Es imposible que yo te olvide.

Es imposible que yo me vaya Cesar Cerrabello || 35 Anos

[cesar-aprende]

Cesar was halfway out of his seat before her reply reeled him back in; he nodded, though he continued to look critically at her face for any sign of pain. “Lo siento.. it must be a very uncomfortable feeling. But if you’re sure.. no medicine for now. They will probably come back in to check your heart and blood pressure soon. They do that a lot here.”

He grinned a little, his tears having receded for now, because whether she recognized him or not, she was still awake. It was a miracle, and no time to be upset. “You know a lot of Spanish,” he reminded her gently. “A lot of times, you would speak Spanish to me while I spoke in English to you, so that we could both understand and get better at our second languages. You are very good at it. Don’t worry, you will remember,” Cesar added, apparently confident in the matter.

“We didn’t meet that long ago.. A few weeks. Our romance has gone very quickly, which may be why you do not remember any of it. I- my name is Cesar.. there is a vaccinations programa up at the school, that teaches adult submissives like me how to do skills that we can get jobs with, like being a typist or a painter or a carpenter. I was studying to learn how to repair cars.. but I really would like to be a pilot one day. I just worry that I am aiming too high, so I settled on auto mechanic. You and I met because my teacher is one of your friends. We used to have him pass letters between us sometimes. You helped him with his photography class as well.”

Cesar smiled fondly up at her, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. “We love each other very much. We had sex for the first time three nights before the fire happened, and it was increíble. You said my name a lot. And because it was not safe in the town, you let me stay with you in your dormitory so that I could still go to classes. It was very kind of you, to let me into your space when, as I say, we have not been together very long. We went out on a date, but then I didn’t hear from you for a while.. I was afraid you didn’t like me anymore. I wanted to do something wonderful for you, to get your attention again, but before I could get the money together, everything in the world began to go wrong.” It was a lot of information and he didn’t want to overload her; he stopped and smiled at her again, gently touching her fingers while he waited for her to process it all.

[thewrathofawright]

Um. Hi. I don’t… really know any of you. Apparently I hit my head really hard at… the school. And I have, um… amnesia of some sort. But they told me my name is Erica Wright and I’m a Domme.

The doctors told me that I should try and talk to people, and I don’t really have anything else to do with myself while I lay here. So I guess I’ll try it. They think that if I start talking to people it’ll help with my memory.

So. Yeah. Hi. It’s, um. Nice to meet you all.

[cesar-aprende]

It is good to see you up and awake, Miss Wright. I am Cesar Cerrabello, un sumiso and friend to you. How are you feeling?

[wells-its-carter]

Can someone tell the fascist regime running this godforsaken cesspool that I’m allowed out of my fucking room?!

Jesus Christ, I was in a building that got blown the fuck up and lived through it, I think I can handle a fucking walk.

[cesar-aprende]

.. Profesor? What is the matter? 

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

Hi & Bye

[freemanemmett]

ms-lexi-miller:

I’m sorry. I can’t - I don’t know who many people are right now; I know, like, my family and my boyfriend now, and I’m doing my best to remember the people who come visit. I’m sure I like you very much, it’s not personal … ? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.

It’s hard to say I don’t want to go when I can’t even remember why i’d stay.

… Boyfriend? My apologies, Miss Miller. I didn’t mean to upset you. You… must have a case of amnesia. Uhm. I wish you luck with that getting better… I’m Emmett. We’re… friends. We’ve hung out a few times. That’s all…

Well.. I hope that whatever happens is in your best interest…

[cesar-aprende]

Si- her boyfriend, soy yo. 

Remember I borrowed money from you to come and see her?

Que paso, Emmett? Everything is okay, yes?

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

Rewrite This Story | Cesar & Lexi

The fog of painkillers and sheer exhaustion made it impossible to truly call it “waking up,” but Lexi’s eyes blinked open, at the very least. It took less and less effort to remember where she was each time she stirred, so maybe that was progress of some kind, but the memories weren’t her own. They’d been spoon-fed to her by monotone doctors and the well-meaning nurses who came by to check her vitals so often it was fruitless to try to get any legitimate rest; there had been an accident, and she was in the hospital - she was going to be fine, just fine, but it seemed that she was experiencing amnesia, and could she remember her name? They never offered details, telling her that would all come with time, and for now they just wanted her to rest, which always turned out to be a dirty lie because, it seemed, no sooner did she drift off than more people came by to poke and prod.

