one night only ♕ aldrew.
Drew just laughed as he felt the shirt turn hard like slate then shatter at his feet. He grabbed Ali’s arm and then picked him up, carrying him over the shards of ice, and placed him inside his lap, sinking into the bed with a grin. “You won’t give me just that?" He pulled him in for another kiss and then used his shirt to bring him down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. “How glad are you?" He smiled at him, hands still roaming all over his ass, his back, through his hair — all over. “You taste so good," he moaned as he sucked on his fingers, and then his neck. He couldn’t stop touching him, groping him. He loved playing with guys — in a physical sense more than a mental one — and slipped his hands inside Ali’s pants to rub over his ass cheeks. Still soft, he though to himself. He wanted to bite them red.
"I’ve missed you. I have." He pulled up Ali’s shirt and began kissing his chest, forcing him to stay glued to his own chest by his grip. “I know I keep saying that. But because it’s true. You’re so beautiful." He spoke quietly; even had his eyes closed as he explored his ex’s body again and again. He rolled him over onto his back and then pressed the boy’s hands to either side of the pillow, holding them down with his superior strength before he went back to kissing him again, grinding up into him, forcing the black-haired boy up the bed with his force, still holding him down by his wrists. He was now nipping and sucking at his neck, then began kissing his ear. “Tell me you want me," he whispered. “Tell me you need me, Ali. Like you used to." He was gently running his lips up his neck, affectionally almost. “Please."
Alistair soon found himself carried off in Drew's arm, a place he not only had missed but he felt sort of familiar wrapped up in the man's body. He couldn't deny, no matter how devilish Drew was, the boy had a banging body and there are times that Alistair could easily take away all and any emotion surrounding the blond and use him as the pure sexual creature that he was. His hands were all over his body, acting in a sort of frenzy as though he couldn't wait to get his hands all over every inch of his form. "Oh I'm really glad, especially right now. You just can't get enough of me. That's what happens when you're too bad of a boy. You lose touching privileges." He cooed, into Drew's ear, tugging on the short blond hair while he run his lips over Ali's chest. His massive hands found themselves everywhere touching whatever piece of skin they could grab. Main focus was of course his ass.
"You've said it a few times. I get it. You too." Alistair responded finally, not wanting to say the words outright knowing how Drew had the tendency to twist them about. "I've always been beautiful, Drew. You've always been handsome. That's never been the problem. Attraction is always there." Alistair moaned as Drew restrained him, pinning his arms down. Physically, Drew was much stronger, and that was without his ability. Alistair always let him do what he wanted, as long as it didn't leave bruises. He knew he was never in danger since he could easily free himself if needed but he sort of liked the display of strength. "I want you, Drew." Alistair thought back to what that meant. Like he used to. Drew was surprisingly pushing that concept so Alistair, against his better judgement, gave in. "I need you, baby. I need you all over my body, Your lips, tongue, fingers, everything. I want you in me. Warm me up, Drew." He blew cool breath at Drew's ear to get him to look him in the eye, gaining his attention that way since his arms were restrained. "Show me how much you missed me." He challenged, his eyes flickering a ice blue as he ran his tongue, also turned an ice blue from the stark change in temperature, over his plush pink lips.
