Blue light illuminated the ceiling, the vibration nearly shaking the nightstand in the process.
Heat immediately escaped out from the thick duvet as Keegan fumbled for his phone, nearly knocking his lamp off in the process.
A low scoff pushing past his lips when the picture of you with Hesh filled the screen.
The cycle never ends.
A kiss led to more
Few minuets of happiness
A fight
Payback.
Fabric nearly ripped through his fingers as he pulled his clothes on. Couldn't you just behave for one night?
You always had to push all the right buttons to have him crawling back to your side. Well in this case, more like raging towards you instead.
Thumping boots drew attention towards the hall, anyone who had sense knew who it was and what he was determined to prove.
After all, it is the cycle isn't it?
Heat consumed your body, but it wasn't your blood that was burning so hot it could boil. It was the red liquid coursing through bulging veins running along the arm quickly wrapping around your waist.
"What the hell do you think your doing?"
His voice boomed, the coy smile on your lips only making the stubble he was inducing on your feet progress. You knew better. Everyone knew that.
Just like clockwork his quarters door slammed, preventing prying eyes from seeing what was rightfully his despite the toxic cycle.
"What's the problem? I was just hanging out."
"At three o'clock in the morning?"
"That's none of your c-"
His hand curled into your jaw, fingers hollowing your cheeks causing your lips to part as he pulled you closer. His broad frame easily consuming yours. The curves he knew all too well pushed so tightly to him.
Most would cower away, knowing the flame flicking in his eyes was nothing to play with. Yet you always accepted it, let the flames consume you until you were left to ash in his bed.
"You are my concern."
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His thumb moved, tracing the plump bottom lip that he was sure to make sure was swollen later but for now it was time to play. His hips pushed against yours, guiding your body back until your knees buckled against the edge of the bed.
With each passing second he could feel each tooth of his zipper threatening to cause imprints from the tight constriction rapidly increasing.
Standing full hight he allowed your hands to roam his abdomen, delicate fingers tracing a taunting trail under he hem of his shirt.
Your eyes widened locking on his as his belt slipped from each loop slowly. Heart rates increasing almost in perfect sync. He leaned over enough to allow you to pull the shirt from his body.
Just as your eager hands rushed to his pants his own swatted yours away with a tsk of his tongue. Dainty wrist were pulled through a makeshift loop made in the belt.
"You are mine aren't you?"
God it was toxic, the way you two pushed until the other was close to breaking. That's what made each time pulling back together so addicting though.
