( DRAMA AT THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND ) [m]

[jace abel mckee.]

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he poked the body with the edge of his bare toe, shuddering in disgust that his skin was coming into contact with the slowly decomposing, just killed mass. yes, it was most definitely dead, which was good, because jace needed new clothing and he rather liked the jeans this one was wearing. he stepped away and observed the body, shivering slightly because, a, it was nighttime and this place wasn’t exactly kept heated 24/7, and b, he was wearing only a pair of boxers, and though jace had gotten much action from that, his need for warmth in the form of something other than another human body that he was thrusting into was growing. he had lost a good portion of his clothing earlier when three bullets had walked in, held him at gunpoint, and hadn’t found his charming personality all that charming. so yes, he had been spending the majority of the day in the same clothes, and he was rather in need of some new ones. he didn’t want the dead dude’s shirt, just the pants – he was perfectly fine going shirtless, as you could obviously see. in truth, he was perfectly fine going naked, but at the moment, he was freezing his ass off, so a pair of jeans sounded perfectly nice. he pulled them off of the body – and the boxers too; they looked just about right – and pulled he jeans on. then he looked around the room, and found a bag lying a few feet away. he looked in it, and found a few hair care products and other such toiletries, and smirked. win win for him. he stuffed the boxers inside, and pulled on the jeans, doing up the pants and belt, but letting them hang from his waist rather than securing them, so that his boxers could be shown off. yes, he was well aware that he was acting rather chav-like, but no, he didn’t care at all.

he picked up the bag – it was the size of a purse, but he only had to shove that pair of boxers in it, so that didn’t matter to him – and then looked back at the body, deciding it would probably be a good idea to take the socks and shoes too. he reached back down, pulling off the shoes and the socks and pulling them on. the shoes were tennis shoes and not really jace’s style, but they were his size and he didn’t really feel like walking around barefoot at the moment. then he observed the body, patted the guy’s exposed crotch, gave him a little kiss on the forehead, and then reached into the jeans, finding what he knew was there – a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. he hummed softly, pulling a fag out and lighting it, letting it hang from his lips as he took a drag, closing his eyes in thanks. then, he set the lighter next to the guy’s hair, pulled the little trigger, and watched as he caught. he smiled, letting the body slowly burn. he hadn’t been the one to kill the guy, but still – when you found somebody with a good pair of jeans on and a bullet through their head, it was always a good time to take advantage of their misfortune.

jace didn’t have much respect for the dead, in case you hadn’t noticed.

with the bag held in his hand, a fag hanging from his lips, and a shirt not covering his torso, jace exited the small little bathroom that he had found the body in and started walking to where the communal showers were at. now, jace spent a quite a lot of time standing under the hot water, letting it run over his body…now try and figure out how much of that time was spent actually showering. half of his purpose for going to the showers was to get clean. the other half was to find somebody gorgeous to fuck. or, at the very least, somebody with a working penis and a hole. he really wasn’t that picky. he needed a good lay, even though his last one had been about two hours ago. why? because he was a damn sex addict. unless he was asleep, he generally needed to be in somebody – or, for the very rare occasion that mostly came when it concerned jaiden, have somebody in him – every few hours or so. yes, he had that kind of energy, and yes, he had that kind of addiction. it was worse than the drugs and alcohol, both of which weren’t all that bad, admittedly, but still – jace needed sex to function. if he didn’t get it, he was angrier than he was normally, and considering jace wasn’t exactly all sunshine and flowers to begin with, that wasn’t something you wanted to deal with, you could be sure of that. jace made his way past a few fighting bullets, straying over to the wall to not get caught in the middle of it – he was too pretty to risk getting into a fight – and then turned a corner, finding the door that led to one of the showering rooms. he hummed, pushing open the door, and glanced through the curtain covering the communal area. darn. nobody was there. he sighed, pulling off his clothes and walking into the shower area, shoving his stuff up onto a shelf out of reach of the water. he turned on his own shower, and then put on another three so that he could maneuver around the room and still be in relatively warm water. he stepped under the water, feeling his red and black hair become wet and fall out of its style. he sighed, reaching for the shampoo, and then blinked, hearing footsteps. he smirked, stroking himself to hardness quickly – it was always a good idea to be ready – and then started applying shampoo to his hair, shoving it under the water again just as he heard somebody walk into the shower. he smirked, looking away and glancing at the other boy. “you wanna fuck?

