`&i put the effort in, i get nothing back

Alex Del Rey. 18. Resides in Mystic Falls and doesn't exactly find the appeal of it. I'm actually kind of over all of the supernatural bullshit that goes on here. That's kind of awful of me to say considering my romantic circumstances... I want out as fast as possible, though.

[ready-to-bleed-blog]

I haven't seen my boyfriend in a while...

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+the-older-gilbert

[thosefamous-lastwords-deactivat]

You’re a lucky one then.

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I am... he's a sweet guy.

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+the-older-gilbert

[thosefamous-lastwords-deactivat]

Wait you know Stefan?

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He's, uh... he's my boyfriend...

[timor-mortis]

Did someone say Topless Tuesday?

[timor-mortis]

I will in about 3…2… You, Alex Del Rey, love me, Stefan Salvatore. You can deny it all you want but you know it’s true.

[ready-to-bleed-blog]

Alex stared at him from the other side of the room and smiled a little, biting his lip and looking down at the ground. He looked over at the record player in the corner and made his way over, going through the vinyls and sliding one on. Bowie. He slowly turned to Stefan and swayed over to him in time to the music, pressing his back against his chest and grinding against him gently.

[timor-mortis]

Did someone say Topless Tuesday?

[timor-mortis]

I get the feeling you only love me for my body.

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Who said I loved you at all?

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+the-older-gilbert

[thosefamous-lastwords-deactivat]

Likewise Alex, and wow…you’re eyes…they’re amazing.

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Are they? Ah -- Stefan says that sometimes, but... I mean, he's Stefan, so...

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+the-older-gilbert

[thosefamous-lastwords-deactivat]

Hey there. Name’s Elena Gilbert.

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Oh, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you, Elena.

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+the-older-gilbert

Can I help you?

[timor-mortis]

Did someone say Topless Tuesday?

[timor-mortis]

No? Okay, I’ll just put it back on…

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No, I meant -- like, if you were going to take off the rest of your clothes, that'd be cool.

[timor-mortis]

Did someone say Topless Tuesday?

[ready-to-bleed-blog]

Nobody here wants to see that!

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I wanna do it with a rockstar.

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+let-the-slaughter-begin

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“Hello~”

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"Why are you looking at me like that?"

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+let-the-slaughter-begin

"Hello."

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+thelastcomrade

[timor-mortis]

Get the bill, Salvatore. Or has the time limit on our marriage ended?

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Or maybe we could just keep it this way...?

[musichotsex]

Visit Original Link

Passion Pit - Where I Come From.

From the soundtrack “The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2”

[shallowandesperate]

Ian watched as Alex undressed him. A sly smirk spread across his face at the sight. He let his head fall back and he let out a low, barely audible moan as his the male’s mouth kissed up his torso. Ian opened his eyes slowly and gripped onto the other’s hips, pushing him roughly against the wall. He unbuttoned Alex’s jeans and tugged them down his legs along with his boxers. “Turn around.”

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The sound of his quiet moan sent a shiver down his spine, sort of pleased that he was the reason that Ian was making that noise. He looked up into his eyes and then gasped when he felt the strong grip on his hips, his back slamming into the wall. He whimpered softly and closed his eyes, blushing a deep red all over his body as he felt his jeans and underwear tugged down to his knees, kicking out of them easily. He opened his eyes and then looked up into Ian's, his own slightly wide. Turn around? But then... he wouldn't get to see his face... nonetheless, he didn't exactly want to take the risk of compromising and did what he was told, his forehead against the wall, his hand moving to search for Ian's, lacing their fingers together.

[ready-to-bleed-blog]

+thelastcomrade

[timor-mortis]

Maybe you should take me out to dinner first.

[ready-to-bleed-blog]

Get naked, Salvatore.