"Fong asked you to meet?"
"Mm... I don't wanna go. He irritates me"
I laughed lightly at that.
"I'm sorry but he really is annoying. Always all over me. Can't take eyes off my body. He's like a scanner... Pftt.."
I turned him around and kissed him roughly as i pressed my hand onto the small of his back, where I painted another picture for him last night.
Keep away Fong.
He's mine.
Always.
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Scars To My Beautiful (Short) || BRIGHTWIN ||
أدب الهواة"W-What is that on your body?" I got a hold of his hand tightly, slowly crushing it as he whimpered in pain. "Keep that little head of yours out of places you don't need to fret about." A/n: I don't support the acts displayed in this work, even tho...