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[ethan samuel jenkins.]

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE.
who am i to disagree?

ethan was high. big motherfucking surprise. ethan samuel jenkins, five foot six and skinnier than your garden hose, was always high. he was the one you fully expected to be stumbling down the hallway with his pants around his ankles and a joint hanging from his lips, his pupils blown and a dead give away that pot was not his only vice. he was viciously, horribly addicted to multiple substances, the most prominent being crack cocaine, which he smoked through a pipe. realistically, he would be smoking heroin by now if it were not for his incredibly overbearing brother who he still craved the attention and love of despite taking several vicious beatings and rapes from aaron. don't get me wrong, ethan was not usually the weak, victim type. he had a temper on him and was quick to attack, but when it came to aaron, he appeared to be a glutton for punishment. in all honesty, on some level that even ethan was unaware of, he craved the rape, missed it when it wasn't happening. he had spent so many years being his stepfather's bitch that he felt quite hollow when he wasn't being used. that was the real reason he had turned to prostitution, not because he craved control like he believed. ethan, however, was not a psychologist, nor had he paid much attention in psychology, so he was unaware of these underlying issues. all he knew was that he was a very angry boy with a lot of sexual and narcotic cravings. realistically, that was all he was willing to accept. anything more was simply unacceptable to the boy who craved the feeling of being in charge of his own destiny, determined never to let anyone control him again; the very thought that his very public demands to be fucked (on his own terms) were secretly a cry to be controlled and abused would confuse him, for why the hell would he want that?

it was because that was all ethan had ever known. on some scale or another, he had always been someone else's puppet. as a child, it had been his abandonment issues from his mother making him cling desperately to aaron and his nanny, becoming doubly needy when the nanny had been fired. it had become all about aaron; aaron's needs, making aaron happy, being the perfect brother for aaron. he simply couldn't handle that aaron might one day leave him too. next had come their stepfather, the paedophillic bastard who had raped ethan when he was just eleven years old, every single night. yes, ethan had screamed, he'd torn, he'd cried his heart out and climbed into bed with aaron, but somewhere deep inside, that part he never listened to, something was crying out 'yes! someone wants me, someone needs me; it doesn't matter how much it hurts, i'm important!' - not that he'll ever face up to this, as doing so would disgust him. it wasn't so much that he enjoyed what his stepfather did, but he felt he had found a purpose, something that only he could provide his stepfather, or so he thought. then his stepfather left. his purpose was gone, and he was left with a sense of self-loathing and need, something he misunderstood as fear of sex and lack of control and took to the streets. there, he fucked anything that moved and quickly flowed into the drug scene, taking something, anything which would numb that gnawing feeling inside which was not screaming 'give me back control!', but 'control me, use me, abuse me!'. but of course, he didn't hear that.

so yes, he was high. not quite as badly as i mentioned before, but close. his hair stuck up at the back, having just woken up underneath some guy he didn't remember fucking. he was sweaty, and clingy, and he hated it. his jeans had a large white stain on them which he wasn't even going to contemplate the origin of, it was easy enough to guess. his belt had been fastened around his hips loosely, not holding anything up and his jeans were falling down around his skinny form, having to be periodically pulled up to give people less than the revealing view they deserved. even as he floated down the corridor, off his face on crack and barely aware of his surroundings, he was checking people out for his next fix. sexual fix, i mean. he was horny, always horny. yes, he was fucked up and tousled, but it wasn't in that typical 'i'm a crack whore from the streets, give me five dollars and i'll let you give me hiv' kind of way, no; he pulled it off. the tousled hair gave him the sleepy look of those boys you just want to cuddle, the drugs evident in his pupils simply made his eyes scream 'come to bed' and the decidedly loose pants around his hips, showing off his ass cheeks just made him seem like someone you had to rescue. it was planned, somewhere in his head, but the sweat from sharing body heat with that other boy was definitely not. it glistened and stuck to his skin, probably mingled with the same substance which stained his jeans. ethan was going to take a shower. immediately.

