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“I don’t like the way that they walk,” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his nearly-sunken chest. “It’s all legs, all arched back; like a zombie.” “It’s delicious.” I smack my gum against my tongue and cheek, pushing away from the wall with my shoulders. “You’re disgusting.” Another mumble: I’m repulsive. I don’t care. “They don’t even like you, anyway.” I shrug. “They don’t like anything that’s not like them.” He looks at a boy as he passes. The black hair, down to his shoulders in some spots, shaven to the scalp in others, razored

He pressed his mouth against the junction of my jaw and neck, exhaling hot air against my nervous flesh. I shivered, anger and arousal coursing through my veins. "St-ahhh..." He licked and sucked at my pulse, tongue stabbing like a separate heart beat. My legs were awkwardly standing, bent at the knee, spread; my upper body pressed against the piano, his hand the only thing between my chest and the polished wood. Fuckfuckfuck. His other hand, a master of discreet touch, carefully rid me of my singular towel, leaving me vulnerable, naked-- scared. This situation was all too familiar yet foreign at the same time, leaving me breathless. Do I

My eyes are kind of on fire. They're like. Burning. Incessently. Because I got soap in my eye. AND IT FUCKING HURTS. There's still water dripping from my hair when I answer the door. Did you ever notice how people always fucking call or come over when you're not dressed or when you don't want them there? I have a towel barely covering the lower half of my body and I'm sure I have a rather unpleasant look about my face when I open it. And then I immediately go to close not at all long after. "Aw, come on, baby, don't be like that," coos a voice from behind the large door. "Jared, get away from the motherfucking door right now." I'm tryi

I am heaven-sent. Don't. You. Dare. Forget. I am all you've ever wanted. What all the other boys all promised. I sigh against my arm, my head lain against the fore part. I want to sleep. I want to fucking sleep and then I won't have to talk to anyone at all. My phone beeps at me, trying to get my attention. It reminds me of my mother. I smash my fist against my bed, which really is completely ridiculous; it's soft and squishy. I am an idiot. Grabbing the phone, I flip it open to see the screen. Missed call from Jared. WELL, Jared. Go fuck yourself, You dick-sucking, butt-fucking, piece of flaming shit. I mute my phone and throw it

He says, "It's our casual luxury, this way we live. Our Miller High Life." He rolls a joint meticulously, making sure that its perfect. It clashes so well with his rugged, dirty appearance. "We're happier than we ever were." A bitter frown etches into his face. His clear complexion looks ugly with the expression, his eyes are dull. "We are what we feel. We're all God's royal children," she explains, "waiting to take the crown." I don't understand, but I say nothing either way. Who cares. I crawl into his lap, rest my head against his thigh. I can feel my brain pulsing against the sides of my skull. Rabum-rabum-rabum, like that. Rabum-rabum-

Alice's long, blonde hair was tickling Aiden's nose, as the more fey male was leaning over top of him; one of Alice's lithe arms had made their way around Aiden's neck, pulling his head up to smash their lips into a brutal kiss. Teeth hit teeth, lips smacked, tongues swirled. Aiden's left hand traced up Alice's thigh, cupping the bare ass offered to him. "Ahhmm, Aiden..." Grinding his hips downward, Alice bit down onto the other male's lower lip, tugging. Aiden continued to massage the soft, fleshy mound underneath his palm, reveling in the sounds the feminine boy made. "You bottom, right?" Aiden managed out, pushing his hips up and swivel