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Desperation

A quiet rap at my door sends me into action, already a mere 4 feet from the door before he even knocked. I turn the knob and as it swings open I'm met with a terribly comforting sight.

"I told you, Kaz, you don't have to knock," I rasp, my voice a bit clearer as I've woken up.

He looks at me with bloodshot, watery eyes, his features accentuated ever so gently in the musky yellow of the street lights. My senses are immediately on high alert. After so long, your body follows routine whether you like it or not. His lips are parted, lazily resting and freshly licked. That doesn't stop his tongue from darting across them as he looks away, likely in shame. His quickening breath and evident glances at my bare chest give me the impression his body's fallen into the same routine.

"Sorry, yeah," he mumbles quietly before stepping inside, dipping under my arm holding the door.

I watch him as I close my door, grinning a bit but dropping the expression when he meets my eye again. He sits uncomfortably on my couch for a few seconds, but before I can even get a lighthearted tease out, he's stood up and is making his way to my bedroom. Looks like he won't need much reassurance on the matter tonight.

I follow closely behind. Kaz is the type to take even the slightest hesitation as denial, so naturally I've come to ensure there is none. But as he turns around and places his hands on my arms, digging his fingertips into my flesh with a silent desperation, I realize tonight is his. I am an afterthought in this state. He needs me and I am more than willing to oblige.

He leans towards my face, glancing at my lips and licking his own before looking up at me with sex written in his gaze. His lashes are wet and clumped together, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen. He needs me. He needs this. It's the fact that he needs me and only me. Only I can give him what he needs so desperately. The tension doesn't even have time to concentrate, it's already so thick. My stomach flips and I flush, curling my right hand around the back of his neck and smashing my lips into his with just as much desperation.

He wastes no time to reciprocate, devouring my mouth so urgently that our teeth clash. His tongue invades my mouth and I'm left with no defenses, allowing him to take control. His face is salty and damp, moistened with tears and hurt. Hurt that I plan to let him take away. He grabs my shoulders and digs his nails into me, coaxing out a soft groan of appreciation.

I drag my hands down his clothed waist and up under his shirt. He rips away from me and I watch as he hastily removes it, ensuring to take no more than 5 seconds to do so before reattaching his lips to my own. I drag my mouth messily down his jaw and neck, caressing his back and nipping at his skin expertly where he likes.

"Fuck yeah," he breathes, gripping my hair and tossing his head back to allow me more access. I suck the soft spot at the nape of his neck and he hums approvingly. My nose is wet with my own saliva as I continue to kiss and lick down his chest. Anything you want, Kaz. I know you. I know your body even more. I have it memorized just for you.

I brush my tongue across his nipple and he shivers sharply, sighing. I nip at it, brushing my thumb across the other. He lets out a needy whine, gripping my hair with both hands. I laugh softly against him, running my tongue in daring circles around one whilst my fingers twist and pinch the other. He arches his back against me, his knees nearly buckling. He's definitely been thinking about this for a while.

"Lay down," he orders, and I obey. I dip down onto the silken sheets of my bed and prop up on my elbows, watching him climb up onto my lap. It's only now that I register the raging hard-on he's sporting, notifying me of my own.