Others were there too, beyond the medical staff. The distinguished but aged man who looked at her with a perpetually-furrowed brow even when he was trying to give a smile, that was her father. Daddy, according to the frenetic woman who seemingly never stopped crying - her mother, that made sense - and Dad according to the trio of well-dressed older men who she was informed were her brothers. They gave her the most trouble, all resembling one another closely enough that she was sure those not experiencing amnesia would still have trouble deciphering one from the other. It was easier to spot the differences between them when they were all in front of her at once, but that brought the added chaos of having three to five stressed-out Italians in a very confined room, so the hospital staff had quickly put an end to that: No more than two visitors at once until the patient was feeling up to company, even if they were family.

One brother was sitting on the edge of a plastic chair, elbows digging into his thighs as he rested his face in his hands. He was … not Anthony, because Anthony had shorter hair. Kendrick? Whoever it was did a bit of a double-take when he turned to see her staring at him, a fair reaction even if she didn’t look like a zombie - she assumed, at least, it wasn’t as though anyone had given her a mirror; she could see the galaxy of rainbow bruises absolutely covering her body when they sponged her down, and the smell locked in her tresses was like the bonfire from hell - but his chiseled features softened as he jumped up to stand by her side.

“There’s my girl. I, uh, I made Dad take Ma back to their hotel for the night, I think she was getting a little unhinged. I mean, you’ve seen her - she’s been a wreck. We’ve, uh, we’ve all just been kind of wrecked, Lu.” His voice broke and he shoved a hand towards his face, violently wiping away a few tears as though he was angry they existed. He took her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles as he continued to ramble. “D-do you remember that? We call you LuLu, it’s a … there’s a song.”

He mumbled a childish little melody under his breath to the best of his ability before getting choked up again. He gave a quick tap to the back of her hand with his free one as he cleared his throat, bending to drop a kiss on her forehead. “Ken’s in the waiting room, I’m just gonna … go tell him you’re up.”

Oh, so this was Luca.

“He’s here, if you need anything,” her brother added with a nod of his chin, drawing Lexi’s attention to a man napping in the opposite corner of the room. Her - boyfriend, they said; well, everyone other than the brother who too-insistently referred to him as her pal or her buddy. “He, uh … he hasn’t left your side, kid.”

Luca disappeared, shutting the door behind him with a soft click, and Lexi watched as the noise caused the man in the corner to stir.

[cesar-aprende]

It had been a very, very long day. Cesar had been forced to spend a lot of it out in the crowded waiting room, listening to other people panic and cry around him. He'd shed a fair few tears of his own, but mostly he either kept to himself in a corner of the room, watching the door, or he hovered by the nurse's station looking upset and forlorn, like a dog who couldn't understand why its master hadn't come home. The women behind the desk took pity on him after a while and would try to pass him updates on Lexi's condition, or try to mother him into eating or drinking something while he waited.

When he was finally allowed back to see her, Cesar made a promise to himself that he wouldn't leave the room again. They would have to physically remove him. But he was worried that someone actually would, so it quickly became a habit of his to shrink away to a far corner and be quiet whenever a doctor or a member of Lexi's family would come in, to try and make the room seem less crowded. It seemed to work, but inevitably the family's attention had turned to him. Cesar wasn't sure what to say to them, but naturally, he settled on the truth. He was her boyfriend. They were in love. The dumbfounded looks he received in answer didn't surprise him; once he was sure that the older guys who must be the brothers she'd told him about weren't going to throw him out of the room, he ducked his head and side-stepped them to resume his post near the head of her bed.

