He parts his lips for me. He kisses me back, slow and warm and wet, and I’m lost in him.
Kissing him because I fucking need him to feel this, too. Focusing the possessive urge inside me onto exactly one very bad idea.
I wasn’t planning on this. I don’t kiss people unless I’m actually dating them, and that’s not what the two of us are doing. Not even close.
But I needed his mouth.
Like oxygen.
Like a drug.
Like I’m not in control at all.
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Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko’s newest video, earlier today
Username: Hercules2210
I’ve stopped leaving comments.
When I see him post, now, only one thought cycles in my mind:
He’s not yours.
Not.
Yours.
I have to remind myself of it every time I see him.
But when I watch him…
And God, fuck, when I’m with him…
Sometimes it all feels deathly real.
Heat ripsthrough me as Niko’s lips touch mine, and I’ve never been so certain that there is something wrong with me.
Because nothing’s ever felt as good as every single timeNiko has touched me.
Having his mouth against mine is like feeling my body come to life after hibernation, like he’s lighting me up from the inside.
Goddamnit, you knew exactly what I wanted.
My hands grasp at the front of his shirt, clutching him like I’m afraid he’ll stop. I take his tongue like a fiend, opening for him and tasting orange and liquor on him.
I shouldn’t want it.
Not this badly.
But Niko’s tongue feels so good that I can’t hold back a whimper from escaping my mouth. The sound disappears against him as he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding along mine as his hand clutches the back of my head.
Falling deeper and deeper under your spell.
It shouldn’t feel this fucking good.
