piernas ligeramente. Iba sin camiseta, pero toda la parte de abajo aún la conservaba—
¿Y por dónde debería empezar?
— Le da un buen repaso con la mirada, no se corta. —
Soy el regalo de Navidad, los regalos hay que abrirlos.
La pena es que no vengas a hacerme compañía.
Una pena, ¿mhm?
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Me distraes mientras trabajo.
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he would simply allow him to do as he pleased.
He kept exploring the boy’s mouth, enjoying the warmth he provided. Hands forcefully grabbing those hips, pulling them impossibly closer. Bodies grinding, a growl escaped the Midnatt, frustrated by the lack of skin contact. —
— Toothy smirk hanged from the gangster, satisfied with the sounds stolen from the much younger man. Appreciating how, instead of shying away, Angel took initiative. Something he wasn’t used to, his past lovers always passive in action.
Yet, that did not mean
—Un ligero gemido por el bocado, acompañado de una bocanada de aire agitada. El pequeño dolor era satisfactorio, Angel no necesitaba aclarar los gustos propios; era la primera vez que se encontraban de aquel modo, y sin embargo la seguridad de entenderse era tan contundente que
crowding him against the wall with his body. Left arm bent over their heads, resting over the tiles, his right sneaking up the bare chest before closing around the vulnerable neck of the blond.
Smirk on his lips, gracing over the younger’s ear. —
But why should I?
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— There was a certain expectation from Keiran’s side of things, a silent agreement he believed existed between them. To keep things ambiguous, toying the line without ever crossing it. And, at the same time, an underlaying competition: Who would give in first?
—Si hubiera sido capaz de prevenirlo, tampoco lo hubiese hecho. Angel fue manipulado como si de un muñeco de trapo se tratase, soltando un quejido nada más todo su cuerpo se dio contra los azulejos fríos. Siseo incluido, pues el contraste de temperaturas fue molesto.
Funny, for he wasn’t entirely sure who caved. —
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Oh, it’s 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 than that, kid. Desperate, lost, naïve. Do you think you are the first brat who wants to get in my bed?
— Hold loosened up, confident that Angel wouldn’t move an inch as he got closer,
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You have a fine eye, stranger.
Kind of like me. Truth be told, I am here to find out about someone new in town. But, — He clicked his tongue, frustration sipping into his tone. — I just cannot get a good read on them.
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Hey, maybe you could help.
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@goldlght — The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. It was subtle, arrogant-like. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. Still, he didn’t let it go to his head. Keiran had a mission, a reason to be here, and so he continued.
Sipping at his glass, he chucked. —
la respuesta de Ángel exactamente la que buscaba.
Caninos atraparon el inferior del muchacho y tiraron de él con brusquedad, su lengua perfilando los mismos lenta y sinuosa. La provocación dándole un pequeño respiro a sus pulmones, respiraciones entrecortadas. —
— 𝘓𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘣í𝘢. Conocía al muchacho mejor que él mismo: sus deseos, sus necesidades, sus más oscuros secretos… Era su poder, después de todo. ¿Inocente? Nunca prometió serlo. Sí, podría mentir y fingir que jamás anticipó esto. El chico en su apartamento, en
—Mentiría si dijese que no lo había imaginado miles de veces. Que incluso, Keiran había sido su fantasía s*xual, el motivo de tantas veces de autoplacer. Y a Angel le encantaría creer que Keiran lo sabía.
Un sonido del gusto escapó con fuerza desde su garganta ante el »
su cama, en sus brazos, en sus labios. Qué jamás hubo premeditación por su parte, sólo dos personas que cometieron un error. Esas excusas que los hipócritas solían usar para justificar la inmortalidad de sus actos.
Keiran encontraba todo aquello una pérdida de tiempo, y
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