#&isaac

[modcrnspirits]

@theinnformen​, continuing from here.

Finnain should have been more careful. He had been telling himself that for eons of ages and yet, each time the heat came, his mind got so hot that it was impossible to resist the urge. He should have locked himself up and instead, he found himself in Isaac’s bookstore, more precisely, on the back, pants down, the owner of the place with his face buried behind his ass. At this stage, he was already producing a certain wetness around his hole, it would definitely please whoever was eating him out, almost like an aphrodisiac. And then, he knew Isaac’s cock would definitely satisfty him later. All he needed was cock anyway. “Do you like my ass today, Isaac?”

[kellenthealien]

I can feel it. I’m falling madly in love with him. It’s just a crush. He’s so awesome and beautiful and amazing. I love spending time with him. He’s my favorite person. but I don’t know if I should tell him. He knows I’m still sad about Isaac. So i don’t know what he’ll think. But maybe if I kiss him, he’ll kiss me back. Maybe he’ll feel that way about me. Maybe he could be my boyfriend. Maybe. 

[kellenthealien]

So, I told Ian about the bad stuff that happened. Not exactly every detail of everything that happened, but I was 100% honest. Maybe that made it easier. Maybe it was just the time that’s passed, but it was definitely easier than when I told Tammy.

I think he knew what exactly happened, though. He reacted the same way Tammy did. Hugged me and gave me kiss. I wish this wasn’t something that would keep coming up, but somehow it always does. Every person I meet is interested in that and I’m just here wishing I could have Isaac.

I miss Isaac more than anything. He didn’t leave because of me. He didn’t, but no matter what he left and I’m all alone now. With no one that will ever understand me the way he did. :(

[boulevardofangstydreams]

@thewolf-andyou

La impresión al ser llamado era como de despertarse de un letargo. Comenzaba a oír sonidos y voces cuya procedencia no era capaz de concretar y cuya naturaleza no podía descifrar, amortiguados, como desde el otro lado de una pared. Eran los sonidos del mundo humano.

Pudo escuchar una puerta, de eso estaba seguro. Después, la sensación de volver a poseer un cuerpo físico. La gravedad, el aire, cada terminación nerviosa en su piel, sus pulmones llenándose, saliva en su boca, y por último la tenue luz de la habitación, que le escoció por unos segundos en los ojos al abrirlos.

Se encontraba en una estancia pequeña, ¿un cuarto? En el suelo, a su alrededor, estaban todavía los restos del ritual que conocía bien, un círculo de sal negra del que, por el momento, no podía salir. Cuando alzó la vista se encontró de frente con la única persona que parecía estar allí.

— Buenas noches —saludó, ofreciendo al chico una pequeña inclinación—. ¿A qué viene esa cara de sorpresa?