He'd heard some muttering, but eventually they seemed to accept his presence, which Cesar could only be grateful for. He hadn't wanted to hurt anyone related to Lexi in the inevitable fight that would have taken place had they tried to take him out. Still, none of them really spoke to him much in the following hours. That was alright with Cesar, though it was impossible to feel really comfortable in the atmosphere of quiet tension.

At some point, he'd fallen asleep. It was inevitable, given his extreme exhaustion. But the click of the door latch had become ingrained in his psyche and it was enough to startle Cesar awake, afraid that someone might have arrived to insist that he leave. His expression shifted from alarm to relief, and then his eyes landed on Lexi's face. In a second, Cesar was out of his chair and across the room. He was afraid to touch any part of her, or to jostle her on the bed, so he just drew up a chair as close as he could get. His face was drawn, the darkest of circles under brown eyes that were wide with fear and concern. A gash that had been cleaned and stitched stood out on one of his cheeks, angry red against his olive complexion. Cautiously the submissive fed his fingers into her hand, mindful of the IV tubes that were looped around her wrist.

"Lexi," Cesar whispered, swallowing back a gripping tightness in his throat. He smiled at her hopefully, because maybe this would be the moment when she would recognize him again. He didn't know how head injuries worked. "I am so happy you are awake.. Are you in a lot of pain, mi alma? Should I get someone? The enf- the nurse has medicine she can give you. You are on a lot of seed-..sed.. sed-ah-tives-" he blushed at the clumsy pronunciation, but didn't pause, "-already, but she says she can give you another needle of the morphine if you need it." Cesar's eyes welled and he pressed his forehead against the backs of her knuckles. "Tuve m-miedo," he choked out weakly, emotion getting the best of him for a moment. "I thought you were going to die."

[owocassio-deactivated20200914]

My future partner: babe you can’t do this everytime I come home

Me, laying in the rose petals I put on the bed, illuminated by the candles that are their favorite scent while their bathwater runs: but I love you

[trueloverpg]

PITCH BLACK || OPEN

[cesar-aprende]

He knows Genevieve well enough to recognize her, though the sight of the dog makes Cesar balk for a second. He likes dogs.. sort of.. but this one is especially large and makes him wary of approaching the pair in the corner. Dog or no dog though, he's unable to remain frozen in the face of the woman's pleas for help. She can't move. Cesar doesn't know why, whether it's fear or injury, but there isn't time to waste trying to determine the exact cause. He merely nods mutely and hopes that the dog doesn't rip off his fingers as he reaches for its master.

"We have to go right now," he says rapidly as he hoists Genevieve up into his arms, forgetting that the professor can't hear him. She's light, at least by Cesar's standards, and he has no problem standing and turning with her back towards the door. Hopefully the dog can take care of itself, because Cesar doesn't have an extra hand even if there was a leash to put in it.

As he moves back toward the door though, the floor shifts under his increased weight. Cesar doesn't even have time to look for something to hold onto as he feels the wooden planks drop away and both he and Genevieve - and Nachos, if he was standing close enough - begin to plummet downward. In a moment of pure instinct, Cesar latches onto a metal railing, and the painful jolt moves through his shoulders and down the whole of his spine as he slams to a stop. His other hand is gripping her, fingers wrapped around her forearm, but the heat of the burning building has made Cesar's skin so slick that Genevieve immediately starts to slide, and now he's only holding onto her hand as she hangs beneath him.

"PROFESORA!" he screams, trying to readjust his grip on the rail without losing it, but joder, there's so much sweat. "Profesora! How far away is the ground?! Should I drop us down?!"

[freemanemmett]

Standing Outside The Fire || Open

Sleep had been evading Emmett for weeks now. Even before the OAR leak, he had been having trouble sleeping because every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. Nova, his Domme, finding him after all these years. She would call him ‘Paul’ or ‘Paulie’, talk all sweet and then drag him away from his life here back to North Carolina.

He’d just finished a hot shower to try and relax his body when he’d heard sirens screeching past his house. He turned on his CB radio on his kitchen table and froze when he heard the words ‘St. Brendan’s Academy. Fire. Explosion.’. “FUCK!”

We was dressed and out the door in record time, leaving Snow behind because something like this was no place for a dog. His normal 20-to-25 minute walk to school was cut nearly in half as he ran after the ambulance toward the school.

