#xlifelessboy

[2hyvn]

[/whistles at you]

/eyes you up and down and rolls his eyes as he walks away;

[2hyvn]

Heeey dude, can I use your laptop? I want to watch porn.

Go in a pc café.

[axiov]

xlifelessboy:

 Mir smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he held his sickle in one hand, extending the other at the man standing in front of him.

   “Bored? Come with me.” He grinned, not wasting a second to turn into his original form, feeling free as he became a spirit again. He knew he was see-through now, and he just chuckled, grinning widely. “I could show you incredible things.”

sehun’s knees give way and he collapses onto the floor at the sight of the man turning fucking translucent in front of his eyes that were now ready to fall out of his sockets any second, hands behind him holding his weight. “w-wha-- what the fuck-- how are you doing that?! did... did you drug me or something?!” he finds himself going out of breath as he hyperventilates and slowly backs away from that-- whatever the hell that is.

[lvcrimosa]

xlifelessboy ↺ answered you.

   Mir didn’t want to think about it anymore.  He simply moved his face closer to the other’s, looking into those deep eyes one more time before giving in to his need.

   The kiss felt heavenly.  Everything inside him was shaking.  He wasn’t used to feeling– not so strongly, not like this.  And yet, he couldn’t will himself to pull away.  It was somehow intoxicating.

     Lu had asked a simple question. Five words, each caned with a polite tone and a pair of curious brown eyes. Silence was returned. At first he wondered if the man was lost - he certainly didn’t look like a student, stripped of an instrument and caught with a blaze on his cheeks. Lu’s brows creased. He gave him a few more moments before pressing another question.

     He was about to, but the stranger had already parted his lips. Lu closed his with another small smile and waited patiently - but what he received was beyond words. Lips were warming everything above his chin, the tip of a curved and foreign nose digging into the light skin of his cheek. His fingers crushed the score of music in his hands to get to the stranger’s shirt and grip it, squeezing so tightly that he couldn’t convince himself if it was to push the male away or to fall into the strange turn of events.

     He couldn’t decide, his small body growing rigid and hands now wrinkling the fabric of this man’s shirt, eyes wide open and brow creasing once more. He only closed them when the male stared back, letting out a low groan of embarrassment and pulling his face away, one sleeve wiping his now damp mouth.

     “You-- do I know you?”