he disliked being filthy, unless it was in the metaphorical sense which needs no real explanation. that kind of dirty he didn't mind at all. it was his speciality, after all. the short boy made his way into the showers, not yet passing through the curtain and simply kicking off his jeans, unfastening his belt and tossing it aside, not really caring what happened to them - it would only make his job easier if he walked around naked; the drugs he took made him warm anyway. he looked in the mirror and smirked at his messed-up appearance, ruffling his hair further - yes, he could hear the running water. yes, he hoped it was another boy, and a gay one at that; either that or a very open minded straight boy who he could dope up on drugs and convince that any hole is a goal. he'd done that before, in his desperation for sex. he padded through to the shared shower area barefoot, obviously, since he was naked, and perked an eyebrow at the boy standing there. it seemed to him that jace had stolen the words which died in his throat, leaving him momentarily flabberghasted - he was used to being the pursuer; it was a welcome change. his gaze, naturally, flitted to jace's ready and waiting hardness, even before he'd looked at his face. he let his eyes drift over the other boy's toned body, licking his lips appreciatively. his hair was dark at present, but in two tones; he wondered what it was like dry, then decided it didn't matter. the sight of the water dripping tantalisingly was enough for him to make up his mind. all of this he did in a split second, like those moments which seem to slow down enough for you to write an essay inside your mind. he moved over,stepping under the same spray as jace was under, moving to press himself chest-to-chest against jace, leaning forward and licking a line of water from his neck to just below his ear. "yes." he whispered seductively, his hand already wrapping around the shaft which had been awaiting him, stroking him firmly but slowly and pulling back to look jace in the eye, his own - while drug-addled - extremely darkened with lust.

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[jace abel mckee.]

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jace was well aware of the fact that he was very attractive. after all, it wasn’t like he got all this sex from date raping people – people wanted to have him inside of them, wanted to be tangled up in the sheets with him, wanted to feel him groaning and coming deep inside them…hell, he would too, if he were outside his body. and jace made damn well sure that he used his very lovely body to the fullest extent. he wandered around in boxers if he wanted to get somebody to lust after him. he would make sure he wore the skinniest of skinny jeans to show off his ass if he had to. he’d put fucking oil on himself if he had to; he knew how to show off his body. he had been a prostitute – he knew how to get people to want him. even those little frat boy pledges that he had been called upon to haze were attracted to him, even if he was straight. he could make a straight man turn gay, believe me. he knew how to make people want him, without using drugs. of course, jace didn’t take no for an answer, so when people didn’t approve of his advances, he resorted to rohypnol. believe me – jace had plenty of rohypnol. in fact, he had his own private garden hidden on the grounds that only he knew about, and he dealt the stuff out to the streets and a few rapists in exchange for sex or weed. jace didn’t care much for crack or heroin, mainly weed, and every now and then, ecstasy, but other than that, it was weed that he cared for. he had tried plenty of drugs before, but, in truth, he only liked being stoned. and the high ecstasy pills gave him. oh, and prescription medication too – those were always perfect, and much easier to come by, right? right. anyways, yes. jace wasn’t above date raping. at all.

now, how did jace here keep his body looking so good? he had to work out, right? wrong. jace ate healthy enough – it was probably one of the few healthy things he did do – got all of his veggies and fruits and ate enough of the right things, but that didn’t explain how he had a slightly muscular build, how he was so lean. well, the answer to that was also simple, and it was jace’s secret – he did yoga. yes. yoga. you heard me right. yoga. it was one of jace’s secrets that nobody was to know about. jace had been doing yoga since he was ten years old. he had done it in ode to his dead mother after he had seen his father shoot her – his mom had been a big fan of yoga, and since jace had always and only ever loved his mom – considering she was the only human thing he loved, she was rather important to him – he had wanted to do something to remember her. so he had started taking yoga. he had gone to classes for a bit, but then became a bit too embarrassed – yes, jace had the ability to become embarrassed – and ended up doing it in his own free time. he did it when he woke up, before going to bed, whenever he was bored and had already resorted to masturbation…the usual like. did he do it naked? aha. no. he didn’t want to be taken up the ass while he was crouched over. he did do it in his underwear, though, so he could still tease somebody if they walked in. and yes, jace knew how to tease perfectly, but i’m sure you could already have guessed that. but yes. jace did yoga. he was rather flexible, which, as i’m sure you could guess, was rather helpful in a few choice situations, and it also gave him his toned appearance. he was building muscles and flexibility when he stretched, and that was always good. plus, it made him look like a hot little slut, which was always something he wanted.