It was hard to get through once he got there. Police nearly refused him but he insisted “I work here!!” repeatedly before he ducked past them as their attention was caught by more of the building falling. He rushed toward the school intent on finding Lexi and Cordie when he bumped into someone. “Hey! Sorry! What the hell is going on here?!” He was panting hard, and a look of confusion was permanently etched onto his face.

[cesar-aprende]

Cesar was hacking into the crook of his elbow, trying hard to catch his breath. He’d just helped EMTs put Lexi in the back of an ambulance and watched them drive away; his attempts to insist on riding with them had been rebuffed. The jolt to his shoulder that normally wouldn’t have unsteadied him a bit almost knocked him to the ground. He was happy to see a familiar face though, when he was this upset.

There was instant distress in his face as he reached out to grab Emmett by both shoulders. “Emmett! Please, we- you must tell me where the hospital is! I need to get back to town and get my car! Mi novia está inconsciente y simplemente se la llevaran! Por favor, ayúdame!”

[freemanemmett]

The hard shoulder he had bumped into brought with it the sight of a familiar face. Cesar was there, and he was frantic. “Cesar! Cesar! Take a breath! Toma un espiro!” His eyes scanned the other man’s face, trying to figure out what else he could say to help him feel better but he knew in a situation like this there was none. 

“Listen to me, Cesar…” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, pressing it into the other man’s hands. “Take this money - ve a llamar a un taxi - go to the hospital to find your friend. But for their sake tienes que respirar. Okay? todo estará bien. ”

[cesar-aprende]

Tears of gratitude spring to Cesar's eyes. He grabs Emmett in a bear-hug, crushing him against his own chest until the coughing starts up again and forces him to let the man go. Cesar didn't have twenty dollars to his own name right now; this was a godsend.

He withdrew, arm coming up to cover his mouth again as he continued to cough, discomfort shooting through his ribs at the violence of the spasms. He nodded mutely, unable to speak, but there was an overflow of thanks in his eyes that conveyed, he hoped, everything that needed to be said. Whether he could be of any help to her or not, Cesar needed to be by Lexi's side. He had one last haunting glimpse of the school in flames before he turned and staggered through the line of emergency vehicles back toward the road leading into town.

[trueloverpg]

PITCH BLACK || OPEN

It’s unusual to actually have your service dog do his job to the point where it confuses you. It must be three AM, or maybe earlier. Possibly later. Genevieve just knows that all of a sudden, a wet dog nose is nudging at her and tugging her nightgown to wake her up. The way Nachos has been acting, it’s almost as if he’d been trying for maybe a good half an hour already. It’s been awhile. She’s confused and unaware of what’s actually happening right now to the point where it scares her that all she sees is this distinct cloudy gray. Fog, perhaps? They are right by the ocean. Not even her alarm clock light is on. The power is off? Gen glances over at where she knows Nachos is trying to grab her still and pets his face. “Nachos, baby, it’s okay It’s just the fog.” 

She goes to lay down again, but Nachos seems adamant about getting the hell out of their room. This only worries Genevieve, so she accepts the dog’s urgency to get out of her bed. She wonders if she should put the doberman’s harness on, because it might actually help guide her out a little bit more. She can’t see anything, she can barely feel her dog, and everything is an eerie quiet. More than it usually is, since she knows her dog wants her out of the room now. The processors to her cochlear implant goes left behind on her nightstand before she quickly puts on shoes, telling Nachos to ‘calm the hell down, dog!’ as she does it because now he’s freaking out more. 

Then, there’s a blast and Genevieve doesn’t even realize it’s happening until she feels the ground rumble ever so slightly, and then one second later, she’s blasted forward rocks and glass both shattering at both her and Nachos, and there’s so much fire to the point where it’s terrifying and both blinding. Genevieve has never been scared of fire or an explosion before in her life, but the glass now trapped in her skin has made her too cautious to move and all she’s doing is trying to shield her dog from the fire as they make their way into the bathroom of the suite as fast as she can. She realizes that it’s not as fast as she wants it to be when there’s glass shards stuck in the back of her leg and back. God, she hopes Nachos didn’t get hurt. I tried to cover him as much as possible.  “C’mon boy,” she yells to Nachos as they work themselves back into a safer room.

