relax my beloved, don't worry for me

there's an art to life's distractions; to somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through. some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, i guess any thrill will do. would things be easier if there was a right way? honey, there is no right way. multi muse

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saifaljfr:

Saif wasn’t really sure why his bitter attitude problem and overall hostility hadn’t made Dash run the other direction the moment he met him. Dash was one of the few people who didn’t really react that badly to how irritated and aggressive Saif was. It was commendable really and a part of Saif tried to compensate his bitterness with great sex. He felt bad was really another way to say it. There was Dash willing to bear it all and all Saif was giving him was sex and attitude. Maybe Saif’s attitude towards Dash was actually reflecting his fear of getting fucked up. He was guarded, he knew that- he was sure everyone knew that really. He’s never really expressed feelings for anyone ever since Christian and that wasn’t exactly out in the open either. It was toxic and overall the reason why Saif was the bitter person he was today. As much as he cared for Dash and how much he knew the boy wasn’t ever going to betray him or leave him hurt like the people in his past have done, Saif was still sure to keep him at a distance. Which was why he liked being in control. He liked bossing Dash around and he liked that Dash would still come begging for more. It was almost flattering to his ego. But no matter how guarded and how aggressive he wanted to be towards the boy, he found himself catering to the soft spot he had acquired for Dash over the years. Though he was resistant, he still found himself giving into whatever the boy wanted. Which was why he found himself in bed with him yet again, his focus on his unread emails faltered as his hand stroked gently over Dash’s forearm draped across his stomach. “Sounds like something you’d say” Saif feigned a chuckle, ignoring Dash’s gaze on his phone from his peripheral vision. Of course, Dash being the clingy, needy person he was, Saif was rewarded with kisses along his neck. Saif let out a content hum, tilting his head back so Dash could better access his neck as he mindlessly opened an email, just to see to what extent Dash would go about to distract him. “Yeah,” He breathed, hooking his ankles over one another while he made a show of scanning through the content of his email, even going to the extent of replying mindlessly to his boss. “in the night stand babe” 

Moments like these were what drove Dash, the young man was always rather insatiable ; but nothing pleased him like being close to Saif. Nothing made him feel better than a release that somehow involved the older male, whether it be his hand, those perfect fuckable lips, or full blown sex. No one had ever been able to get under Dash's skin the way Saif had managed to over the years. And fuck, did he love it. Humming lowly in response to his words, the blonde focused on the kisses he was peppering along the other male's skin, smirking lightly against his skin as his head tilted back allowing him just that much more access. Blue eyes fell shut, lips ghosting over the exposed skin as he occasionally sucked a small kiss into it before his words were pulling him back into reality. And just like that, it was him and Saif again. Eagerly sitting him, he moved to reached across the male and towards the nightstand when he noticed his attention still fixed right onto his phone which caused a small huff to leave him. Needy. Always so fucking needy he was. Sitting up enough, he was able to reach across safe and rummage blindly through the drawer until he felt the little Altoids tin, carefully opening them with one hand and taking a few between his fingers before popping them into his mouth. "Mints: check," he mumbled, his tongue toying with the little tablets as his gaze shifted from Saif back down to the phone, only to find his face again as the faintest pout formed, lower lip pushed out dramatically. "Now all I need is your attention," he found himself mumbling quietly, shifting until he was straddling the raven haired males thighs, hands moving up to push his shirt up enough to expose his toned stomach. "Pretty, pretty please," Dash was mumbling as he leaned down to press soft kisses against his stomach, the cooling feeling of the mint on his tongue mixed with the warm skin beneath his lips sending a strange chill through him. "Promise I'm more entertaining than whatever you're reading," he added as he drug his lips up, long fingers easily sliding the fabric of his shirt up enough until his parted lips were brushing over one of his exposed nipples, feeling the skin pebbling beneath them. "I'll do whatever you want, just put the phone down and say that word.." Desperation wasn't a cute look, but god, he just couldn't help himself. The validation was practically an addiction to him, and without it — well — he was quite the baby.