he smirked as his eyes connected with the boy, looking him over. he was thin…and small…and that was just perfect. small people could get on their knees faster. and he didn’t have all that bad of a body either. nice legs…a few bruises, but when you were in desolation row, those were to be expected…a rather nice looking face, good eyes…and a hardening dick. ah, good, so he was gay. or, at the very least, bisexual. whichever he was, he was into getting stuff shoved inside him, which was precisely what jace was going to do. he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking appreciatively at the boy, looking completely comfortable. after all, this was his element – standing there with a hard-on in the shower, watching as another guy walked towards him so they could fuck. he waited for the boy under the shower, knowing the answer to his question without the boy even saying a single word. jace was, naturally, a very blunt person when it came to sex. when he wanted to fuck, he made it known – he didn’t bother beating around the bush. and this boy didn’t seem to care about it at all. the boy pressed his body against jace, and jace pressed back, wrapping his arms around the boy, one hand gripping his hair, the other, his ass. if jace hadn’t already gotten his daily fix of fucks, he probably would have gone ape shit on the boy for touching him without permission, but once jace had managed to satisfy his daily quota of orgasms, then he quite frankly didn’t care what they did. he heard ethan answer his question, and smirked, groaning as he felt the smaller boy wrap a hand around jace’s cock and start stroking him. he would let him for the time being, but if that kid thought he was going to dominate jace, he was very, very wrong. he pulled ethan right back after their eyes had connected, and he pressed his mouth against ethan’s, arms wrapped around the smaller boy tightly as he kissed him passionately, tongue seeking immediate entrance into ethan’s mouth. the hand on ethan’s ass moved so that it was opening his legs a bit from behind, and he pressed a finger teasingly against his entrance, moaning quietly into the kiss, feeling the water falling against them. he pulled the hand away, reaching for his bottle of shampoo while still holding onto ethan with the other hand, thrusting his cock up into ethan’s strokes every few seconds. he kept his mouth glued to ethan’s while his hands worked to get a bit of shampoo onto the fingers of his right hand, and then they travelled back down to his ass. he slipped the hand between ethan’s legs, pushing a finger into ethan’s ass, quickly followed by the second and third; he wasn’t going to waste any time here. he pushed them as deep as he could get into ethan’s ass, and then started thrusting them, moving so that he could pin ethan to the wall, the other hand now moving to stroke ethan himself as jace moaned into the kiss.

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WORDS!?![/b] one thousand two hundred seven
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[ethan samuel jenkins.]

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE.
who am i to disagree?

did ethan realise he was attractive? yes. not in that, 'oh hey, look at me, i'm the hottest thing since sliced bread' kind of way, no. but he knew it. no unattractive person could make as much business from sex as ethan did, especially not a male. male prostitutes were scarce for a reason - they were in nowhere near as much demand as females. ethan's short stature and slight build were particularly popular with people who wanted him to pretend to be younger than he was, dress up in schoolboy clothes and such. it was sick, and irked ethan, but sex was sex and in a way he was just glad that these people were satisfying their paedophillic urges on someone who was in fact over age. it saved some poor kid from going through what he had. that was his reasoning, at least. whether that was the truth of it was another matter entirely. in all honesty, ethan was not entirely sure of the truth anymore. recently, he had started hearing things in his mind. not like schizophrenia or multiple personalities, just voices. sometimes the voice of his stepfather, sometimes his mother. sometimes, it was even aaron who tormented him. ethan drowned it out with an increasingly spiralling addiction to crack cocaine which had, on one occasion resulted in him injecting. if you were to ask ethan about rape, he would probably freak out at you. had he known about jace's rohypnol stash it would have made him attack violently and ask questions later. his temper was simply like that. he could fly off the handle at the smallest provocations, trigger words which set the voices screaming inside his head, then he would be saying it, doing what the voices screamed, blinded by the noise they created and lashing out blindly, their puppet. was he crazy? maybe. it was also just as likely that it was a side effect of the drugs he was taking. a vicious circle, if that were the case, for the more he heard them, the more drugs he would take and the louder they would get.

