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temporary high // taynes

"Tom. Are you awake?"
it's the same thing he used to say to start the night when you'd stay up talking. Both of you would be too bashful to say it first, but he usually gave in. When that sentence rang out in the night was when the fun started. So why does it sting so bad now?
"To-ooom. Don't keep me wai-tinggg~" He purrs. The voice coils around you like cigarette smoke and makes you dizzy. It's so strangely nostalgic yet sultry...how does it manage to sound just like him and out of character at the same time?
You know why. It's the voice he'd use when he was manipulating people. When Dad used him to get information out of victims. His interrogation voice. Honeyed words that could always get someone talking , almost in mere seconds. It was terrifying and sexy all at the same time.
"Sh-shuddup...I ain't fall'n' f'r it..." You slur, hugging your pillow tighter. "Oh, Tommy...that's no fun. Won't you humour me a little? "
You make a fatal error and glance up, tired eyes going wide at his shirtless form sitting on the edge of his old bed across from you, the most cocky grin plastered across his face. You stare in open-mouthed awe for a moment before you realise and flush a deep pink, hiding in your pillow again. "Perv. Bet you wish you had your camera now, huh? " He teases. Why does he have to be so insufferable, yet manage to get exactly what he wants?
You yelp as he joins you on your bed, pinning you down under him. You don't dare to look up regardless, repeating 'it's just a hallucination it's just a hallucination' to yourself like a prayer. It must be a hallucination. You totally can't feel his hands right now. His hands trailing down your chest and sides and waist and down to your legs and--
Your breath hitches in your throat at his movements, him rubbing your thighs and crotch all over like he's searching you for contrabnd. "St-stop--ghhh...~" You weakly try to squirm away, pressing yourself against the wall. You can't help but gasp and buck your hips up at the stimulation, shocks running down your spine despite it all. Soft slick noises emanate from under the sheets as he continues to jerk you off, squeezing your thigh with his free hand. "A-ahn~ Wai- Don't- hnnn..." Your attempts to stop him stutter to a stop before any of them can even get fully formed in your head, instead coming out as little gasps and sighs. You close your eyes, pretty much accepting your fate.
He's fallen silent at this point, slipping his hand up and down your length and instead letting the sticky sounds speak for him. He must get some sort of sick satisfaction from seeing you reduced to a shuddering puddle, dripping embarrassing amounts of pre. "Hayn's...~" You moan, throwing your head back and letting shameful whines and whimpers fall from your lips.
You start to move your hips in tandem with it as you get needier, panting and thrusting in and out of his hand like your life depends on it. Praise and groans continue to flow from you, and you can't count the amount of times you've said his name throughout all this.
Eventually you finish, shivering like you're being tased and going limp against the bed. Your eyes glaze over with pleasure and you reach for him to cuddle, as if you need to share this drug with him. But he's not there. The euphoria ebbs away and makes room for a bitter sadness, coalescing into self-loathing thoughts and feelings that are all too familiar. You tricked yourself into another one of these nights. Tears begin to collect in your eyes as you curl up in a mass of your cold sheets, staring across the room at his ever-vacant bed. Another reminder that you're all alone. You begin to accept it, racking, quiet sobs filling the room. Maybe this is for the better.

A high can only last so long, after all.