Forget Me Not || HIATUS

Chapter 9 - More

‼️⚠️Tomfoolery ⚠️‼️
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Tristan

Warm hands wrapped around mine, trailing me around the fair. Sushan smiled at me, pulling me into a quiet corner. I frowned slightly, not knowing what he was planning.

Suddenly he placed one hand on the nape of my neck, and the other on my lower back. I gasped, holding my breath as he leaned closer. He tilted his head, pressing his lips against my neck softly, biting at my skin delicately. I wrapped my hands in his hair, looping silky strands around my fingers as shivers of pleasure ran along my body.

Sushan spread my legs open with his knee, pushing me up against the wall, picking up the pace as he switched sides. A quiet moan escaped my mouth. I quickly closed it, ashamed.

I felt him smile against me. I could feel his hand slip under my shirt and start trailing lazy circles on my lower back.

"Do you want to go somewhere more... quiet?" He muttered, his breath caressing my neck, drawing a desperate groan from my throat. I nodded, pushing him away from me delicately.

He smiled, closing his hand around mine, pulling me in the direction of his house, the blaring chaos of the fair fading behind us.

A dark-blond boy watched over them, face shadowed in jealousy, his own hand gripped by a nondescript brunette.

Why can't I be happy? 

*~~~*

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The door to Sushan's bedroom slammed behind us. Warm hands ran up and down my body, drawing a sigh a pleasure from my swollen lips. I drew Sushan's neck to my mouth, sucking on the delicate skin, leaving a mark for us to rediscover later.

I felt his fingers wrap around my curls, tugging on them, pulling me closer. I drew back and led him to the bed, pushing him onto the sheets.

I lay down on top of him, body pressing down against his, my crotch brushing the straining fabric of his jeans. I smiled, pulling off his shirt. I watched as his breath hitched whilst my fingers roamed over his soft torso, palming his every so slightly defined stomach.

I stopped, letting him acknowledge what I was about to do.

He nodded, letting me feel further up, brushing over his pectoral muscles, sensing as they tensed up beneath my touch.

I stopped just above his nipple, and trailed my hands down slowly to his waistband, slipping it into his boxers. I heard a sharp inhale escape him at the touch. I smirked and began rubbing gently up and down, installing a slow tempo.

I felt him tense up as I picked up the pace, not fast enough for him to release, but just enough for him to beg for more.

His once quiet moans began a heavenly crescendo, growing louder with each firm hand motion, desperation exuding from his voice.

"Tristan... mhh..." He groaned, back arching beneath my fingers.

"Yes darling?" I said softly, pulling off his cargos and boxers swiftly, leaving him fully exposed. Sushan gasped as I placed my lips to his tip, teasing it with my tongue.

"Fuck... me..." He choked out between moans. He spat onto my fingers, licking them sensually. Slowly but surely he guided them down, slipping them in, going back and forth, eliciting delicious sounds from his mouth.