𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓖𝓸 𝓕𝓪𝓻

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 15

As they walk up the stairs to the second floor. Evelyn permitted him to get all touchy he wanted but only to that level as she still wanted to see the effect Brahms had done tonight. And with that permission, Brahms used it well.

When they walk up the stair, he would stay behind, with hands going up to touch her thigh, watching them bump to one another. He would even squeeze them, feeling how soft her sin was and how the action left a red hand mark behind. And when they walk through the hallway, he would come closer into her space. His chin was on her head as his hand fondled her hip, waist, and back zipper, daring himself to raise her dress with each step before stopping when Evelyn gave him a warning hum.

Upon reaching the attic now, Brahms took the lead since it was a messy place. He didn't want Evelyn to bump into furniture and cause a mark on her body that he didn't make.

They stop right before an unconcise Greta, the nanny had only her bed's drape covering her body. Hair still wet and dripping, Evelyn could feel just how uncomfortable it would be.

Brahms didn't even look at his nanny, his eyes were more focused on Evelyn, watching her reaction, waiting for any sign or order. But, mostly, he waited for her to give him his reward to continue more as promised.

Evelyn looked around her surrounding, the attic. A place she has yet to come to. Moving with petite steps with Brahms following behind her like a baby duck to its mother.

Brahms watches her figure carefully as Evelyn finds the original family painting other than the one hung at the stairways. She smirks seeing this version of the painting, Young Brahms looked so annoyed and fed up, nothing like the good child image he was supposed to uphold. Other than those, the attic was filled with child articles of clothing, toys, and every pair of small shoes.

Picking up a child sailor outfit, Evelyn held it up before Brahms who was started and confused as he continues to stare into her eyes. She instead had a booming smile, "You grew so big," she chuckles, finding it amusing with the differences between child Brahms to now. She carelessly threw the piece of clothing into his arms who rummages to catch it.

Evelyn crossed her arms as she stood before an unconscious Greta, looking into her face and frowning. She takes a step forward and places her hands on Greta's shoulders, poking on it to get a reaction but it was clear the female was out for the night.

"Evie?" Brahms's voice calls out for her, waiting for a compliment or approval of his action, anything that gives him hope for something more from her. Turning around to him, something else catches Evelyn's attention. Right behind Brahms's towering built was a worn-out box. It's a tattered cover and worn-out edges, but she knew what was inside.

"Hey won't you look at that," She says with a smile, completely ignoring Brahms's whine for her attention. Walking past him to the box, her eyes scan inside. It brought a huge grin on her as she wrecked around. She picked up various knives and daggers, "I thought Mrs Heelshire burnt them all?"

The box contains 'toys' that Brahms and Evelyn would play around with when they were young. The young girl is somehow able to collect the items and showcase them to Brahms, she would put use of the toys on animals or even scare the other children. They were caught by Mrs Heelshire when Evelyn took her game far and stab a child in her arm. Brahms remembers the day clearly, she had fabricated an innocent face and simply pin point the blame on him.

And like now, Brahms simply took the blame for her. But of course, a mother would never believe their child would be so cruel. Instead, Mrs. Heelshire took the knife away, collecting all the harmful 'toys' and simply bought the child's parent's silence from reporting to the police.

"I wonder if she's still alive?" Evelyn mumbled, thinking about the girl she stabbed. "Promise..." Brahms almost whispered, trying another attempt to get the female's attention, "Evie..." Evelyn hummed in response, closing the box and moving it somewhere more hiding. Turning around to leave, she stops right by the entrance, glancing at the male, "Aren't you coming?" she asks.

That simple question was enough to make Brahms eager. Quick on his feet he followed after her, his hand clutched onto her finger as she leads them to her bedroom.

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Brahms watch Evelyn through the mask, he felt desire creep into himself the more she played with his feelings and she knew. With each step, she let her hips sway playfully, and at times, she would glance over her shoulder to him with this mischievous look that tease him. He was mesmerized by her, she was perfect.

As they reach the room, Evelyn pushes him onto the bed and cradles him. Her amusement seems to only grow when she feels his breathing quicken from just a simple action from her.

She stares down at his chest, the worn tank top was small on him. Ignoring how Brahms was bold to reach out and fondle her exposed thigh from the way the dress had risen up. She reaches down, her back arching as she teases him with kisses on his mask.

"Hm, more," Brahms begs, he knew she wasn't putting any effort into her petty kisses. He wanted more, he needed her. Without warning, he pulls the mask off his face, overlooking his insecurity from the burn scars. His hand reaches out for the back of her head, pushing her to smash their lips together. His body had grinned up to have rugged friction with hers.

Evelyn giggles against Brahms's needy open kisses, it's like he lost himself in his desire to have her.

His rash actions on her forced her body down onto his and made her move with more passion. He never gave a chance for Evelyn to even breathe and if she got the opportunity to break it, he would move to her neck and down to her open cleavage. He grunts her name over and over again, and Evelyn swear she herself was losing control by the second.

But she wasn't going to give in easily, he needed to play more with his feeling. So when Brahms's hand went up to pull her dress down to show her breast, she gave him a disapproving sound, it was enough for him to whimper like a scolded dog.

"You're not getting that far, Brahmsy," she whispers, her seductive voice giving Brahms approval to continue with his kisses on her nape. He knew that tonight Evelyn won't let them get naked, so if anything the most he could do tonight was get his release from the kisses, her soft moans against his ears, and her actions.

Evelyn could feel him poking hard against her, she was getting aroused seeing how Brahms was sweating. His curls were glued to his forehead and his face was full of a hungry expression as he kept his eyes on her. "Coming so soon?" Evelyn taunts him, making her voice low.

Brahms wasn't listening anymore; he was getting high. His grip on her hips got rougher, pulling her down so he could get more of her skin to touch his lips. Biting and leaving scars on her cleavage as that was the most he could get.

Roaming her hand through his hair, she could feel his heated breath on her breast get faster. He was close to reaching his climax as he whimpers. Arching her body and letting him sink his teeth into her breast. Brahms came hard in seconds, making his pants wet against Evelyn's body who could feel it. But he didn't let her go just yet, continuing to lick her breast as she moves slowly against the wet patch.