Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco
Sorry if this is bad. I've never written something like this before, so yeah. Sorry again =]
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Hands shook.
Lips locked.
Skin brushed.
Breath quickened.
Passion grew.
His hands crept slowly up the other boy’s shirt.
The boy gasped and arched his back with excitement.
The hands moved carefully and nervously, but never did they stop.
The shirt was off.
Their bare chests rubbed against each other.
Tongues fought for control.
Both boys wrestled for dominance.
They both struggled against each other’s passion.
The younger boy trailed his hand up the older boy’s leg.
Reaching higher and higher until the older boy moaned with pleasure and expectance.
“Do...you...want...” The younger boy gasped.
He didn’t finish his sentence before he felt a warm tongue in his mouth and felt his hand being dragged up.
The older boy moaned as he dragged the younger boys hand over to where he was waiting.
The first touch was good, but the second was better.
Soon he was writhing with pleasure underneath the younger boy.
He moved his hand to touch his lover.
Surprise spread over the younger boys face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of complete and total arousal and pleasure.
Both of them were moaning.
Both were moving and breathing harder than they ever had.
The two boys were almost there.
They were nearing their climax.
They’d never done it before together.
They’d never been able to push each other to the edge.
They...were...so...close.
It was like a dream. Well, both of them had dreamt this before, but it didn’t feel like it could really be happening.
It was over, they were both finished.
The younger boy went first.
Collapsing over the older boy and breathing heavily into his neck.
But he had to recover; he had to keep touching the older boy.
The older boy released and they both lay there, panting and taking in each other’s beauty.
It was going to be a long night.
They kissed.
Their tongues danced dangerously with each other.
Every time they clashed, mental sparks would fly.
Sparks of passion and of fury.
Fury that they couldn’t do what they had just done, earlier, and passion, because, well, love and all that.
One of them dropped asleep and the other, older, less beautiful boy just lay there.
Yes, he was beautiful, in an undiscovered, hidden way.
But the boy who lay in his arms, could look at anyone, guy or girl, and win their hearts instantly.
Except this boy.
The undiscovered beauty. The boy who no one knew about. The one that everyone saw, but didn’t see.
He hadn’t fallen in love with those, sublimely round, chocolaty eyes at first sight.
He had taken his time.
Taken all the time he could.
He hadn’t had a single dream of those perfect lips, that perfect smile.
Until, those perfect lips had brushed his.
It had been at a party.
Alcohol had been pulsing through the younger boys head.
The older boy had been standing alone. Like he always did.
Then he realised that he was against a wall, his head was tilted back and something was sucking at his neck.
He hadn’t fought it.
It felt so good, the feeling of biting, sucking, licking.
He had even moaned a little before biting his lip to keep it in.
Then his head had been jerked forward so that their lips could brush and a tongue had slipped urgently into his mouth.
The moment was over before it had really begun.
The figure ripped away and stood, breathing heavily and smiling.
“See you around.” He had said and had skipped away into the crowd of dancing people.
His mind never swayed from that moment. It was all he thought about.
The memory was intensified by the large purple mark on his neck that made him the tiniest bit visible.
Everything had floated past.
Everything, except the next times they kissed.
It was all a dream to him.
Everything.
Even the few fleeting touches they shared.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
It was real.
Hands shook.
Lips locked.
Skin brushed.
Breath quickened.
Passion grew.
Dreams became real.
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Hands shook.
Lips locked.
Skin brushed.
Breath quickened.
Passion grew.
His hands crept slowly up the other boy’s shirt.
The boy gasped and arched his back with excitement.
The hands moved carefully and nervously, but never did they stop.
The shirt was off.
Their bare chests rubbed against each other.
Tongues fought for control.
Both boys wrestled for dominance.
They both struggled against each other’s passion.
The younger boy trailed his hand up the older boy’s leg.
Reaching higher and higher until the older boy moaned with pleasure and expectance.
“Do...you...want...” The younger boy gasped.
He didn’t finish his sentence before he felt a warm tongue in his mouth and felt his hand being dragged up.
The older boy moaned as he dragged the younger boys hand over to where he was waiting.
The first touch was good, but the second was better.
Soon he was writhing with pleasure underneath the younger boy.
He moved his hand to touch his lover.
Surprise spread over the younger boys face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of complete and total arousal and pleasure.
Both of them were moaning.
Both were moving and breathing harder than they ever had.
The two boys were almost there.
They were nearing their climax.
They’d never done it before together.
They’d never been able to push each other to the edge.
They...were...so...close.
It was like a dream. Well, both of them had dreamt this before, but it didn’t feel like it could really be happening.
It was over, they were both finished.
The younger boy went first.
Collapsing over the older boy and breathing heavily into his neck.
But he had to recover; he had to keep touching the older boy.
The older boy released and they both lay there, panting and taking in each other’s beauty.
It was going to be a long night.
They kissed.
Their tongues danced dangerously with each other.
Every time they clashed, mental sparks would fly.
Sparks of passion and of fury.
Fury that they couldn’t do what they had just done, earlier, and passion, because, well, love and all that.
One of them dropped asleep and the other, older, less beautiful boy just lay there.
Yes, he was beautiful, in an undiscovered, hidden way.
But the boy who lay in his arms, could look at anyone, guy or girl, and win their hearts instantly.
Except this boy.
The undiscovered beauty. The boy who no one knew about. The one that everyone saw, but didn’t see.
He hadn’t fallen in love with those, sublimely round, chocolaty eyes at first sight.
He had taken his time.
Taken all the time he could.
He hadn’t had a single dream of those perfect lips, that perfect smile.
Until, those perfect lips had brushed his.
It had been at a party.
Alcohol had been pulsing through the younger boys head.
The older boy had been standing alone. Like he always did.
Then he realised that he was against a wall, his head was tilted back and something was sucking at his neck.
He hadn’t fought it.
It felt so good, the feeling of biting, sucking, licking.
He had even moaned a little before biting his lip to keep it in.
Then his head had been jerked forward so that their lips could brush and a tongue had slipped urgently into his mouth.
The moment was over before it had really begun.
The figure ripped away and stood, breathing heavily and smiling.
“See you around.” He had said and had skipped away into the crowd of dancing people.
His mind never swayed from that moment. It was all he thought about.
The memory was intensified by the large purple mark on his neck that made him the tiniest bit visible.
Everything had floated past.
Everything, except the next times they kissed.
It was all a dream to him.
Everything.
Even the few fleeting touches they shared.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
It was real.
Hands shook.
Lips locked.
Skin brushed.
Breath quickened.
Passion grew.
Dreams became real.
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