@tabooroles
setting: Tyler and Jeremiah have been together for a while now, but something is missing.
Sometimes Jeremiah thought he might be cursed, the excitement of a new relationship flooded him and for months things would be going great - but this - this feeling would always happen. They’d gone out for dinner as part of their date night, trading cordial conversation and making polite small talk, but there was no spark there. No heat. When Jeremiah had first met Tyler he’d barely been able to keep his hands off of him, their sex was some of the best he’d ever had. Tyler was obviously attractive, but Jeremiah felt his desire slowly dwindling and wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this for. They walked back to Jeremiah’s place now, a condominium on the nice side of town that cost more money than most people would see in a decade, and Jeremiah could already tell how things were going to play out. Tyler would go down on him until he got hard, then they’d fuck in missionary until they both came, asleep all of fifteen minutes later. It wasn’t exciting, at least, not anymore. “Nice night.” Jeremiah commented cordially, already envisioning the end.
