You are my Language

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by salami1man

by salami1man

(2 years ago)

You up? Pitbulls phone dinged, waking him from his slumber in the process.
Yeah what's up?
I'm bored.. come over?
Pitbull sighed and placed his phone down, he can't keep doing this, can't keep cutting off his bad habits only to relapse after a few weeks.
He stood from his bed and walked towards the washroom, filling the sink up with iced cold water. Pitbulls head launched forward and down into the water, hopefully drowning all his thoughts in the process. He unplugged the sink, and down went all his thoughts except one. "i'm bored.. come over?"
shit. He thought to himself. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Pitbull walked back to his room picked up his phone and replied.
On my way.

The brisk air sent shivers down Pitbulls bald head to his spine as he entered a small apartment complex. Knocking on apartment 234, the door creaked open, letting the bald man inside.
"What took you so long?" A flirtatious voice called out from another room. Pitbull slowly shut the door behind him, removed his shoes (YEAH WE ARENT FUCKING DISGUSTING AND WEAR SHOES IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE) and walked towards the voice.
"Traffic and whatnot..." Lies. He purposefully took the long way incase his common sense kicked in, it did not. For he was about to have some steamy sex with someone he had always regretted ever meeting. Bakugo. The blonde boy removed himself from the bed, walked towards Pitbull, wrapping his arms around the bald mans neck, pitbull had to stand on his toes to become eye level with Bakugo.
"Yeah," Bakugo said, his eyes piercing the bald mans heart. "Traffic and whatnot."
The bald man swallowed hard and looked away, his face flushed with a deep red. They locked eyes for a moment, only to be lost in a kiss that would mean more than any words in the english dictionary.
You make me feel. You make me burn. You make me melt. I'm your own personal putty. Thoughts pitbull had while kissing the blonde boy, making their way to the bed. Soon, shirts were being unbuttoned and pants were sliding off, hands entangled within each others hair, shaky breaths and some white stuff.

"You make me want to sing in another language," Pitbull turned over to bakugo who was staring towards the ceiling.
"You are my language."

But that was two years ago.