Into the dark || Self para
Tagging: Sex and drugs
It was so smokey in the room, he could hardly tell if it was his own eyes blurring or the smoke. But in reality it was a small cloud in the upper part of the room, where people were strewn out, on their bongs, hookahs, individual joints. Wyatt had one of the latter, taking a slow drag from it and attempting to blow it out in a circle, unsuccessfully. He couldn’t find in him to care, however. Leaning against the wall, with his eyes half lidded, he watched the people in the room, all laid back, and some of them just out of their minds.
A girl who had been eyeing him a few times finally came over to him and his gaze, whatever focus he could muster, was put on her. He tilted his head, his mind warping her into having familiar features. “You look like my kitten,” He mumbled, watching her as she made no reply. She leaned in, instead, and pressed her lips to his. What the hell, why not? He accepted the kiss, and soon felt her tongue press against his mouth. Once his lips were parted, she pushed a small pill through to his mouth and continued to kiss him while he let it dissolve in his mouth.
His eyes slowly opened and she seemed to have disappeared when the kiss was broken. Or perhaps he really had been slow to open his eyes. Exhaling, he tipped his head back and brought the joint back to his lips, inhaling deeply while the pill and the smoke got into his system. Once his joint had burned down to next to nothing, he dropped it in an ash tray and went over to some people lounging in the other corner. They seemed to perk up as he came toward him and he gave them a lazy smile of greeting. Speaking was and always had been a little overrated, plus with how high he was right now, any time he thought words, he assumed he had said them, so he may as well have said hello. He slipped down between a good looking boy and girl and put his arms around them as they gravitated toward him. He toyed with the collar on the girl’s neck, murmuring, “I hope your Dom doesn’t mind if I play with you,” while a smirk stretched over his features.
Humming as they both nuzzled into him and began to kiss and suck on parts of his neck, he could feel the pill kicking in, because it felt like sparks were happening across his skin when their warm lips met with it. Everything was heightened and felt incredible. The colors around him seemed more vivid, and he almost got distracted watching people blow patterns of smoke after using the hookah in another part of the room. Before he could really think about it, he was losing clothes and the two beside him were removing their own as well. He turned his head and caught the boy’s lips with his own, kissing him firmly as he felt the girl scratch her fingers over him. It made him gasp from the strange and intense sensation and he broke out of the kiss to look at her, shifting his hips when his pants were undone. Once they were, he pushed her head downward and drew the boy back into a kiss as he felt lips wrap around his cock.
Groaning, he bit into the male’s lip harshly and laved his tongue over it before pulling back and doing the same with him, urging his head down and shifting his body to get comfortable. He leaned back and felt like his whole body vibrated when he hummed, his eyes half open. The ceiling seemed to swirl all around while the intense feelings of their mouths pleasuring him got him worked up, made his skin feel as though it were on fire. It took him longer than it should have to notice when the two got completely distracted making out instead of pleasuring him, since the lingering feeling had made it feel as though it was still going on. His eyes lazily flicked down to them and he grunted, unceremoniously shoving them onto the floor so he could crawl over them, shoving himself back in his pants, though he didn’t bother to do them back up.
Shirtless and distracted by arousal, he walked into another room, hesitating as he saw another young man strung up with his arms above his head, the ropes tied around his wrists attached up onto a hook on a ceiling. Another male was admiring him and letting him have puffs off his joint, which Wyatt zeroed in on. He went over to him and deftly took it out of his fingers smiling at him as he put it between his lips. “This yours?” He nodded to the strung up submissive with a nod as he took a hit from the joint, then handed it back over. “Yeah...” The other man looked over Wyatt and noticed the situation the two had left him with. “Need to use him?” Wyatt’s eyebrows rose before he nodded once, wetting his lips. He slid his hands along the boy’s taut sides, dipping his head down to graze his lips over his shoulder. He removed his hands from him to shove his pants and boxers mid-way down his thighs. He hadn’t even taken a look at the submissive, and part of him didn’t care, didn’t need to. His fingers fumbled around as they went down to the boy’s hole, finding it had been plugged up. He groaned and pulled it out in a hurry before the other Dominant came around. “Wait.”
Wyatt at first looked up, wondering if he was just about to tease him, but instead the dom ripped open a condom packet and looked Wyatt in the eyes as he rolled it over his shaft. “For my pet’s protection, you understand,” He murmured, stepping back to lean on the wall and watch. Wyatt didn’t let the interlude take away too much from his movements. He grasped the submissive’s hips and bit down into his shoulder as he pushed into his already lubed and stretched hole, groaning as he clung onto him. He could hear uneven breathing from the boy in front of him and dipped his head down to press his forehead onto his shoulder as he began to fuck into the warm body as that’s all it was to him. His head swirled as the boy turned into so many of his past lovers as Wyatt was using him. At one point he imagined the sub had moaned his name, that the voice was familiar. His grip was firm, as if he was holding onto the boy for support as well as to fuck him.
Sweat broke out over his forehead and on his back with his exertions in the heated room, grunting as it didn’t take as long as he was used to, to come. It’d been too long, clearly. He drew back, stumbling a little before he remembered he had to pull up his pants again. He shed the sticky condom and let it fall to the floor before he retreated without another word, finding another room, that was quiet, and mostly underpopulated. He crawled his way up onto a bed and lay back against the headboard, exhaling as his head felt so busy and yet no thoughts were easily snatched up and comprehended. He slipped down a little further, his body starting to feel heavier now he had come. Eyes half open, his eyes focused on a couple who had come in just now and blindly went over to the bed, getting down onto it a couple feet away from him to have sex. He couldn’t even care. That was a thought, that he was able to pull out of the haze inside of his head. He didn’t know what he was doing, where he was, and he didn’t care. He was so, so far away from all the people who he’d once thought mattered... and it didn’t matter.
All there ever was and probably ever could be, was Wyatt Sylvester, on his own, against the world. Surely nothing could go wrong in that situation. He’d forgotten what it felt to have it any other way.
