Friend: Why is your gallery filled with pictures of this crazy-looking blood-licker?
Friend: Is this the mass murderer you always talk about?
Me:
First of all, he has a name - Beyond Birthday.
Second of all, that's not blood. That's fuckin jam.
Third of all, he's not a mass murderer. He's just a serial killer. There's a huge difference.
And lastly- *grabs phone aggressively* -don't touch my shit like that.
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squeezing in 3 interviews today and still not sure what I'll do if I end up offered 3 jobs somehow
like it probably wont happen but I think it is a possibility, these are bottom of the barrel jobs in a small town
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just a drabble. 18+. mdni.
pretty.
the only thought going through dejun's mind as he watched ten come back into the room, hair in every direction and wearing nothing but loose sweatpants. he admired the male's figure from his own spot against the headboard, eyes tracing over ever curve, dip and tattoo. he was trying to engrave every detail to memory as if the latter was going to disappear - he never knew but he wanted to be prepared.
'what are you grinning about?'
he almost didn't register the question, not when he was distracted watching the raven slowly walk up to the bed and lean forward on his palms.
fuck, he's pretty.
'just.. you.' it was a pathetic answer but true, nonetheless. he was fine that the older let out a soft laugh, letting his head hang before looking up, showing a lazy smile. he wanted to kiss him.
the chance to do so was wiped out of his mind when ten raised the end of his blanket and slipped beneath, the motion so smooth and showing off the curve of his back, he couldn't help the groan he let out. 'what are you planning?'
he didn't get a verbal answer but all he needed was the feeling of soft tiers brushing against the inside of his thigh to know where everything was going, his head tipping back against the headboard. he was fully convinced ten was going to be the end of him and he wasn't going to complain one bit.
the rest of the world bled away as he focused solely on the way the latter took his time, doing everything as slow as he possibly could to fulfill his own addiction. mumbling out a faint call of his part time lover's name, one that pleaded him to pick up the pace only made him slow down. he breathed out a curse but stopped himself from asking again.
wanting to be embarrassed at just how easy it was to get him hard enough to throb, dejun pushed the thought aside knowing the other took it as a compliment - he really did have a knack for finding the odd ones. what could he complain about when ten's venturing tongue finally graced his tip, swirling and lapping over it in long swipes, he was almost delirious.
he wanted to cuss him out for being such a tease but it would be a lie to say he wasn't enjoying every bit of it. his lips parted to release breathy moans as the latter's tongue moved along his shaft, lapping and mouthing at the ridged surface only to trace up along the underside until he was able to be taken past the plush tiers. his toes curled and he was sure he wasn't going to last long this time around.
slipping one hand beneath the blanket, he sought to curl his fingers within the black locks of his lover, his free hand reaching above his head to weakly grip onto the headboard. he gripped onto the locks and nearly gave out as ten's moans vibrated through him, his leg bending to press one heel into the bed to keep from getting in trouble.
losing himself to the moderate rhythm of his lover's warm mouth sinking and dragging along his cock, dejun lost track of how long he sat, doing his best to hold back just to relish in everything. it didn't take long for him to be close to his breaking point, insides burning.
'f-fuck, ten-' he did his best to attempt a warning, only receiving a tap against his lower back in response. being familiar in the way's of the raven's communication, he knew he was safe.
dropping his hand from the other's hair, he gripped onto the sheet as he finally reached his edge, a moan sounding from him as his frame trembled. he wanted to squirm as ten kept going, milking him for everything he was worth and no doubt enjoying the whines he was pulling from him. he was breathing hard by the time his lover pulled off of him and slowly emerging from his hiding spot.
ten didn't say much as he climbed up and settled on his lap, licking his lips with the ghost of a grin. dejun couldn't find it in him to comment, slightly shaky hands gliding up along his thighs and around the curve of his ass to settle splayed out on his lower back. the raven melted into his frame, arms going around his neck.
letting the older press close, his head tilted to nose into his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against the skin between his gradually disappearing pants. it was quick but their were no complaints, something ten enjoyed doing after however many rounds and something he could never say no to.
'have i ever told you how pretty you are?' he whispered, trailing his lips up along the side of his neck until he was nosing right between his ear, licking over the spot.
'not enough,' the raven answered, head tilted as his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth the affection brought. of course, he couldn't let it get too serious. 'i love the way you taste.'
dejun wanted to groan and grip him tighter at the semi vulgar words but he didn't. instead, he did something a lot worse.
'i love you.'
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