It’s always said you have to be in the coolest room of the house when you’re trapped in a fire, right? Once they’re in the room, after both practically crawling into the bathroom on her hands and feet, she realizes that Nachos is trembling. He’s scared too. 

“HELP,”‘ she screams out, wondering how the hell anyone is even going to hear her, let alone help either of them when they’re both trapped by fire and half of her room and door collapsed due to an explosion. Would anyone even hear her screaming and crying? 

[cesar-aprende]

Cesar's in a state. He took a wrong turn, somewhere. This isn't the classroom wing at all. As another violent tremor runs through the floorboards under his toes, he steadies himself on a wall, waits for the rumbling to stop, and then starts running again. The sound of a voice stops him though. It's something of a miracle that he heard it at all, but it's so forlorn and helpless that as much as he's frantic to track down Lexi, Cesar doesn't hesitate to turn on his heel and come back.

Fighting through falling beams and the occasional inconvenience of fiery debris, Cesar finally works his way through a partially demolished room and finds a door. The screaming is on the other side. He can't get it to open at first, so in desperation as the flames start to encroach, Cesar just begins slamming his shoulder into it repeatedly. At long last it gives, spilling him into the room.

[cordellaemilia-blog]

on the side of hopeless~

A job was a job at the end of the day, and as much as Noelle would complain to her submissive about her job and the students plus faculty around here, she genuinely enjoyed being at St. Brendan’s. It was a nice experience and challenging. Sure the frustrations came hand in hand with that, but Noelle was a Wilde and she persevered like no other. What Noelle didn’t expect in regards to St. Brendan’s was an explosion to occur. Or the fact that the entirety of the school was practically up in flames.

There was nothing more terrifying than watching her room fall apart around her while her submissive used his body to shield her from any falling debris that would occur. She considered herself lucky in that sense. The real obstacle was getting out of there, and while she knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing, her top priority at the moment was finding her cousin ( and Finley ). With a gentle order to her submissive to vacate the building immediately and ensuring that he got to safety — watching him run to the nearest paramedic to be treated for the cuts on his body from the debris, Noelle began her voyage through the mass of destruction around her, doing her best to dodge in the best way possible. 

“Hello?” she called out loudly. Survival mode wasn’t something she was born with, but it was something she learned over time. A girl could only have herself to depend on — however there was more than that. This was making sure that a population of people really needed help. “Is there anyone around that can’t escape their rooms? Please call if you can hear me!”

[cesar-aprende]

A young man, someone sandy-haired and freckled who looked closer to twelve than the school's mandatory cut-off age of eighteen, let out a shrill sound of panic at the sound of the voice -- panic that whoever it belonged to was going to keep on moving. He was halfway sandwiched beneath a heavy wooden door that had fallen off its hinges, but the curtains that ringed a massive window only five feet away from him had just caught fire.

"Please! PLEASE, MISS, HELP ME!"

[freemanemmett]

Standing Outside The Fire || Open

Sleep had been evading Emmett for weeks now. Even before the OAR leak, he had been having trouble sleeping because every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. Nova, his Domme, finding him after all these years. She would call him ‘Paul’ or ‘Paulie’, talk all sweet and then drag him away from his life here back to North Carolina.

He’d just finished a hot shower to try and relax his body when he’d heard sirens screeching past his house. He turned on his CB radio on his kitchen table and froze when he heard the words ‘St. Brendan’s Academy. Fire. Explosion.’. “FUCK!”

We was dressed and out the door in record time, leaving Snow behind because something like this was no place for a dog. His normal 20-to-25 minute walk to school was cut nearly in half as he ran after the ambulance toward the school.

It was hard to get through once he got there. Police nearly refused him but he insisted “I work here!!” repeatedly before he ducked past them as their attention was caught by more of the building falling. He rushed toward the school intent on finding Lexi and Cordie when he bumped into someone. “Hey! Sorry! What the hell is going on here?!” He was panting hard, and a look of confusion was permanently etched onto his face.

