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Ronin patiently sat on the edge of the hotel bed. He looked out the window. It qas plenty dark out and last time he checked, it was past midnight. He wondered what today would give him. Usually they would both take it slower, if they're feeling frisky they'll go another round. He was waiting for her to arrive. The girl.
He can't really explain how this situation started, but he can't imagine his life without it anymore. Friends with benefits but you aren't friends. Dating without the romantic feelins and couple things (or is it).
Maybe the coastal air gets a boy to reflect.
Soon the soft patter of feet approaching is right outside the door. As it swings open, she appears. She's so beautiful to him. She doesn't say anything. They don't need to say anything because they already know what needs to be said.
He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. “I didnt say you could talk” she snapped. Her arms crossed and she walked towards him, looming over the red haired boy. Ronin nodded and shut up, surprising himself with how he did as she told him.
There was only silence between them, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights outside and the ac unit could only be heard. Though the cries of ecstasy from rooms nearby showed what would soon happen to the red haired boy. Similar couples in similar situations as the two.
She ran her hand up his side, causing him to shiver from the contact. Her hands were cold, enough to transfer through his small amount of layers he was wearing. She was like a saint to him, so beautiful yet so horrible.
“cant you get along with it?” he huffed. Despite himself, a hint of his need slipped through. He hoped that she hadn't heard, but she knew him better than he knew himself. She didn't ask before starting to peel off his clothes bit by bit.
He squirmed in the bed as the smaller woman began to take his clothes off. Her experienced fingers shrugged off his jacket and tossed his shirt to the side. “Since when were you so desperate?” She teased. Since when you touched me for the first time. Since when you set a claim on me as your own. Since when we embraced our sinful desires together. But he bit his lip.
Ronin didn't answer, he didn't want to nor did he know his definite answer. She didn't pry, instead running her slender fingers over his flat chest. He softly gasped as he fingers grazed across his pale skin, despite how cold her hands had been it felt like trails of fire across his flesh. Maybe possibly.
She smiled at how his breathing hitched, and asge was determined to get more out of him. She roughly pushed him down on the bed, and straddled his lap. Her fingers grew rougher with her ministries. The woman began to pull on his dusky peaks, taking one in his mouth to suck on.
Ronin fisted at the sheets below them, his eyebrows furrowing. He closed his eyes and pressed his legs together, a small attempt to get any form of pleasure. Though the woman above him seemed to notice this. She pried his legs apart with a tsk. When I let you touch me for the first time. When you claimed me for your own. When you embraced sin with me.
He didn't hesitate to spread his legs for her, a small whine coming out of his mouth when the cool night air hit his wet peaks. “Only you” he muttered. Only her. He only needed her, even if it was just in the lustful haze he was in— at the moment he only needs her and no one else.
Possibly maybe.
She unzipped his pants, slow and teasing. “Ronin, remember how much you played hard to get our first time? So cute, so cuteness” she slurred, and he looked into her eyes. And saw a reflection of his own desire in her hazel eyes.
He shimmed out of his pants and had to practically peel off his underwear. While she was still dressed in her pretty sundress. She's just like an angel.
Her hand trailed down from his smooth stomach to his mound. “G-get on with it” he said, covering his face with both hands. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felt her dainty fingers teasing his slit.
Teeth bit lip as he tried to keep his noises quiet, who knows how thin these walls are? They had a habit of three or under starred hotels. She grabbed his wrist, pinning it to the bed so he couldn't hide from her, she cant have him hiding from her.
He whined at how roughly she treated him. But they both knew they enjoyed it, and enjoyed pushing their limits. With the other they didn't need to hold back, there was no need to hide. Her fingers slipped into his cunt, eliciting a moan from the taller boy.
Before he knew it, her fingers left his slit to shed her dress. She was quick, allowing herself to be bare in front of him. The girl pulled out a black box from her bag. He knew what it was. He still covered his face, not looking until he felt something hard prodding at his entrance.
He gasped and saw the familiar site of the girl in between his legs, with her strap on. They've never really done a lot of stuff with the strap, but he was always willing if it was just her.
And with a brutal push, she slammed her hips down until she was fully inside him. Ronin moaned loudly, tears of pained pleasure brimming his eyes. She enjoyed the pain she could get out of him, because she knew it was only her that he would let in.
She doesn't need his heart when she has his body, she doesn't need his love when she has his lust. The curly haired girl began to move her hips, allowing the dildo to get lubricated from the man's juices. She never gave him time to prepare, though a more reasonable past version of herself would've done so. She doesn't care if this is wrong, as long as it's him and only him.
Their breathing grew ragged as they went on with this dance of base and carnal desires came over them. She lifted Robin's legs, giving herself more access. Possibly maybe, he wanted more.
He moaned pathetically, tears streaming freely from his eyes as the dildo slammed in and out of his tight passage. He gripped the sheets tightly. “W-w…” he started, attempting to say her name. But before he could say it, she smashed their lips together. Her violent rhythm never stopping as it felt that she was rearranging his insides.
The man needed more. His fingers slipped to his apex of his thighs, attempting to rub his clit. Though he was slapped. Physically, she slapped him. “I dont remember letting you touch yourself” she chided, pulling out of his cunt. He felt like he was about to die.
The coil that had been winding in his lower stomach felt like it was so close to release. Sure it had only been a while that she had entered him but it was only her. Only her that he thought of as he touched himself on those lonely days.
“Put it back in, please…”
“Beg for it”
The dam broke and he sobbed, he needed her badly. He tried to grind his weeping slit against the tip of the dildo, but she held his hips in place. And he knew she wasn't going to continue until he, in fact, begged for her.
“Please… put it back in…” he whined, spreading his legs farther for the girl, to entice her with the sight of his dripping sex. She bit her lip, running her hands through Ronin’s long legs.
He shivered into her touch, giving her those pleading eyes. Possibly maybe, he wanted more than just a situation.
Thoughts ran through his lust crazed mind. He doesn't care if he's being pathetic or easy, it's only her that he'd be like this for. Only her. She deemed his plead good enough, and slammed back into him.
His back arched off the bed, a dumb smile plastered on his face as she plunged the dildo deeper into him. Ronin could tell that she was also close. Streams of sinful moans and groans fell from their mouths. One hand left his hips to press against his tight ass.
His eyes widened but before he could protest her finger was already fully inside him. At just the double penetration he came, his cum coating both himself and her cock. Her hand other hand fell onto his neck as she squeezed tightly, feeling his cunt squeeze tightly on her plastic cock.
Possibly maybe, he wanted more than just a situation with her— he needed her but she didn't need him.