On The Other Side

Death is quiet and dark, full of silent dreams and nightmares. Welcome to the other side. I will be your host, your guide, and your keeper.

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I’m so turned on by these pictures.

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wow

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✢ “The neck did kind of feel a bit weird…”

[gotyourjuice-deactivated2014072]

"Why did you get so many anyway?"

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✢ "Because I like them. They look good on me."

[thewhispersconfessions]

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✢ “You’re dead, so wherever you want to be.”

"Right, I’m nowhere with a freak. It’s so fuckin’ nice." She rolled her eyes, and watching the men smoking. She take off a bottle of vodka, and began to drink.

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✢ "Hey now! I'm here to be your friend..."

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✢ “When you’re done, come to the bedroom, okay?” He cooed, kissing up Harry’s neck. “I’ll be waiting.”

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With a small noise in the back of his throat, a rather needy one, he decided fuck the food and quickly followed his.....

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Smiling at the dark purple bruise on his neck, Harry ran his hand through his hair. "M'not being naughty, I'm taking care of you." With a sweet smile, he bit down on the other boys bottom lip harshly.

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✢ "You take good care of me." He murmured, accepting every kiss and nibble with a happy hum. 

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✢ “When you’re done, come to the bedroom, okay?” He cooed, kissing up Harry’s neck. “I’ll be waiting.”

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With a small noise in the back of his throat, a rather needy one, he decided fuck the food and quickly followed his.. Whatever he was, to the...

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"Never been better." he replied, nuzzling his face into his neck to set small kisses onto his skin. While his fingers tangled in the back of his hair, he pushed his hips down and started to suck a bruise under his adams apple.

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✢ He couldn't contain the soft groan of pleasure that escaped him at the boy's displays of affection. "You're being naughty..."

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✢ “When you’re done, come to the bedroom, okay?” He cooed, kissing up Harry’s neck. “I’ll be waiting.”

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With a small noise in the back of his throat, a rather needy one, he decided fuck the food and quickly followed his.. Whatever he was, to the bedroom. “Baby..” he said softly, crawling on the bed over to him, straddling him immediately.

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✢ "How's my little slut?"  Tristesse murmured, running his hands up and down Harry's thighs and up over his bum.

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✢ “Yeah yeah, eat up.” He playfully wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, nuzzling his face into his neck.

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“Will do, baby.” he replied, a wide grin spreading on his face at the older males action. “Then I’ll eat you.” pausing for a moment, he added. “Well, suck you. Either way, it’ll be great.”

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✢ "When you're done, come to the bedroom, okay?" He cooed, kissing up Harry's neck. "I'll be waiting."

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✢ ” Yet you’re headed for my kitchen?” He teased, taking hold of Harry’s hips and following along behind him.

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"M’hungry." he said, turning to look over his shoulder, a small pout making it’s way onto his full lips. "Be patient, then it’ll all be well worth it."

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✢ "Yeah yeah, eat up." He playfully wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, nuzzling his face into his neck.

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✢ “Well, no one can say I didn’t try.” Tristesse shrugged with little regret and a cocky smile. “Have you come to take care of me?”

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"S’not like I’m doing well in college, anyway." he said with a small, defeated shrug, before making his way to the kitchen. "Course, what else would I be here for? You missed me, I missed you — it’s all very cute."

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✢ " Yet you're headed for my kitchen?" He teased, taking hold of Harry's hips and following along behind him.

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✢ The tattooed man answered the door shirtless, ink on display. “Hey babe.” He grinned and greeted the shorter man with a kiss before stepping back and letting him in.

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He didn’t know when this had developed into what he did and he didn’t exactly care, but whatever was happening was making him feel like he had some sort of purpose. “Hi, boo.” he said softly, moulding into the small kiss before he made his way inside. “I bought my text books even though I refuse to study.” he said, throwing his book bag on the couch. 

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✢ "Well, no one can say I didn't try." Tristesse shrugged with little regret and a cocky smile. "Have you come to take care of me?"

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Upon getting a text from Tristesse, Harry was already throwing his text books into a bag, even though he had no intention of studying after — he really should be studying, but.. it’s boring, and Tristesse isn’t, which is why he found himself outside his door, knocking lightly. “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

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✢ The tattooed man answered the door shirtless, ink on display. "Hey babe." He grinned and greeted the shorter man with a kiss before stepping back and letting him in.

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✢ Tristesse brushed curls back from Harry’s sweet face and smiled softly as the kiss broke. “I’ve wanted to kiss you every minute since I met you.”

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"Then why didn’t you?" he asked, genuinely curious as he pulled him back onto the couch. "Didn’t really think you would’ve wanted to, though. Seemed a little.. put off by me when we first talked?"

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✢ "I don't know... I was shy." He rubbed the back of his neck, a timid look on his face. 

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✢ “Oh no, babe it’s not…” He sighed and cradled the boy’s cute face between his hands, kissing his lips deeply.

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He was about to say something, because it was impossible for Harry to shut up, until he felt sweet, soft lips on his own — causing him to inhale sharply, but he kissed him back as though he craved him. “Just wanted to kiss you, nothing else.” he whispered onto his lips, his eyes still closed.

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✢ Tristesse brushed curls back from Harry's sweet face and smiled softly as the kiss broke. "I've wanted to kiss you every minute since I met you."

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✢ “Alright, Alright… you’re getting a bit frisky. Finish your water, I’m going to go warm up the shower.” He moved the boy off of his lap and stood.

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"I don’t want my water." he said with a frown, his big green eyes looking up at the older male. "Why don’t you wanna kiss me?"

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✢ "Oh no, babe it's not..." He sighed and cradled the boy's cute face between his hands, kissing his lips deeply.

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✢ He ignored the question, and stayed quiet until he was straddled. “You’re the pretty one.” His tattooed hands came to rest on Harry’s hips.

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"Can’t we both be pretty?" he asked, his thumb gently sliding over the older males bottom lip, just staring at it for a moment. "You can be the gorgeous one, and I’ll be the cute munchkin." 

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✢ "Alright, Alright... you're getting a bit frisky. Finish your water, I'm going to go warm up the shower." He moved the boy off of his lap and stood.

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✢ “Trust me, it’s not.” Trist chuckled as he left the room, returning a few minutes later with a glass of cold water. “Here, take a sip of that.”

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"Why should I trust you on that?" he asked as he took the glass of water, the slightest frown on his face even as he patted the spot next to him. He did what he was told, sipped a bit on the water before setting it down on the table in front of him. Then he quickly straddled the older male, smiling down at him. "Hi there, pretty."

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✢ He ignored the question, and stayed quiet until he was straddled. "You're the pretty one." His tattooed hands came to rest on Harry's hips.

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✢ “You won’t die.” The little slip up caused him to smile wide and he pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek. “You’re silly, hold on for just a minute baby.”

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"How d’you know I won’t? It might be my time." One tiny kiss and one word caused his face to light up, a wide grin stretching across his lips. "Okay, I’ll just be here." Giggling to himself, like the idiot he was, he peeled off his jacket and hung it on the back of the couch.

[french-for-sadness]

✢ "Trust me, it's not." Trist chuckled as he left the room, returning a few minutes later with a glass of cold water. "Here, take a sip of that."