[cesar-aprende]

Cesar was hacking into the crook of his elbow, trying hard to catch his breath. He'd just helped EMTs put Lexi in the back of an ambulance and watched them drive away; his attempts to insist on riding with them had been rebuffed. The jolt to his shoulder that normally wouldn't have unsteadied him a bit almost knocked him to the ground. He was happy to see a familiar face though, when he was this upset.

There was instant distress in his face as he reached out to grab Emmett by both shoulders. "Emmett! Please, we- you must tell me where the hospital is! I need to get back to town and get my car! Mi novia está inconsciente y simplemente se la llevaran! Por favor, ayúdame!"

[wells-its-carter]

Guess who’s back…

I missed most of you guys!

[cesar-aprende]

The best day ever!!

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

Tocame | Cesar & Lexi

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

cesar-aprende:

It gave him some sense of satisfaction to ignore his own body’s needs now. It was entwined and intermingled with a little pain, but frankly, that was more than alright with him. Lexi’s body was so responsive against him that it provided plenty of distraction for his mind. He felt her shaking now and he flung his free hand down to the bed, twisting his fingers into the sheets as he pistoned his hips into her without mercy. Steadily all of her muscles drew up tight, and his fingertips still slid roughly over the hard little bud beneath them, until her words lost their coherence and he felt her start to fall.

Cesar pressed his lips against her neck and held her through it. Somewhere between her desperate whines in his ear and the tight spasms of her walls around his cock, Cesar began to drift. He had enough presence of mind to brace himself on his arms so that the very least his lover wouldn’t be crushed under his weight, but apart from that his body had gone very still and it was clear that he was incredibly relaxed. There was no comparison between this and his usual encounters working at the brothel. If this had been a client, he would’ve most likely been shoved away by now and left to manage his own aftercare. Right now, though neither one of them had moved, Cesar felt blissfully warm, safe, and wanted. Giving a sigh of ultimate contentment, he finally shifted off of her and onto his side, one arm slinging around her waist immediately to pull her closer. He wanted to stay here - right here - forever and never move another inch.

It was an otherworldly dichotomy, shattering into a million pieces while being held together by Cesar’s arms. She knew her lips were moving but certainly didn’t consider herself to be in control of whatever she happened to be murmuring as she came for him, the fingers of one hand tangling up in her own tresses as the other bunched at his damn shirt. She continued to pull futilely at the fabric with a gentle, rhythmic tugging that synced up to her slow breaths as she came back to earth, still insistent on feeling his naked skin against hers. 

During the half-second in which Cesar let her go, Lexi remembered her place in all of this, both of their places: their ages, their backgrounds, the sheer fact that - at least in her experience - sex had never panned out to mean anything more than exactly what it was. She needed to pump the fucking brakes, she knew she did; she was being immature, she was getting ahead of herself to think that a grown man who looked like Cesar and had the heart he did would have interest in such a mess of a little girl … but then his arm locks around her waist, and her eyes flutter open as he brings her back to him, and she watches the rise and fall of his chest for a decade or two before finally tarnishing the silence with a whisper.

“Si no quieres me to, um, como se dice … catch feelings - ? Necesitas decirme ahora.”

[cesar-aprende]

Cesar was still adrift; it felt as though he might’ve traveled a long distance, though he wasn’t sure, because he could always feel her skin against his. Her voice drew him back a little at a time. His big shoulders gave a little shiver as he cane mine back to himself, and reflexively he hugged her tighter while he readjusted to the space inside his head.

There was a slight pause and then Cesar laboriously lifted his head, because all he really wanted was to sleep right now, but even this groggy he understood the importance of the question. It wasn’t so different from another request she’d made of him a while ago, and a renewed warmth pooled in the pit of the older man’s stomach. He forced his brain to change gears back into English, and beamed at her with his eyes half-lidded and hazy, but full of sincerity.

“I love you. Can we be together now, mi alma?”

