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Me trynna jerk off: thinks about having super powers* Me @ myself: this isn’t sexy man, focus

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before alex could add anything else onto that, fiore was already up and stripping his clothes off. alex couldn’t move, really – why would he strip before enjoying the show in front of him right now? he could wait a few moments before his attention was diverted into taking his clothes off. as soon as fiore started running towards the ocean, that cute little bum of his growing smaller and smaller, alex himself stood up, and starting taking his clothes off. he didn’t really care if there were people around, to be quite honest. he ran straight towards the water, following fiore. “fuck! fuck me, that’s cold –” alex started complaining and groaning as soon as his bare skin touched the cold water. eventually, he made to fiore’s level. “look at you –” grins at him, removing a strand of wet hair off his face, “even better looking when wet.” 

he could hear alex coming up behind him, just like he knew he would, and just like the little shit he is, he’s swimming even deeper, alex and him officially on the same level now. “cold?” he teases, letting out a soft chuckle as he purposefully missed a wave that was about to hit him in the face. “see, i thought things got hot whenever i’m around.” for as long as he’s alive, there was no way he would ever not be a tease. there was simply no way. he comes up close to him, feeling alex remove a strand of his wet hair from his forehead. he’s coming even closer, until their faces are inches apart, and if alex didn’t know fiore at all, he would most likely assume he’s a sweet, angelic guy. his looks are definitely deceiving, because he’s been told he looks like an innocent, kind hearted person, when really? he’s an actual piece of shit. the sun is gleaming against his face, and slowly, he gives alex a soft, gentle smile. he’s leaning in, and it looks like he’s going to kiss him for sure, but right when he’s close enough, he splashes alex in the face with water, laughing in an almost evil manner. “sorry, my hand slipped!” he lies, in between laughter.

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hqemilia·:

          𝒂𝒔  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉  𝒂𝒔  𝒆𝒎  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅  bustling  bars  packed  to  the  brim  with  strangers  galore , she  really  wasn’t  feeling  it  tonight . instead , anyone  who  dared  to  approach  her  simply  got  a  scornful  stare  which  was  enough  to  drive  them  all  away . it  gets  to  a  point  where  fresh  air  really  sounded  good  and  so  she  makes  her  way  outside , drink  in  hand  and  leaning  against  the  wall . drinking  in  the  crisp  air  and  peaceful  ambience . she’s  almost  unaware  that  she  has  company  until  that  regretfully  familiar  voice  is  the  only  sound  she  hears . after  all , it  was  impossible  not  to  remember  a  guy  who  has  swindled  her  out  of  her  cash . “ sorry  for  being  here  ?  sorry  for  stealing  from  me  ?  sorry  for  what  exactly ? ” she  wonders  calmly , not  particularly  mad  at  him , more  disappointed  than  anything . let  down  that  he  hadn’t  simply  asked  for  the  cash  as  opposed  to  stealing  it  from  her .

to be honest, fiore is actually surprised by her reaction. he’s never been caught before, but he’s sure that anyone else would result to screaming at him, getting even, maybe even beating him up to teach him a lesson. he’s expecting many things from her, his number one expectation being her spilling her drink all over him. however, it’s her rather calm demeanor that actually makes him feel crappy about what he did. that’s very unlike him. he usually takes as much as he can, no regrets, just using the most of his ability to manipulate things to his own advantage, so why does he actually feel guilty about it this time? it’s going to sound like a masochist thing to say, but fiore is sure he would much rather get beat up or yelled at rather than this. he knows there’s really no point in lying, so he might as well just tell her. “okay look, yes, i stole from you. and yes, that was a pretty shitty thing to do, but i can’t really take it back now. the only thing i can do is tell you i’m sorry. you gotta do what you gotta do.” really fiore? wow. he sighs, “there’s really nothing i can do to make it up to you, but i needed the money, and i know it was wrong and conniving and selfish but the truth is that i’m really not a good person.” and he’s not lying either. he knows he’s trash and he knows he’s done lots of shameful, petty things, but he does what he does to survive. there’s no excuse for it, but as fiore always says, it is what it is. he pulls out a joint from the pocket of his shirt, puts it between his lips and lights it. “that’s... really all i have to say for my defense. that i’m a no good, scamming italian fuck ass. you probably don’t even wanna see me, so i’ll just...”