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It’d been so long since Maya had felt that desperate for anything. She felt a fire of need burn through her, leaving destruction in its wake. She wanted Rohan so bad and that was all she could think of - not her boyfriend, not of the past that had torn her and Rohan apart. She couldn’t focus on a thing other than the man she loved so hard in front of her. If Maya wasn’t so on edge and bubbling with pleasure, she’d be crying at the fact that she was this close to Rohan, this intimate. Rohan knew her in every single way, knew what made her tick and what could make her come on the spot and what could make her beg for more. “Oh god, Ro” She whimpered, thighs shaking as she tried to ride back against both his mouth and his fingers at the same time, greedy for it. No one’s made her feel the way Rohan has. How Jason was with her could never compare to how loving and delicate Rohan was, and how well he knew her to know when she wanted it slow or when she needed to be held down and fucked through the night. With Jason it was always just foreplay and vanilla. Some times it was really just Jason using her to come. There was no appreciation, it mostly ended up with Maya blowing him off and Jason pulling her off so he could fuck the rest of his orgasm inside her. With Rohan everything was different. He knew just how to worship her body in a way that no one else could. Maya tugged at his hair as her walls bore down against his fingers, hips desperate in the way they rolled down further to his knuckles, begging for more and luckily, she was rewarded with a third finger, a newfound stretch that had her arching her back and moaning loudly she swore she heard an echo. “Baby,” she breathed when his mouth travelled up to her stomach, hips working merciless against his fingers. “Need you please, need you Ro” Maya whimpered, the pads of her fingers snug tight against her palm as she tugged at his hair once more. A sob ripped through her chest as she jerked her hips up, “Need you inside me please”

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It was somehow impossible for Rohan to completely wrap his mind around the fact that this was real, that he wasn't imagining or dreaming this up. However it was true, real. His reality was right there between the love of his life's legs, her moans, the movement of her body, her taste on his tongue and his fingers deep inside of her. She was once again his, and he couldn't help but pray it was for more than just tonight. More than just the multiple orgasms he was certain he'd be providing her. More than just the love he planned to make to her until neither of them could stand it anymore. More than every kiss he would be placing upon her flawless body, against her soft warm skin that he missed more than he even knew how to express. And much more than the alcohol still coursing through her fragile veins. He needed it to mean more than a drunken hook up, was desperate to be more than just some guy she cheated on her punk of a boyfriend with. The breathy whimpers leaving her had his already hard cock throbbing with need, eyes staying up on the blonde as he continued to slowly drive his fingers deep inside of her, the wetness coating his fingers nearly dripping from them already. The words she spoke caused his fingers to crook slightly, his lips parting as he inhaled sharply, focused on not only trying to get every moan and cry out he could, but also on her every word. She needed him. And god, he needed her. A small grunt left him, eyelids fluttering as she tugged at his hair, his fingers following the movement of her hips before he was slowly removing them, only for his hands to move back to her hips. "Anything for you," he found himself whispering, pressing a final kiss against her clit, lips brushing along it only to stand straight again. Letting his forehead rest against hers, his arms wrapped around her slim waist and effortlessly he was lifting her from the counter. Staying put for just a moment, he tilted his head until his lips brushed with hers, placing a soft kiss against them just before he was careful maneuvering them through his small studio and seating himself on the edge of his bed, allowing her to straddle his lap. "I missed you way too much," the male mumbled against her lips, hands sliding up her sides, fingertips tracing along the soft skin covering her ribs as he gave her lower lip a small nip, a gentle tug following. Allowing his hands to move around her body, he carefully cupped each of her breasts, giving a gentle squeeze before his thumbs were tracing along her hardening nipples. "Show me how bad you need me baby," he whispered, pulling back enough to stare up at the goddess above him. "Make me really feel it, okay? Then I'll fuck you like I know you need." Licking his lips as he gave her nipples each a small tug with his thumb and forefinger, her finally dropped his hands to the bed, eyes not leaving her.