Falling
He wanted to hold him to his words, did he? Well. Levent thought to himself on that note, smirking darkly as he nodded and moved forward, tugging at his pants as he stripped them off, being left in his soft pastel briefs as he moved over Myhre, tugging at the front of his pants and rubbing his palm over the hardened tent in the tight fabric.
“Mm… I aim to please, Myhre… I’ll be taking good care of you, dear… “ A soft sigh escaped him as he moved his hand down, rubbing roughly at his thigh and bulge. The heat and pants coming from the smaller male urged him further as he moved a hand to his chest, pinching at Myhre’s delicate chest through the thin fabric as he chuckled, moving and crashing his lips against the smaller male’s once more.
“Mm… you’re such a doll, my darling… you’re so smooth and soft… I suppose I will have to watch myself… because I wish to mess you up… so terribly, my dear…”
Myhre's hips arched into the warm touch without a thought, a soft sweet whine leaving his lips as he released them from his teeth. The rough friction of his wet jeans against the sensitive skin was both exhilarating and verging on painful but he couldn't seem to find the words to tell him to undo his pants once Levent's lips sought out his once again. The red head licked his lips when Levent pulled back again, looking up at the beautiful boy above him with a slightly dazed expression and darkly flushed cheeks. "M-my pants... I..I don't have anything underneath, Levent please..." His voice was a husky whimper, his hips still rocking slowly into the touch even as he spoke. If the silver haired boy wished to mess him up, he'd give him free reign to do so.


















