• BURN ME •

• 30

Middle of the Night

~ Corvyx

Snow

I sigh deeply, Al and the others have been on their way to their relatives since yesterday. And I'm bored to death, I lazily turn onto my stomach and close my eyes. The music that comes through the headphones is loud. Just as I wanted it to be, to shut up my fucked up thoughts. I'm not used to it being so warm in winter, I even have the window open, fuck I miss the cold winters. I yawn, but jump when something touches my foot. I open my eyes and turn my head, my heart hammering in my chest in panic. I rip my headphones off my head and look at Flame in confusion, how the hell did he get in here? "What the hell Flame... how did you get in?" comes from my lips, the older one grins. "You should close and lock the window if you don't want visitors." My eyebrows furrow, "you climbed up the tree and climbed through my window?" I ask quietly, Flame nods. "Yes... and the first thing I see is you. Half naked on your bed, as if you had been waiting for me." He says with a grin, I laugh. "I didn't, I'm just warm. Where I come from, the winters are cold. Here I sweat...at Christmas..." I say, Flame grins slightly. "I like to make you sweat, Fuego Pequeño," he says. I laugh and roll my eyes, "why are you here?" I ask quietly, Flame lets his gaze glide over me. Like a predator, I press my lips together. "I wanted to see you...preferably naked." I snort amused, "well, but you still have too many clothes on for that." I say, while Flame more than willingly pulls his shirt over his head. He licks his lips, "it's your turn..." he whispers. I grin, "then I'd be naked, big boy..." I say. Flame nods, "that's my goal..." he says with a grin. Without saying anything else, Flame grabs my legs and pulls me closer to him. I laugh, "where's the lube, snowflake?" Flame asks, I point to the dresser and Flame opens the drawer and grabs the tube.

"Straight to the point, right?" I ask the redhead, he grins at me. "Yes... because I want you, so do you want or not?" He asks, I grin slightly, "go on, big boy." I say, Flame grins at me. "Yes, I don't want to waste any time. I finally want to fuck you, shit, I haven't been able to think of anything else than your tight ass for the last few days." Comes from his lips, damn these words give me goosebumps. I raise my eyes and look at him seriously, "is that so?" I ask, he nods, "yes, Dios. The things I would do to you..." he whispers, what things? "Why don't you do it?" I ask, Flame sighs. "Because I don't want to destroy you for others..." he says. I furrow my eyebrows, "what do you mean?" Flame's mouth twitches slightly, "I can handle anything you want, Flame. I'm not afraid..." Flame laughs, "it's not about fear..." I interrupt him. "Flame, I trust you... do it. No matter what... I'll let you know if I don't like it." I say, it's true, I trust him. But still, I have respect for what he might have in mind. He returns my gaze, "okay... if that's what you want, Fuego Pequeño." He says, his hands finding the waistband of my shorts. Before he pulls them off my legs, in one fluid movement. His hands glide over my skin, my back is literally burning. His fingers glide down my spine, I can't tell what he's planning. I gasp in dissatisfaction as he moves away from me, "what are you doing?" I ask confused, but Flame seems to be looking for something purposefully. I frown as he pulls the cord for the hood out of one of my sweaters. What is he doing? "I'm asking you one last time, Snow... do you really want this?" I just nod, because I don't know what to say. "Good, hands behind your back..." he whispers as he steps towards me again. He wants to tie me up? With a slight nervous tug in my stomach, I do what he says. I flinch slightly as Flame ties my wrists together. I would never have let Reed do something like that, but with Flame I know that he understands the word stop.

The left side of my face is pressed into the mattress, my hands are tied together on my back. So that my upper half is pressed into my mattress, I lie helpless in front of Flame, I can feel the warmth emanating from him. His mere presence sends shivers down my spine, fuck I've never felt so helpless yet so desired at the same time. My breathing is fast and heavy, anticipation shoots through my veins. Flame's hands are rough, a stark contrast to the gentleness of his touch. His fingertips run over every curve of my ass, teasing me playfully. His touches are like liquid fire licking my skin, goosebumps cover my pale skin. I press my lips together, a pathetic attempt to hold back a moan. But it still manages to come out of me, what do other people call this? Foreplay? I've never really had anything like this before, not even with Flame, or at least it wasn't intense enough for me to pay attention to it. Flame laughs darkly, and his already deep voice is several octaves lower than usual. "Do you like this Fuego Pequeño?" He asks mockingly, there is so much desire in his voice that I lose my breath for a moment. I nod, although it is obvious that I like it, no, I love it. Flame's fingers draw circles around my twitching entrance, he loves to torture me, I know that by now. Flame knows exactly how to press my buttons until I beg for everything. And fuck, I'm ready to beg. Ready to say yes and thank you to everything he wants, like a well-trained dog. But Flame seems to have found pleasure in making me wait and squirm under his touch. His fingers dance over my rim, circling and stroking. But they never fully penetrate, God he's driving me crazy. I moan dissatisfied and try to move towards him, because my body desperately wants more, more of his touches, more of him.