CONSUME

[27] butterflies, i think

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I think once Axel and I got a taste of what real sex is, we couldn't stop. 

In his bed, on the floor, the top of his desk, over the countertop of the bathroom sink. 

We did it everywhere. 

And the thing was, neither of us got tired of it. Of each other. I think every time we had sex, it felt like we were getting better and better at it, and I quite literally could never get enough. 

Currently, we'd just come home from the last day of final exams, and we're in his room on the bed. Me on top of his lap, kissing his face as if his lips were the most divine taste that had ever touched my tongue. And in a way, I think they were. 

His fingers were digging into my hips, palming the fabric of my t-shirt. 

"Do you think we should try--" Axel mumbled with heavy breaths against my lips, "Try to stop now?" He gulped, pulling his face back and looking at my face. 

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, of course not," He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth, "I just feel like we..." He trailed off, and I knitted my eyebrows together curiously. I climbed off his body, sitting down next to him and looking at his appearance. 

Messy hair, gray sweatpants, shirtless, swollen lips, and a flushed face. 

My favorite sight ever. 

"What is it?" I nuzzled my head on his shoulder, the cushy pillows behind our backs sinking our bodies further into the bed. 

"Well..." He seemed to be struggling to say whatever it is that he wanted to say. 

I only looked up at him waiting for him to continue. Hesitantly, he did.

"I mean, I need to say something. But I don't want to scare you."

I cocked an eyebrow up, "Scare me?"

"Yes." He pursed his lips together, shifting away from me and now standing up from the bed. He towered over me briefly, before walking towards the other side of the room. I began growing nervous as to what he could possibly have to say that would scare me. I kicked my feet off of the mattress and planted them flat on the ground, sitting on the bed and watching him closely. 

"You won't." I spoke carefully, before letting out a smile, "Well, unless you're about to tell me that you're like, dead."

"What? Dead?"

"Yeah, dead. Imagine if you are actually a dead spirit and I had no idea but can see you because of my unknown sixth sense. And I have the ability to see dead people. Ghosts. That would definitely scare the shit out of me," I giggled, but he only frowned at me. 

I rolled my eyes, "I am joking."

"I know," He crossed his arms over his stomach.

 I watched his biceps flex as his forearms landed one over the other. 

What a sight. 

"Okay, then unless it's that," I looked back up to his face, "I doubt whatever you have to say will scare me."

"Okay, I'll just say it, then."

"Alright," I stood up now, facing him just a few feet away, "Say it."

"I like you, Kameron."

My stomach fell hard and solid to the bottom of my feet. I gulped down a dryness that began to form instantly in my throat as the words left his mouth.