to be with danger

have some nerve!

Smacking his lips, type furrowed his brow to then turn his head to the side to take in deep breathes, his facial features twitched, he then made a sick face, groaning a bit he then slowly opened his eyes has he felt a weight to his body, he then peered his eyes down to widen them has he remembered what happened a few hours ago.
Type rolled his eyes to then place his hands to Mr. Tymes body to then push him off, to then whimper, he tightened his grip about him.
"No!"
Type took in a very deep breathe.
"I'm going to puke."
Mr. Tyme signed to then get off to lay to his back to have his head turned.
Type immediately got up to run to the bathroom to place his head in the toilet.
After, he got up to rinse his mouth out to then look himself over in the mirror to sign.
This disgusting son of a bitch!
Type then snapped his head to the side to then turn to go to the bedroom to then go to the dresser to then grab out some clothes, he placed a shirt on the top to then go to the boxers to have to rip at a side to open to then start to place them on.
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe to then open his eyes to peer them down to then get up to stumble to type, he grabbed the ripped boxers to then throw to the side, he placed a hand to types throat to grip a bit to keep his other arm about his body to then place his mouth to his neck to move his bottom lip about.
"Who says you can get dressed?"
Type flexed his jaw about to then turn his head in Mr. Tymes hold to look at him narrowly.
"Who says you can touch and rape me!?"
Mr. Tyme immediately stopped to look over type to still be intoxicated.
He then moved his arm that was about his body to bring up his hand to then place to his head to grip at his hair to then take him back.
"Who says you could decive and make me look like a fool! Who said you could get pregnant you asshole! I can do whatever I want to you! Has one day you wont be here!"
Types eyes widened has they went back, Mr. tyme then moved to then toss type to the bed, to then go to him to Hover, to place his hands to his throat.
Type placed his hands to his wrists to grip a bit.
"Fuck! Let go! This is not going to happen again! Go to that other that was sucking on your!"
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes, he then turned about a struggling type to then place his arms behind his back to then press his body to them to then take his hands down to move his legs apart further to then place his tip to his outter hole to move it up and down.
Type flexed his jaw to then place his head to the bed to turn it to look up..
"I don't want this!"
Mr. Tyme scoffed.
"Tell your body that!"
Type curled his lips inward to bite into them has he felt mr. Tyme place his cock quickly inside.
"Fuck!"
Type turned his head to place his forehead to the bed to moan, he's body always decived him.
Mr. Tyme then made a face, he started to feel the affects of the alcohol, he then took himself out to then lay to his back to breathe heavily.
"Mm.... Ride me...."
Type turned his head to eye over Mr. Tyme.
"You have some fucking nerve to ask me that!"
Mr. Tyme sputtered to then turn his head to look to him.
"You owe me!"
Type made a long face to dart his eyes to then take in a deep breathe, gulping he slowly moved his arms from behind him to then place them too the bed to then move up to go about to then sit before Mr. Tymes cock to then have his head hung to place his hands to his chest.
"Did...... You fuck this....."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes.
"Get on my cock type."
Type signed to look up to him.
"Do you want me to get a harmful....... That could be passed to..... Our baby?"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to then slowly take them down to eye his stomach.
"If it's mine...... No telling what you are lying about! Can't trust you!"
Type signed.
"It's yours you son of a....... Fuck!"
Type lifted his head back has Mr. Tyme placed his hands to his waist to then grip to place type to his cock to then lift his head back to make him go up and down his length and hard.
Type couldn't help but to grind upon it.
"May have...... Messed up..... But what your doing can kill the....."
Mr. Tyme moved up to place his hand back to types neck to really pound himself in to look to type in anger.
"I didn't fuck him! Just had him suck me off! Couldn't even get me hard! Now shut up!"
Type made a face.
"You had another suck you off then you have your.......mmm!"
Mr. Tyme placed his hand to types mouth to cover to keep pounding away to then move that hand to then place his mouth to his wanting more of type.
After, type looked to the ceiling to then shake his head, Mr. Tyme was on him once more to have his arms wrapped about him to be fully asleep.
Damnit! I've always hated my body but now I hate it when more! Can't believe I allowed this..... Twice!
Types chin quivered a bit to then turn his head to place his hand over his eyes has tears started to come down, this was hurting his heart something fierce. Type knew he still loved this man, however after everything that has happened and will happen, type knew he needed to get has far from him has possible, he also needed to see a doctor for an abortion, type didn't want to have this baby, not under these circumstances.