as for ethan's body; he was toned to some extent, but most of it was simply skin and bones. he barely weighed 100 pounds in total. it was a product of forgetting to eat, the excessive amount of sexual exercise he employed and the drugs which wasted away at his muscles. when it came to food, ethan had to often be forced to eat or he could go days without eating. the crack cocaine, with its anaesthetic properties, numbed him to his hunger and he practically forgot it was a necessity. not that he really gave a shit about his health - he smoked, drank, took drugs and fucked around at a world record level, every day without fail. death was something he awaited with open arms because he knew that he would be greeting it on his own terms and not some dickhead who had pushed him to suicide or something similar. everything in ethans life was a contradiction. in striving to gain control, he lost a little more every day - increasing his drug doseage, demanding more and more sex, drinking; he would never admit that he couldn't stop, only that he wouldn't. just like everything he had no power over, it was 'his choice'. back on point, though; ethan didn't need to have some kind of hobby to keep him slim, he was already a little underweight and it showed. some people had even joked that they would break him if they fucked him too hard; it was a running joke, but probably a little true, not that the risk would ever stop him from wanting it. he was a sex addict - it was what he thought of first when he woke up, quickly followed by 'where's my crack pipe?' and the last thing he thought of at night, usually crushed beneath some kid whose average size crushed his tiny frame, too high and fucked out to feel it; he always insisted on multiple orgasms at the end of the night, it was the only thing which could make his drug hyped body calm down. failing that, there was always his own hand and those wonderful moments where he got caught jacking off by some semi-straight guy who simply couldn't resist shoving himself deep inside ethan. they weren't gay of course, oh no; fucking a slut didn't count as changing sides apparently. ethan had a thing for turning straight guys. they always pounded that little bit harder, moaned that little bit louder in surprise at finding him so tight. they also always, always came back for more.

jace's gaze was piercing, slightly appreciative, which was always good, and scrutinising. ethan endured it without so much as a blink, used to being surveyed as nothing more than merchandise. he didn't allow it to get to him; if he did, he would scare off potential customers, something he was simply unwilling to allow. he studied jace in a somewhat more demure manner, less obvious of his attention but equally approving. the other boy was attractive, most definitely ethan's type; by type i mean the people who were more than your bog-standard two legs and a hole fuck, the people who actually got him horny after he'd already fucked them just at the memory. don't mistake that for commitment, for what whore could really ever settle down? they couldn't. it just wasn't done. jace's eyes upon him screamed dominance, and that was just fine with ethan. the boy himself was a bottom versatile, preferring to be fucked but quite happy to top if it was the only thing on offer. he too was in his element here, pleasantly surprised by jace's forwardness. he himself was a bit of a submissive bitch at times, preferring to guage the situation and assess whether or not his 'target' was approachable. if jace hadn't spoken, he would have stared at him for a while before probably starting to jack himself off not so subtly until he attracted jace's sexual attention. it didn't matter, really. in the end, he almost always got what he wanted. once he was pressed up against jace, he allowed a thrill of excitement to pass through his body, making him harder still as he stepped closer, feeling jace's hand on his ass. his hand moved a little faster on him in response to his moan, mouth crashing against the taller boys as he was pulled back, his returned kiss demanding and needy but the submissive force in the moment. he knew how to express his need to be dominated even without realising it. it was one thing people liked about him, his willingness to be the bitch, while keeping his strength with him; he could put up a fight, but ultimately always ended up doing what his partner, and himself secretly, wanted him to. his lips parted, granting jace access, distracting him from the movements of the other boy's hand, surprised pleasantly as the fingers invaded him in quick succession, making him moan into the heated kiss, kicking the sexual tension in the small room up a notch. he found himself maneuvred against the back wall, the fingers delving deep inside him as his hips rocked instinctively against them, his eyes almost going blurry with pleasure as jace added his other hand to the mix, moaning again. "fuck..ohgod.." he breathed, moving his own hand to match jace's pace, growing more and more eager as the seconds passed.





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[jace abel mckee.]

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as time went on and you got to know jace a bit better – if he allowed you to even get anywhere close to him, which was very, very unlikely – you’d find that jace was a very impatient person. hell, you could figure that out about him at first. he liked getting straight to the point, being blunt about things. he didn’t like having to beat around the bush or give subtle little hints. he didn’t like waiting. if it were a five step process, jace would find a way to make it a one-step process. he didn’t like having to take the extra time to do things, just get right to the point and do that. that was how he was with people’s feelings – he didn’t bother trying to make telling them that he hated them any less venomous than it was going to sound, he just came out and said it. he didn’t have the time to fake being their friend or fake caring about them. and that was also the way he was with sex. if he wanted sex, he wanted it now. he counted foreplay as sex sometimes, and other times, he just went and shoved himself in another person without any warning at all. if jace wanted an orgasm, he was going to get it, and if he couldn’t get one, then yes, he was going to go to his hand. but if he had a certain person there that was refusing to give him sex…well, that was when jace’s impatience came in. he gave the person three chances to start fucking him usually, and when the dude had used up all three, jace pulled the tiny little pill out of his pocket and shoved it in their drink, and bam. they were moaning his name. jace never did rape when they were sober unless he wanted to hurt them, but date rape? that was perfectly fine. rape was only to be used when jace wanted revenge…when he wanted sex, though, he could drug them, and at least they were going to want it through their own clouded judgment. his reasoning was a bit fucked, but then again, he was jace, and jace did whatever the fuck he wanted. and it wasn’t like he was going to get in trouble for raping people or date raping them when he was in desolation row, right? he was immune from the law. it didn’t matter if he killed anyone or not – he wasn’t going to get in trouble for it. at all.

