❛ i want to take hold of your hair & push your face down on the floor while i fuck you from behind. ❜ / @survivourmade.
how unbelievably kinky. how —— how was this tall stature of a man able to get under their skin so badly? they’re aware that there’s so many things wrong with this combination. they’re aware of so many idealizations, of how this man could deepen himself in their bones, their blood. to the point where they’re flustered at his words : attempting to hide how they’re really feeling. this is such a bad mix, yet, billy thrives off of it. the toxicity, it’s like some great comfort to them that they’ve never known. chuckle playing out from their lips, billy’s stepping forward to the other, eyes silently daring him to do it.
“ if you wanna fuck me that badly, do it in front of the mirror. “ it’s so billy can see their precious little face on glass, while he’s fucking them, doggy style. billy needs it, amongst everything else. their fingertips are messing with the fabric of their shirt, wanting for him to tear it off —— use his hands, bare it all just to take them, fully. carnally. to teach billy who truly owns them. “ unless . . you’re too much of a wimp to do it. “ they’re jesting, brow raised to mention another word, another name, of course. to get his blood truly rising. “ i’ll get someone else to use me, don’t you worry your pretty little head. maybe i’ll get carlos to. “ spoken so casually, shoulders shrugging as billy’s smirking wide. wide enough to the point where he can see their sickly little thoughts.