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

Tocame | Cesar & Lexi

[cesar-aprende]

Good boy. Cesar blossomed under the praise and held onto her tighter, pulling himself closer, until he couldn’t possibly get a fraction further into her warmth. Drawing back his hips, he pushed into her again and the fierceness with which her body gripped him forced a low moan out of his throat that was lost against her skin as he hiked up her pajama top to wrap his lips around a nipple. It felt wonderful, physically, but none of that could compare to the pleasure he was getting from her voice. He wanted to stretch it all out as much as he could just so he could listen longer.

His chest was full of a flame-like heat that grew and spread to the tips of his fingers and toes as he continued to fuck her, very gradually ramping up his pace. If she tensed at all he would ease up, then resume the building speed and force of his thrusts. Eventually his hips were ramming in hard, producing an audible slap of skin on skin, and he knew he was building to another orgasm. Ignoring it, he returned his mouth, which had wandered with increasingly more enthusiasm over her collarbone and neck, to her breasts. He sucked at her hard, pinching one between his teeth. Anything to please her. Anything that would help her reach that ultimate moment of bliss. Easing a hand down between their bodies, Cesar circled his fingers against her swollen clit. It pulsed against him, more invitation than he needed to continue. 

[ms-lexi-miller-deactivated20200]

As soon as she realized he was zeroing in on her tits, Lexi’s hands flew to the buttons of her pajamas, ironically undoing Cesar’s hard work until she was able to wrestle the top over her head, flinging it somewhere onto the floor. She threaded a hand into his dark hair in a vain attempt to keep him close, although that didn’t seem as though it was going to be a point of disagreement between the two of them, occasionally tugging a bit harder than she meant to when he flicked his tongue just the right way, which only taught him to do it again until she was quivering underneath him. When he increased the force of his thrusts, she gave a little yelp of surprise and grabbed at his upper arms, freeing him to explore her upper chest with his mouth. Lexi squeezed her eyes shut and let her face loll to the side against her pillow, straining only to expose more of her neck to him. God, she could feel him everywhere.

She was only vaguely aware of her neighbors as she gave a series of tiny shrieks when he reached between them to tease her clit, bringing her to what she knew would be the final plateau before she fell apart of him. “H-harder - ?” she pleaded, not even knowing what she was requesting: harder fucking, rubbing, biting - she wanted all of it, she wanted to feel as much of him as she could. Finally, she tightened desperately around his cock as it pushed her over the edge. “Quiero … quiero, fuck - Cesar!”

[cesar-aprende]

It gave him some sense of satisfaction to ignore his own body’s needs now. It was entwined and intermingled with a little pain, but frankly, that was more than alright with him. Lexi’s body was so responsive against him that it provided plenty of distraction for his mind. He felt her shaking now and he flung his free hand down to the bed, twisting his fingers into the sheets as he pistoned his hips into her without mercy. Steadily all of her muscles drew up tight, and his fingertips still slid roughly over the hard little bud beneath them, until her words lost their coherence and he felt her start to fall.

Cesar pressed his lips against her neck and held her through it. Somewhere between her desperate whines in his ear and the tight spasms of her walls around his cock, Cesar began to drift. He had enough presence of mind to brace himself on his arms so that the very least his lover wouldn’t be crushed under his weight, but apart from that his body had gone very still and it was clear that he was incredibly relaxed. There was no comparison between this and his usual encounters working at the brothel. If this had been a client, he would’ve most likely been shoved away by now and left to manage his own aftercare. Right now, though neither one of them had moved, Cesar felt blissfully warm, safe, and wanted. Giving a sigh of ultimate contentment, he finally shifted off of her and onto his side, one arm slinging around her waist immediately to pull her closer. He wanted to stay here - right here - forever and never move another inch.

[thewrathofawright]

cesar-aprende:

Oh.. lo siento, I didn’t realize. I was not able to get up here at all until late last night. Are you sick?

No, no, I’m not sick. I’m just keeping to myself. To the extreme.

[cesar-aprende]

I understand.. it has been a hard few days for may people.

I am staying on campus now, for right now. If you need anything-  déjame saber, si?

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