LOST WITHOUT YOU

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

DURK...

"Ya ain't eve' gotta wear da shiesty mask, I wanna see ya face on our date," Kentrell smiled as he pulled Durk close by the waist. He sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed by stealing Dominique's clothes, he thanked God they were the same size in clothing.

"I just don't want us gettin' caught." Durk said before he pulled the mask off. He tossed it on the bed.

Kentrell lifted his shirt and laid his ear gently on Durk's stomach.

"Fuck is ya doin'?," Durk arched his brow.

"Just imaging how it would be if ya got pregnant."

Durk scoffed. "You tweakin',"

"Just uh little, but, I think it would be cute if ya was walkin' 'round da house with uh round belly. I can start all over again as uh father. We'll be uh happy family."

"Too bad I have uh dick and balls, huh?," Durk joked.

Kentrell chuckled. "Yes it is, I guess."

Durk rubbed the back of Kentrell's head. "We can roleplay, I don't mind."

"Nah, ion wanna make ya uncomfortable, ya uh man, ya can't pretend ta be pregnant, we just gone adopt, ight?,"

"Okay." He said softly as Kentrell kissed his stomach. He then traced his lips up and in result Durk squirmed. "We gotta get ready fa our date Ken~," He rolled his eyes back.

Durk loved this new feeling, this new experiment with a man. Durk was a freak at nature and now that India was out of the picture, he can fully express himself. Kentrell pulled Durk onto his lap. "We don't gotta get dere until 10:45, let meh take care of ya Golden."

"Don't wanna wait until marriage? Ya said I was special." Durk teased. "You just as impatient as meh."

Kentrell rubbed on Durk's left peck. "Ya tattoos is turnin' meh on."

Durk smugged at the comment. He never had anyone turned on by his tattoos, they were just ink on skin by the end of the day.
"Which one is ya favorite?,"

"The 300 tattoo." Kentrell said before he moved his head from Durk's shirt. He looked cutely up at his soon to be husband. "Which one of my tattoos ya like?,"

"Let me see," Durk got onto his knees and softly shoved Kentrell on his back. He then lifted his shirt up. "Da dead lady, she fire as fuck."

"Did ya have ta shove meh ta see dat?," Kentrell asked. "And it ain't uh dead lady, dats ma ex, when we broke up I got it re-done."

"Well fuck her, I'm hea' nie, ya gone put ma face on ya body?."

"Dats if ya put mine on yours."

"Deal."

"Why ya sa crazy 'bout meh?,"

"I've been likin' ya befo our beef and before Von's diss. Ya know dat, I remember we use ta stay up all night on da phone. Just chattin', ya remember dat?,"

"Yeah, I do," The memories hit him like a ton of bricks, he thought they only been on Ig live together, how the fuck can he remember that, but forget his own children's birthdays. "Ya made advances at meh,"

"I didn't, dat was you. You said you was gone fuck me while I was in uh handstand... You should've seen da look on Von's face when ya said dat, I was cryin' laughin',"

"I bet he wasn't pleased." Kentrell remarked.

"Not at all," Durk said as he tugged at Kentrell's belt. "But he's not here anymore...how would ya feel if I sucked ya dick right nie?,"