he gasped lowly, feeling ethan’s hand rubbing him a bit faster as he pushed his fingers even deeper into ethan’s ass. today was one of those days where jace was perfectly fine with foreplay. well, some foreplay. fingering? yes. blowjobs? maybe. not right now, though. anything else might be a bit testy with him, but for the moment, he was fine with what was going on. ethan could stroke him while jace made sure he was loose enough for jace’s rather large dick. he kissed ethan harder, his tongue finding its way into the other boy’s mouth, moving to press ethan up against the wet wall, still under the spray of the shower’s hot water. jace could not deal with warm water, or cold water – it had to be warm, on the verge of boiling. he could not handle anything cooler. especially when it came to sex. sex had to be hot, and if it was done in a shower or something like that, the water better be just as equally as hot. well, not literally, because then jace would be on fire, but you got the picture. he moaned into ethan’s mouth, pushing a third finger into his ass and pressing them against his prostate, feeling the boy react to the touch. like i said – jace was an expert at how to make the other person feel good. if he was having consensual sex, then generally, he made the other person feel just as good as jace did, unless it was rough sex – of course, the other person would probably want the pain and thought it felt good, in which case, jace made them feel good too. jace was always the dominating force in sex – he refused to bottom, unless it was a special case – jaiden – but he was usually on top in those cases anyways. jace did not like other people controlling him. he disliked it greatly. he wanted to be the one in charge, nobody else. he was the only one who could do things right, sadly. in his eyes, at least. and when it came to his eyes, how he saw through them was the only thing that mattered, and he saw that he should always be on top in sex, thank you very much.

he pulled his fingers out of ethan, sliding the hand up to stroke the boy’s wet cheek, moving the other hand through his wet hair. he moved away from the boys mouth, pulling his head back a bit so he could move his mouth along ethan’s neck, leaving a small mark and then running his tongue over the skin, biting every now and then. he dropped down further, skipping over his collarbone to ethan’s nipples. jace had no plans to give the boy a blowjob, but nobody said he couldn’t do anything else. he ran his tongue over the kid’s nipples, teasing him softly, and quickly moving to get on his knees, on eye level with the boy’s stomach. he ran a hand over ethan’s length teasingly, giving him the idea that he was going to blow him, and then pressed his mouth to ethan’s belly button, blowing cool air into it, dipping his tongue in and licking him. jace knew the belly button was oddly an area of intense nerves, and therefore, it felt a lot of things. pleasure was one of them, especially when it was provoked in the ways jace was provoking it. he ran the tongue around the sides of ethan’s naval, blowing more cool air every now and then, molesting the area for a good two minutes before standing up against. he pressed himself back against ethan, turning the water temperature up and forcing the boy’s legs open, and, without warning, pushing himself into the boy. he moaned out, pressing his mouth back to ethan’s to silence it, and gripped the boy’s hips tightly, getting situated inside of him before quickly starting to rock his hips forward. he started thrusting, forcing himself as deep as he could go the first few times and then working a bit harder, his goal to find the prostate and hit it as many times as he possibly could. he didn’t know if he was going to fuck ethan again after this, but, he really didn’t care – all he wanted right now was one orgasm. he didn’t know, nor care, if there would be more. all he cared about was the sex happening right here.

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[/b] ethan bby <3
WORDS!?![/b] one one six eight
MUSE!?![/b] okayish D:
MUSIC!?![/b] i constantly thank god for esteban – panic! at the disco
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[ethan samuel jenkins.]

this is kirstie demanding that she make a post today. TODAY, kirstie.

yes, she's talking to herself in the third person. pulled an allnighter, so this post will be done when she's had some sleep.

bug me, kyle D<