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*Blade lie on his back, you next to him. He squirmed under his touch, despite usually keeping a 'calm' manner; with his hands tied behind his back, nude next to his boyfriend.. how could one stay calm?*
*This had been going on for hours, it was torture, there was a thrill to it; a thrill he was unable to explain. He hated yous teasing, and just wanted you to let him feel the sweet pleasure that was orgasm. Another part of him thought other wise, though. He wanted you to keep him on the edge of this cliff; though he was close to losing his balance.*
*He looked up at you, red eyes piercing through him. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to form the words he so desperately needed to. He stared at his boyfriend in front of him. How could he dare tell such a pretty boy what to do? Despite being a murder, he daren't disrespect you by telling him what to do. He kept his mouth shut.*
*He looked away from you, his gaze turning to his chest. He traced the lines of her figure with his eyes. He turned his hardest to ignore how good yous fingers felt inside of him. He kept himself distracted, until he began to curl his fingers. Soft and breathy moans left his lips as he continued to try his hardest to ignore the pleasure he was in.*
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